Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Session

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"So how have you and Sherlock been doing lately?" Tom asked casually.

"We're doing great, thanks. Do you...have anyone?" I asked.

"Nah...fans that's all I have, and I'm happy with just them." Tom smiled at me.

I smiled back.

"You're really good to your fans." I said.

"Thanks." He replied.

"No problem." I said, before turning up the volume of a song that I really like that just happened to be on the radio, and dancing to it in my seat.

"Like this song?" He inquired.

"Yea. Sorry, I'm being silly." I laughed.

"Oh, no please, do carry on with your uh...dancing." He chuckled.

When I arrived to 221b I was right in front of the door when i had just remembered about dinner plans with Sherlock Holmes.  I was late.

I quietly unlocked the door,the room was dark, and I attempted to sneak in unnoticed, when I felt arms tightly wrap around my waist.

"You're late..." Sherlock whispered seductively, as his lips touched my neck while his spoke.

"I-I'm sorry! I f-forgot..." I stuttered at the sudden touch.

"Were you with that actor? What was it...Loki? Were you with Loki?" He asked me quickly.

"His name is Tom, and he drove me home." I giggled.

"Mm...I'll let it slide this time, but next time you will be punished, little sugar cube." He said.

"Little sugar cube? Really, Sherlock?" I asked, amused.

"Oh, don't pretend you aren't a tiny bit aroused." He said, before letting go and turning on the lights.

"That's rubbish." I blushed.

"Your cheeks aren't cooperating with the persuasion you are attempting...little sugar cube." He smirked.

"S-So where's the dinner? Aww, did you cook food?" I changed the subject, as I glanced around looking for something Sherlock might have attempted to make.

"I'm never doing that again, you remember what happened the last time I cooked. The food should be here any minute." He said, before there was a knock on the door.

"Wait, so I wasn't really late then, was I?" I smirked.

He glanced and me, and smirked back mysteriously, before opening the door and paying.

"Pizza?!" I squealed in excitement.

"Precisely." He said bringing it over to the couch.

He sat beside me as we scrolled through the list of movies on Netflix.

"What movie do you wanna watch, curly?" I asked, my mouth full with pizza.

He made an odd face at my full mouth and I slapped his head.

"If you're aroused, at least try to hide your facial expression, geez." I said, after swallowing my pizza.

"Who said I was aroused by a girl's mouth full of pizza?" He asked.

"Ah, but I'm not just a girl, am I? I'm me. I'm little sugar cube." I winked, before taking a bite into a slice of pizza.

He blinked quickly, at a loss for words.

"Relax, I'm only teasing." I smiled.

"Let's watch Star Trek." Sherlock said, taking the movie.

"Into Darkness?" I inquired, tilting my head in confusion.

"That's what it's called." He stretched his arm around me, attempting to pull me close.

I knew he read that eastern erotica book that was a gift from Lestrade last Christmas.

"The bad guy, Khan, kind of looks like you." I pointed out.

"Hm..." He squinted to get a better look.

"Wait nevermind, you're sexier." I said, quickly putting my hand over my mouth afterwards.

He looked down at me with surprise on his face, whilst his cheekbones turning a faint crimson color.

"Oops..." I giggled.

Halfway through the movie I was in a hot makeout session with Sherlock Holmes.

It's hardly my fault we missed Captain Kirk's special moment with Spock.

"Sherlock, we missed the movie..." I sighed, keeping my grip on his shoulders for support.

"It's okay..." He mumbled, before crashing our lips back together.

Our position was an awkward one, not for us, obviously, but for anyone who just happened to walk in.

I was on top of his lap and....need I say more?

Good thing the door was locked...right?

"Sherlock is the door locked?" I asked quickly, whilst catching my breath after pulling away from his lips.

"No..." He said, kissing the nape of my neck as his hand slid under my shirt.

I began to hear footsteps.

"Sherlock..." I moaned by accident.

"Mm?" He continued.

"I think somebody is..." I tried to say, but couldn't finish.

His lips against my skin tickled so much.

"Somebody is gonna..." I struggled.

"What?" He stopped and stared up into my eyes.

His eyes glittered in the light, making my heart flutter.

"Nothing..." I sighed, and placed my lips on his own again.

Just then the door opened and in came Mrs. Hudson with a client.

"Oh! Dear, I think you should come back another time, they seem busy." Mrs. Hudson said quickly, exiting our flat shortly afterwards.

The client just stood there awkwardly, as Sherlock and I quickly ended our session.

"Uh, please have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink?" I asked, getting up.

"No, thank you." The client replied with a smile.

He looked and sounded Australian.

"So...what's the problem?" Sherlock asked in a bored tone, crossing his legs.

I sat down beside him, awaiting the client's response.