Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Departure

I rolled my eyes, aware of he fact that he was trying to avert my mind from the topic- and shook my head.

"I want you to tell me who Moriarty is." I crossed my arms and he gave up the charming eyes and million dollar smile for a brief frown.

I watched him with excitement as he turned serious instantly- fixing his deep eyes into mine as he spoke slowly:

"No."

"Sherlock!" I groaned, and pouted.

Mycroft chuckled.

"Y/N you need to understand there's a time and place for everything." Sherlock said softly but I shook my head.

"What's wrong with right now?!" I argued.

"Right now...he could be listening to us-"

"Not possible. The security of this plane is-" Mycroft interjected.

"Shut up." Sherlock shot his brother a glare as I watched him with sad, inquisitive eyes.

His eyes soon met my own and his expression softened:

"Y/N, please understand." He asked so nicely that I couldn't refuse.

I sighed and nodded, a bit disappointed, but it all went away when he pressed a kiss into my cheek and asked what kind of stuff I wanted to plan for our wedding.

"Oh so you don't want to just skip to the honeymoon after all?" I smirked playfully at him making our noses touch and he grinned pressing his lips into mine only briefly. But I pouted because I wanted more.

"We can't be like this here, not in front of Mycroft- you know that...." The lust slowly became present in his eyes and I watched every second of the dilation process like it was a mini explosion in his irises.

"Why not?" I tilted my head slightly to the side and kept my eyes fixed onto his.

Mycroft cleared his throat and Sherlock's face turned to look at his brother. He was flustered an adorable shade of salmon pink as he blinked his eyes rapidly in attempt to forget my eyes and my lips and the taste of them.

I know this because I was having the same little conflict.

Except I'm better at hiding my desires.

I glanced at the two of them with amusement as the older brother eyes down the younger who was now completely embarrassed to even look at either of us as he worked hard to keep his posture straight and appear as if nothing had happened.

My hand reached to touch Sherlock's middle thigh moving it down until I found his knee and I kept my hand there for a long time. He shot his head back to stare at me with utter confusion, a small frown playing his lips as they pouted in embarrassment.

My eyes drifted to Mycroft. His eyes were wide at my sudden gesture to his little brother. He grimaced slightly:

"Have some decency. We are on an airplane." He scolded.

"My clothes are still on- and that's as decent as it's gonna get." I hummed with sass.

Sherlock chuckled nervously.