It's Not Real

Chapter Twenty Three

There was a silence that settled over the room until the door shut downstairs. "Well, that was–"

"Not a word, Donovan."

Before anything else could be said, his phone chirped. Slipping it out of his pocket he couldn't keep the quirk of his lips down, taking a large bite of the fruit he'd had thrown at him.

Eat the apple. Love you. x

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"Sherlock, stop." He ignored her, soothing the spot with his lips before biting down again. She wiggled. "Stop it!"

"Shan't."

"You're an arse."

"Mm. You knew this when you married me."

She rolled her eyes. "Rosie is right there. John won't be impressed."

"We're not doing anything."

"You're nibbling on my neck like it's a bloody ice lolly."

The no longer so little baby whips her head around at the mention of a lolly, hoping that means she's getting some frozen pureed fruit, usually given to soothe her sore gums. Evelyn laughs, brushing a hand over the girls growing blonde hair.

"Sorry, angel. No lolly, you'll be going home for dinner soon." Sherlock squeezed Eve a bit tighter. Rosie went back to playing with her blocks, losing interest in the adults. "They'll be here to pick her up any minute, you better not be leaving marks." He hummed noncommittally. "Will you please release me from your viper grip?"

Sherlock shakes his head. "I've missed you."

"That's sweet, hun. I've missed you, too, but we don't need to be attached at the hip right now."

His lips were once again brushing the skin of her throat. She gave up.

"Hey! You two... alright?"

Evelyn freezes and looks up to where the voice came from, reaching back and smacking Sherlock's face when he bites her again. He huffs, pulling away from her neck but not loosening the grip around her waist.

"Oh. Hello, John." He said. "Come to tell me off?"

"Come to collect my daughter, but should I be telling you off?"

Mary appears then, raising eyebrows at the couple. "Got a little..." She pokes her own throat.

Eve sighed. "He keeps biting me."

John does a double take. "Are you a bloody vampire and I've just never noticed?"

Sherlock shrugs. "Wouldn't put it past you."

"No, he's not," Eve attempted to glare at her husband but he held her so tight she could barely move. "He just... Likes leaving evidence on me."

John groaned. "Wish I never asked."

Mary laughed. "Ah, newlyweds."

John swept down to pick up Rosie, cooing at her fondly. "Heya, kiddo. Have they been traumatising you?"

Evelyn flushed. "See!" She gestured wildly. "They'll never leave her with us again."