✔️THE HEART| Sherlock Holmes

Eight

Marnie Hart sat calmly at the table in the sitting room of 221B Baker Street, John tapping away on his laptop to one side of her and Sherlock Holmes standing to the other side, flicking through a newspaper as he guzzled down his morning coffee. Marnie, on the other hand, just merely chomped calmly on her toast.

"What are you typing?" Sherlock questioned calmly, winking at Marnie over his mug as he asked, seemingly for no reason at all- Marnie was positive he did it just to see heat flush in her face and she narrowed her eyes as it did- imploring him to grin as he focused on his newspaper once more.

"A blog" John clipped in response and Marnie knew that Sherlock already knew the answer.

"About?"

"Us"

"You mean me" Sherlock returned, unashamed by his own arrogance and Marnie just smirked at him. That was the Sherlock Holmes that she knew and she was more than happy with it. Her eyes dropped down to her arm as she sat there, the arm that had the bandage wound around for no real reason anymore- Marnie's arm was very much healed now, after so many weeks but she continued to bandage it after each of her showers and she wasn't entirely sure why that was but she vowed to stop doing so soon enough- she'd have to accept her scar sooner or later. It could be worse, it could spell 'MORIARTY' in bold capitals. 'SHERLOCK' was definitely a better deal but he just didn't know about the scar just yet, or at least- he didn't know what it said.

"Why?" John returned and Marnie was more than happy to be hearing their mindless bickering. After over a month since the incident with Moriarty; she still took full advantage of the small things. She still hadn't managed to get used to kissing Sherlock Holmes and she doubted she ever would- it filled her heart with such outstanding warmth and he seemed to enjoy it just as much. Their relationship moved slowly but they didn't push it, they didn't need it to speed along like a comet because they knew that it was important to savour every single moment.

"Well, you're typing a lot." Sherlock cleared his throat and John glared at him in annoyance. Over the past month, they had been expanding the 'business', as Sherlock put it- Marnie still had no intention of returning to the army and nobody pressured her anymore, nobody minded. They'd been taking on small cases here and there and Marnie was pleased with the absence of stress, it was just the rest and relaxation the doctor had quite literally ordered.

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Marnie Hart sighed softly as she looked at the mirror, taking in her face that was completely unscathed and her eyes trailed slowly down to her lightly tanned arm, taking in the bandage that wrapped it perfectly, her fingers were nervous as they untied the knot. She knew exactly what the twisting scar looked like, she had known since the first moment but the reast of the world didn't and it seemed like such a big leap to suddenly show it off. She balled the discarded bandage tightly into her hands as it slipped away and revealed the marred skin below. The word shone slightly in the moonlight as she brought her arm upwards, fingers trailing along the letters carefully.

"Marnie" she jumped as the person announced himself and looked over her shoulder to see none other than Sherlock Holmes himself standing in the doorway watching her calmly. As she stared, he gently took the room in simple strides, kicking the door shut behind him until he was standing directly in front of her with calm inquisitive eyes. His hands gently took hers, pulling them upwards to place kisses on the backs of each of her hands. "Are you okay?" he questioned and she looked down at her arm, imploring him to do the same.

The Consulting Detective clapped eyes on his own name marring her skin and he swore he felt his heart lurch at the sight of the twisting capitals etched into her soft flesh. As quickly as he scanned his eyes over it, he flashed his gaze back up to meet hers and he gently took her face in his hands, allowing his hands to drop from hers in order to do so.