Meeting the Match of Sherlock

Protect Her.

'Protect her at all cost'.
That's exactly what was going through Sherlock's mind after his meeting with Moriarty. Moriarty was no ordinary man he was a monster and as he sat in his chair, he contemplated all the haneous and malicious things he could do to James Moriarty. John saw this and he saw the intensity that grew on his face. "Sherlock?"
No response from the sociopath as he was looking at a wall and imagining Moriarty's face and body and all the ways he could torture the man. But what got to him the most was how strong Storm was throughout the meeting. She didn't shake or quiver or nothing, she just stood there tall, strong, and- sexy. He heard footsteps come up the stairs and they weren't Mrs. Hudson's either. "Hello Storm"
Storm was leaning against the doorframe wearing a black silky robe and nothing on her feet but perfectly manicured toe nails. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail and her side bangs were infront of her left eye as usual. She folded her arms and John cleared his throat. "Hello Sherlock" Storm said.
"A silky black nightgown with red lace along the edge of it" Sherlock said. Storm smirked as she entered the flat. "You can read my undergarments but you can't read me, how very telling" she said as she sat down on the couch and she crossed her right leg over her left leg, revealing smooth legs. Both Sherlock and John stared at Storm's legs, but Sherlock looked away. "What are you staring at?" Storm asked.
"Just deducing ways to torture a monster"
Storm looked at John and he leaned in and said "Ever since the meeting with Moriarty, he's been- well he's been-"
"Oh for god's sake, John" Sherlock said annoyed. "If you want to tell her about me and what I've been doing since that meeting say it out loud, not in a murmur"
John looked at Storm and again cleared his throat. Then, they both looked at Sherlock. Storm saw the wheels turning in his head so she said out loud "You're trying to find Moriarty's weak points"
Sherlock gave her a weird look and he said "Excuse me?"
"The wheels are turning in your head and I see that. They've been turning since the meeting with Moriarty and you've been trying to find his weak points"
John looked at Sherlock who appeared to slightly smirk and he said "I know Moriarty-"
"So do I" Storm said sternly. Sherlock gave her a weird look and then he turned to face her and he said "How long were you with him?"
"2 years" Storm said. "Around the time you and him were starting to get to know each other" she added with a smirk. John's eyes widened and he said "You're kidding me, right?"
Storm shook her head 'no'.
"Please tell me you had nothing to do with what he did with those innocent people and making Sherlock go on a massive hunt" John asked.
"Oh God no" Storm said appauled. "I would never do that."
"You were with Moriarty for 2 years," Sherlock said. "How can we trust you?"
"I wasn't even around when it happened" Storm said. "I was in America on holiday"
The way Storm said it made Sherlock believe her, and due to the fact that the under garments she had on weren't made in London as he deduced. "Alright" Sherlock said. Then he stood up and made his way to the kitchen for an experiment. Storm was intruiged by this and she went over to the kitchen and observed. John went and read a newspaper as Storm observed Sherlock at his work. "Help yourself to some take out" Sherlock said.
Storm looked and saw the chinese food that was on the counter. She shrugged her shoulders and heated up the chinese food. Sherlock continued to observe the case, but he snuck glances of Storm. Something about her made her so appealing to him especially the way she looked in the nightdress. Storm turned and faced the sociopath and gave him a little smirk. Sherlock returned the smirk then he faced the DNA sample. John saw this and he smirked. Then the microwave beeped. Storm pulled out the food and she sat at the table and started to eat.

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"Are you really going to deny that?"
John asked Sherlock as they were walking. Sherlock looked at John and he asked "Deny what?"
"THAT! That-that-that-that oddly weird connection between you and Storm"
Sherlock was puzzled. "Connection? What connection?"
John raised his eyebrows at him. "Are you kidding?"
"I seriously have no idea what you're talking about" Sherlock said.
"You and Storm are obviously attracted to each other. Whatever she sees in you I have the slightest idea. But you obviously seem to take a strong liking to her" John said.
"She's strong, independent, smart." Sherlock said simply. "But for some reason I can't get a reading off of her"
"Maybe that's what attracts you to her" John said with a shrug of his shoulders. "The mystery that surrounds her"
Sherlock thought about it. She was the only person that he couldn't read. He could read people like a book, this story was hard to decipher. He agreed that it was very sexy and appealing to him that he couldn't figure out Storm, but there was no way he could have a sexual monogomous relationship with her. Not just because he was never in one he was but it was just a ruse, but because he couldn't see what made her attracted to him. "Even if we were attracted to each other, it wouldn't matter. Moriarty wouldn't let it happen" Sherlock said emotionless and quick. "He's dead set on seeing me dead and seeing her in agony"
"Which matters more?" John asked. "Your happiness? Or Moriarty's revenge?"
"I'm married to my work" Sherlock quickly added.
"I'm not saying marry the woman" John said. "I'm saying try it out. If it works out, then you decide for yourself"
Sherlock thought, then they just continued to walk.

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Later that night, Sherlock played a Beethoven piece on his violin. It helped him think about everything that had been happening these past two weeks. Would he really risk the marriage to his work for a woman? An actual woman with needs. He would like to, but then again he didn't know what would happen with Moriarty. He wanted to protect her but he just couldn't see how the work and the relationship couldn't work out. Then, he finally got an answer. He heard high heels coming up the stairs. He stopped playing and he said "Lovely evening isn't it, Ms. Hutcherson?"
Then he turned to her and for once, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened. He finally felt emotion. Storm was wearing a tight, white pencil skirt with a black button down collar shirt with black pumps and her hair was parted as usual. She was wearing a dark shade of red lipstick and was only wearing mascara for her eye makeup. Sherlock was in awe. She's beautiful he thought to himself. Then he shook his head and said "Where are you going on this evening?"
"Well actually," Storm said. "John invited me up here"
Sherlock felt a hint of jealousy. "Oh did he?"
"Mhm" Storm said. "Something about you making dinner?"
Sherlock's head shot up and he now realized his best friend's plan. He chuckled and he said to himself "Good plan, Dr. Watson"
"Excuse me?" Storm asked.
Sherlock looked at her and he placed the violin down and then he adjusted his dark purple dress shirt. Then, he looked at Storm and he said "Ms. Hutcherson, I want to ask you something"
"Yes Mr. Holmes?" Storm asked. Sherlock showed her two tickets for a cinema movie for 8 pm. "There's a movie tonight that I've been wanting to see with someone and since John's busy with Mary, I wanted to know if you could come with me" Sherlock said, trying to hide the joy that was forming in him. Storm smiled, and for once it was a genuine smile. He observed her smile and all he fould read was this;

Beautiful
Dimples
Joy
Hides her smile

Sherlock looked at Storm and he said "Smile more, it suits you"
"I'll keep that in mind" Storm said. Then, Sherlock grabbed his trenchcoat and he threw it on. Then, he threw on his scarf. He offered his arm for Storm to link with with her arm, and she gladly accepted. Then they walked off to the movie. As they were walking, Storm was alittle confused. "So what are we on? Like a date?"
Sherlock looked at her and he smiled. "If you like to think that it is, then it is"
Storm smiled back at him and she knew it was a date. He wouldn't have asked her if it wasn't. Then, they continued walking to the cinema.

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It was after midnight and Sherlock and Storm were just returning from the movie and the dinner that John had set up for them. They were laughing and walking together and for once, Sherlock liked feeling normal. He was with an extraordinary woman and he felt an emotion; happy. They approached her flat and Sherlock took her hands into his own and he said "I had an amazing time tonight"
Storm smiled and she said "Likewise. i never thought I'd meet someone of your stature, Mr. Holmes. You always seemed so preoccupied with your cases"
Sherlock chuckled. "I hope you don't think that now"
"Oh no" Storm said quickly. "For once you seem, genuine"
Sherlock smirked. Then, he said "Would you like to continue with these" then he cleared his throat and he added "Dates?"
Storm raised an eyebrow and she asked "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"
Sherlock was now feeling worried that she would decline his proposal. "Do you not want to?" He asked.
Storm giggled and she said "Of course I want to. I would be honored to be the girlfriend of Sherlock Holmes"
Both Sherlock and Storm smiled and then before Storm turned to go into her flat, Sherlock took her hand and then he slowly and smoothly pulled her into a soft kiss on the lips. Sure it was moving alittle fast, but he wanted to know the feeling of her lips. He got his answer, they felt nice and soft. She gladly returned his kiss, then they pulled away simutaneously and they both smiled at one another. "Goodnight Ms. Hutcherson"
"Goodnight Mr. Holmes" Storm said. Then, she entered her flat and he went up to his. Sherlock entered his flat and saw John and Mrs. Hudson sitting on the couch, waiting for him. "What?" Sherlock asked confused.
"So? How'd it go?" Mrs. Hudson asked gleefully.
Sherlock smirked and he said "It was a good movie and she agreed to be my girlfriend"
"Wait what?!" John asked stunned. Sherlock looked at John with confusion and he took off his trench coat and he said "I asked her to be my girlfriend. Is that what you're suppose to do?"
"Uh" John said stunned.
"Lovely Sherlock congratulations" Mrs. Hudson said with a smile. Then, Sherlock retired to his room.