Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Untitled Part 3

Quick Note- Sorry it's taken a little longer than usual to get this out but it's quite a bit different to what it was originally. I wanted to get a better interaction between Sherlock and the reader as I skimmed over it too much before. 

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Morning soon came around and you awoke with an almighty stretch before getting up to put the kettle on. It was fairly early but you knew that the boys were more than likely going to get up any time soon- John was never one for a lie in and Sherlock just didn't seem like the kind of person to stay in bed til midday. Thinking ahead, you pulled out three mugs and hoisted yourself onto the table as the kettle began to boil. As though the click from the kettle was some kind of British calling system, the door opened to reveal an already dressed John and a robe-clad Sherlock who each sat in their own chairs.

"Tea? Coffee?" You called out in question whilst holding up each item in question (a visual can never go amiss). John politely asked for a tea and you were pretty sure you heard a mumbled 'coffee, black, two sugars' from the curly haired man who appeared to be staring out into space. Wandering over to the fridge to get the milk for the tea, you ended up letting out some kind of weird hybrid sound of excitement and disbelief that you'd never made before, turning to Sherlock and grinning like a mad scientist at your discovery.

"I see you've met Steven. Not much for conversation but a fantastic listener." Sherlock joked, referencing to the severed head that rested below a packet of, more than likely inedible, bacon. "Better response to him than John, I think he almost cried in fear.."

"I bloody well didn't you git.. one of 'Steven's' dead hairs blew into my eye as I opened the door and you know it!" John argued back from the other room.

"Yeah well if your ears worked that great all the time, John, I wouldn't need Steven." Sherlock called back. You laughed and made some kind of comment about them being like a married couple before stirring the mugs in front of you. Resting the cups on the table you slouched onto the long sofa and sighed.

"Oh John? You're out of milk. I would go out and get more but I haven't been out in London for years and wouldn't know where to go... I could get lost or, God forbid, murdered out there on my own." You feigned fear and placed your hand over your chest for emphasis.

"Y/N it's 9am on a Saturday morning, you're not going to get murdered." Your brother's response came within an instant.

"No no, John. Y/N is right. In this day and age it's dangerous for young, attractive women to go out on their own. Don't want your dear sister's blood on your hands now, do you? Not very brotherly like.. Hell, I even think Mycr-"

"Fine! Christ the two of you together is insufferable! I'll bloody go now but I'm taking your flask Y/N." And with John's final words he tipped his tea into the flask and left the room with a huff. You grinned at Sherlock and thanked him for playing along.

"Now I just want to see how long it takes before John remembers that I can map out almost the entirety of central London.. Not that he would dare bring it up, mind." You laughed, drinking your own tea. Sherlock seemed to ignore your comment and instead respond with a question.

"Could you pass me my coffee?" You stared between the man and the cup that rested not a foot away from him.

"You mean the coffee that is literally within your grasp?"

"No I meant the one that I purchased at Costa last week." He rolled his eyes. "Of course I mean that coffee." You walked over to him and took the mug into your hands.

"You know, Sherlock, I'm a sucker for manners. The sarcasm I can appreciate but no manners? Now now, Mr Holmes, I'm sure you were brought up better than that." You teased.