Sherlock Holmes x Reader

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"You'd be surprised." He smirked. "Very well, Miss L/N, would you be so very very kind indeed and pass me my cup of undeniably nice smelling coffee that rests in your hands please?" Had you been anyone else you probably would have dumped the coffee on his robe but instead you playfully rolled your own eyes and extended your hand towards him. His lips parted.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me." You began before realising your opportunity. "Fine, I'll help you drink your coffee if you help me sort out my place later today. Deal?"

"Seems reasonable." Was his response. You sat beside him and shook your head lightly to laugh. Lifting the mug to his lips, you placed one of your hands on his (extremely smooth) cheek before tilting your other one. Strangely, Sherlock began to neck the lot.

"Now am I going to have to pat your back and burp you after this or has mummy done enough for today?" You teased again, shooting yourself backwards as coffee was fired towards you. Sherlock, through laughing at your badly timed comment, managed to choke on his drink and launch half of it out like some coffee filled water pistol. You were about to start a string of cursing before a loud hiccup occupied the silence. Followed by another.. and another. These high pitched noises coming from the usually ever so deep voiced Sherlock Holmes was apparently incredibly amusing to you as you began to die of laughter.

"Hardly- funny-" He hiccuped causing you to laugh even harder. He shot a scowl at you before the loudest hiccup yet forced itself from the man's mouth. Even he couldn't help but laugh. Alas, your enjoyment was disturbed as the sandy haired man made his way back inside with a carrier back in hand.

"And what's amused the two of you? Found a mistake in Einstein's theorem? Realised a critical error in a murder case? Just-" Sherlock's hiccup interrupted John's words.. followed by your laughter again. "Children. You're both children." He shook his head in disappointment as he put the milk in the fridge, moaning in annoyance at the amount of space Steven was currently taking up.

"At least we're not the size of children, John. Ever wondered what was on the top shelf in Sainsbury's?" You joked, earning a brief smile from the much taller man beside you. The lack of response from John meant you should probably leave the poor man alone so you stood up and looked down at your now coffee stained shirt. "Right I'm going to get a start on my place before I procrastinate any longer. Mr Holmes, I shall get you when I need you. Cheers for making me smell like coffee too." You smirked harmlessly.

"You offered to help?" The hedgehog-like man asked the otter on the sofa who simply shrugged his shoulders in response.

Barely 30 minutes had passed before you found yourself making your way back up the stairs to 221B. Sherlock appeared the second you lifted your hand to knock.

"Couldn't move your furniture? Odd, I thought you had at least an ounce of strength. Let's get this over with, I have about an hour until my microwave eye melts completely." He stated, moving past you and walking straight into your flat. Deciding to question nothing (except, obviously, the eye later) you followed behind. Strangely, it appeared that despite being an incredibly lanky individual Sherlock was actually pretty strong and managed to help you organise the heavier, important stuff in around 45 minutes (in which the two of you often engaged in discussion and shared a few laughs, actually enjoying each other's company) before buggering off back upstairs without a goodbye. A very odd man Sherlock was, yet you couldn't help but find yourself become more and more intrigued in the man.

It had only actually taken you another 4 hours to completely sort out the very most part of your belongings as you decided that photos and ornaments could go up when you could be bothered to, so you ended up finding yourself sitting back on the sofa in 221B. Time ticked on as you had a conversation with John about your time away and what kind of work you had done, dinner went by and soon enough it was already late in the evening. Sherlock hadn't left the kitchen since he had helped you out earlier and deemed the zone 'strictly forbidden' whilst he concentrated. Yawning audibly, you made your way over to your brother who was currently now reading the newspaper and shared your 'goodnights'. You kissed the elder Watson on his forehead before gathering up the mugs that had still been left out from this morning.

"I wouldn't bother him, Y/N. He can be a right bastard if he's disturbed." John warned as he himself stood up to go to bed.

"I'll throw a punch if I have to." You joked as John left the room. With mugs in hand you walked into the kitchen, past Sherlock and straight to the sink to clean. Finishing, you walked back but this time stopped at the detective, slowly leaned up and placed a kiss on his pale cheek. "Thank you for helping out today, I appreciate it. Goodnight." You said simply. Sherlock turned and nodded in your direction.

"Goodnight, Y/N." He responded, putting down his jar of fingers and test tube. You began to walk away when his voice came back. "Unless.. You want to help me find out how long it takes for a human finger to dissolve in different acids..?" You stopped and turned back around.

"Honestly I was starting to think you wouldn't ask."