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Sherlock was not one for relationships. Ever. No exceptions.
Well...maybe one.
Melody Winters was the one person to turn the Consulting Detectives head, despite being just about the only one not intending to. So what happens when Melody...
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"I did actually die." Lying in Sherlock's embrace, Melody spoke gently, trying to ease him into the subject. He had to find out how she did it at some point, and she figured now was the best time. "For four minutes, I was technically dead."
Sherlock shifted his position next to her so that he could see her face. "What do you mean? How would that have even worked? I stayed with..." Sherlock hesitated slightly, finding the subject uncomfortable. "I stayed with your for longer than that." Melody shook her head.
"They took you away just before. Then Mycroft's men-"
"Mycroft's men? This was because of him?" Sherlock sat up, removing his grip from Melody. "I should have known that this was his plan, not yours." He scoffed shaking his head. Melody also sat up next to him.
"Of course it was his plan. Do you think I'd voluntarily make you go through that? Do you think I'd make myself go through that? I was just as unhappy with it." There was silence between the two for a minute. "I had to go through with it, because he said that if I didn't, he would make sure that I permanently disappeared from your life. That, compared to being able to see you again at some point, was worse. So of course I took his offer."
Sherlock exhaled deeply, sadness seeping onto his face. "The worst thing is that it really does sound exactly like him. And I would say that I couldn't believe it, but I really can." He dropped his head into his hands, willing the emotions to go away. But they wouldn't. Since everything that had happened, he hadn't been as in control of his emotions as he had been in the past.
"I'm so sorry. If I'd had a choice, I never would have left you." Melody draped her arms around Sherlock's shoulders, resting her head next to his. Sherlock slowly lifted a hand to grasp one of her arms, rubbing his thumb over her exposed skin. Gently, he started to trail kisses up to her shoulder, turning around in the sheets so he could carry on up her soft neck. Melody kept a firm grip on his shoulders, deciding that she wasn't going to let go any time soon. She tilted her head to give Sherlock better access, relishing the touch of his hands gliding up and down her sides.
Sherlock's grip travelled down to her hips, giving them a small squeeze, which Melody took as a direction, lifting herself off the bed, and swinging one leg round so that she was sitting on his lap. He stopped his ministrations on her neck, and met her lips with his own. By now, Melody could feel Sherlock's erection through his boxers, so she slowly rubbed herself against it, emitting a deep groan from him. Sherlock quickly flipped the both of them around, so that he was now on top of Melody, and started travelling down her body, leaving small kisses all the way, until he finally got down to his favourite part.
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As the sunset streamed through the curtains of Sherlock's apartment, everything seemed quiet again. Everything seemed back to normal. And in a way, it was. But there were things that had changed. Like Sherlock getting a detective inspector title at Scotland Yard, and Melody now being a fully trained assassin. But it was okay, because they were both safe, and alive.
As Sherlock made tea, Melody was curled up in his chair, her head resting on one of the arms, and her feet tucked under her small frame. Melody was first to break the silence with a gasp. "Where's Charlie?" She asked, perking her head up, eyebrows furrowed. Sherlock chuckled at her question, and the fact that she had only just remembered about him.
"He's at your apartment. I asked John to take him back there when I found out you were still alive, so that I could have you to myself for a few hours." He gave her a side look with a smirk and saw that she had sat up in the chair, with a smile on her face.
"That's sweet. I'm glad you know that I would choose Charlie over you every time." Melody teased. Sherlock had a fake scowl on his face while he was giving her the tea he'd made. "So you've actually been looking after him these past couple of years then? I thought you would have gotten bored of him and taken him to a shelter or handed him off to Hope."
"No, no, I could never get rid of Charlie. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I love him more than I love you. And that's saying something." Melody fake gasped and reached out her leg to lightly kick him from where she was sitting, while Sherlock sipped his tea with a smirk on his face. "You know I'm joking. But, I have to say, he is basically my child now. I feel like I could actually look after a baby now that I have experience from Rosie and a dog." Melody guffawed at this, before suddenly stopping.
"Is that..." She tried to find the right words, without making her question sound disapproving. "Is that your way of telling me that you would like to have a baby?" Sherlock thought for a minute, before looking back up at her with a smile on his face.
"I think so, yes. I mean, we're already engaged, so I don't see the harm in it." Melody smiled widely at him, which he returned.
"Okay then. Let's do it. But first, think think we should go and get the pooch, he probably misses his mummy." Melody said while Sherlock just chuckled as he got up from John's chair and stood in front of her.
"I'm really glad that we've decided to do this. I'm obviously scared, but excited." Melody reached up and wrapped her arms around Sherlock's neck, embracing him tightly.
