(Sherlock x Reader)

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When Sherlock had suggested that you practice together he had no idea that you were this good. It was, quite frankly, embarrassing, watching you breeze through pieces that he could never seem to master. He slammed his bow roughly against his violin, frowning deeply. Startled, you whipped around from your spot at the window to stare at your boyfriend, who was sitting, sulking, in an armchair. You rolled your eyes and smirked as Sherlock continued to pout. What's the matter, you asked, trying desperately not to laugh at his childish attitude. Maybe you could do something for once that doesn't have the potential to utterly embarrass me, Sherlock mumbled. You giggled. Embarrass you? Sherlock, were the only ones here! A loud crash suddenly sounded from inside the kitchen. You and Sherlock both looked over to the sight of John standing guiltily by the refrigerator, a container that had once contained eyeballs broken in shards at his feet. You began to laugh hysterically at the sight, hands pressed over your mouth. At the sound of your laughter, the slightest smile appeared on Sherlock's face. He could never be properly mad at you. The detective shook his head and sighed softly as he stood to help you and John clean up the mess.