Ordinary. If you had one word to describe yourself you would use, ordinary. You were never quite sure why the Holmes brothers took an interest in you. I guess that was something for you to ponder for hours some other time, because your alarm blared once again. You let it ring on for a minute before you sat up awaking yourself from your partially alseep partially awake state. Grumbling you forced yourself out of your cuddly cocoon. Stretching you let an unholy sounding yawn out of your lips. You clicked your phone on and remembered that Sherlock wanted you to come over. When you were just a little kid Mycroft and Sherlock were your best friends, and now you had them back, along with a few new companions like John and Molly. Slowly you meandered over to your dresser and pulled out a sweater and some jeans. Slipping out of your pajamas you slipped on your lazy outfit for the day. Quickly you ran a brush through your mated morning hair and put it up into a bun. After you brushed your teeth you grabbed the necessary essentials and stuffed them into your bag. You put on some light makeup, I mean your were only going over Sherlocks how dressed up do you have to be? Sherlock was growing impatient and texted you for the third time this morning. You scrambled to tell him you were on your way and headed out the door. Walking in the crisp fall air you pulled your fleece tighter around your frame. Your pace quicken as the wind nipped at your exposed face. You sighed finally arriving in front of 221b Baker Street. After your second knock Mrs.Hudson opened the door, you gave her a quick hug and bounded up the stairs. Slipping your fleece off your shoulders you walked in and placed it on the rack. "Hello", you called. There was some scrambling, then Sherlock emerged from the hallway. "Oh hello (Y/N)", he says regaining his balance. "What are you up to today Sherlock?", you ask shooting him a puzzled look. "Actually I wanted to talk to you (Y/N)", Sherlock stated. "Ok", you say taking a seat in John's chair as he sits in his own. He looks awkwardly uncomfortable, which is rather peculiar for Sherlock, he's normally so cocky. You begin to become slightly uncomfortable yourself. "What's this about Sherlock?", you ask trying to read his expressionless face. "You", he states calmly placing his hands in a prayer position. You looked even more confused but continued to stare at him. "You see you make me feel things I have never felt before, when you walk into a room my breathe hitches, when your hand brushes mine an annoying heat rises to my cheeks, if anything were to ever happen to you I just dont know what I would do", he said his own face reflecting your confusion. This was odd, did Sherlock Holmes just confess he has feelings for you?! "I-I f-feel the same way", you manage to stutter out as your mind races a million miles an hour. He leans in hesitantly and places his soft lips against yours, you respond immediately returning this display of affection. His long arms wrap around you and pull you into his lap. Deeping the kiss you alllow him to swirl his tongue into your mouth. After a few minutes you brake leaning your foreheads against each other panting for breathe. "I think I love you (Y/N)", he whispers. You kiss him once again, " I love you too Sherlock", you mumble against his lips.
A/N: ok so I haven't really been taking these too seriously so I thought I would try to at least a little more. This was requested a while ago but I just got this idea so I thought I would do it. Please request!!! Love you guys byee
