FDanielle brushed the makeup brush on her cheek. "Like that?"
Felix made an affirmative noise. "Don't forget your chin."
"But this is cheek makeup."
"It's all over the face makeup." Felix corrected her. Danielle made a face. "Don't frown like that, it'll mess it up."
"Are you taking the piss?" Danielle did drop the grimacing frown.
Felix, from the other end of the FaceTime call, shrugged.
She applied the rest of the makeup at Felix's instruction. Someone bought her a lot of makeup for her birthday last month, and Felix insisted on teaching her how to wear it. Felix believed Sherlock left it with her after another case. Danielle let him believe that. She's none too eager to explain where she really got it.
The Woman never texted Danielle. Not the same way she'd texted Sherlock (over 50 times by Danielle's count) with an orgasmic custom ringtone. Danielle made a fake Twitter account to research the Dominatrix. It wasn't as good a cover as Danielle wanted.
After she made it home to tend to her pets, Danielle found messages from the Woman on that new Twitter account, a post shared from the Woman's own timeline. A post about being willing to share.
Danielle barely had time to recover before the Woman sent her more. More from her page, all sending a very clear message. To ram it home, after a week of being sent the invitations, the Woman sent a specific message.
'Tell Sherlock to have dinner with us'
Danielle didn't reply. To be fair, she'd been busy running after another killer when that message was sent. The dust settled. She read the DM. She wanted to faint. From fear? Excitement? Dread? Embarrassment? Yes.
She didn't tell the boys about it.
No.
Never.
Not even her own brother.
Sorry if that's not the way things are done. From Danielle's perspective, when a Dominatrix is messaging you about 'dinner' with her and another person? You keep that to yourself.
...of course she replied to the Woman. It'd be rude not to!
They've had conversations. Danielle tried to play dumb, but the Woman instructed her to stop so she did. She tried saying she didn't actually want it. The Woman instructed her not to lie. Danielle said she wasn't sure Sherlock actually wanted it. The Woman just sent her a winky face, then asked Danielle to bring Sherlock by for dinner.
No dinner ever happened. Danielle kept avoiding it. The Woman noticed. She did keep offering. Danielle never replied to those messages.
Then, around her birthday, she gets gifts. In the post.
Gifts.
The makeup, yes. A Twitter message was sent the moment the package was in Danielle's hand.
'I want to see you wearing them.'
The plural bit threw her off. Then Danielle noticed the rest of the items carefully tucked away in the box. The moment she noticed it, Danielle went red before hiding the box under her bed. The Woman wanted to see her wearing it! For the love of god-
Until today. 'Cause today, John and Sherlock were hosting a Christmas party. Well, John and his girlfriend, Jeanette, were actually hosting. Sherlock happened to be attending. Danielle too. Suddenly.
Her mum was gonna be throwing a Christmas party again, like every year, but called Danielle earlier in the week to say it was canceled. Felix said the same, so it's probably actually canceled. That's fine. She was going to wear a birthday present from Lilly Kelly- a posh dress, definitely from a store but fitting Danielle perfectly. She could reuse the dress.
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My Paper Heart
FanfictionDanielle Nolan is struggling with the after effects of the Great Game. As she and Sherlock grow closer, there's more than one kind of falling she has to worry about.
