BBC: Sherlock x Reader

Time and then some |Part four|

Ah, so Eric finally acknowledged him then.

Sherlock couldn't help but think the man's name with hatred. He turns to look at him, scanning his form. Sherlock scoffs, turning back back to his drink, not the type he thought Y/n would go for.

That's because you thought that you were her type.
Shut. Up.

"I will be fine." Sherlock says dismissively, quickly downing the whiskey and pouring himself yet another. From the corner of his eye, he say Y/n raise her eyebrows at him. He knows she heard something in his voice then.

"William, you alright?" she questions with a frown, Sherlock closes his eyes for a moment. Drinking from the glass again, slowly now. "I think your friend there has had too much to drink, eh Y/n?" He hears Eric chuckle, and at that moment Sherlock felt like jumping off a building and just stop existing. He sighs, pulling money from his pocket, dropping it before Y/n could tell him It's on the house like last time. 

He downs the glass and looks at Y/n, "Nice seeing you, Y/n. Goodnight." He says nothing more, not even a Goodbye to Eric, he just left. 

But of course he had to see the hurt that flashed in Y/n's eyes. And he hates to know it was his doing. But frankly, he could care less.

He feels stupid, to actually have been expecting something out of this. Something between them, it was silly and naive.

He stayed outside though, because he always walked her home. But what if he's walking her home? Sherlock sighs, leaning against a wall, shaking his head as if to rid it of his thoughts. Not an hour later, Y/n stepped out of the pub, jacket on and she was wrapping her scarf around her neck.

Eric was behind her, smiling at something. He says something to Y/n and she laughs, the sweet sound of it reaching Sherlock's ears from where he stood. 

He was about to be on his way, but then they said something to each other and and hugged before going off in opposite directions.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, walking slowly to Y/n. She smiles when she saw him, a tad bit wary, he noticed. "Hey you." she greets, "You okay?"

Sherlock smiles, define okay, Y/n. Then I'll let you know.

"Perfectly fine, my Dear." He says, falling in step with her, "I thought your friend would be with you," Y/n laughs a little, shaking her head, "Nah, his mum isn't quite well these days. Doctor's said that Aunt Yvette mightn't make it past Christmas."

Wait.... aunt?

"He's your cousin?"

"Yeah. Poor Guy, said he needed a break and someone to talk to. So I told him to drop b— Wait, why?"  Y/n looks up at him studying him before bursting out laughing, "No, No way. Will,"

Now he feels like an absolute idiot. Leave it to him to speculate things.

"That's why you started acting like someone spat in your cheerios. You were jealous." Y/n says, laughing some. Sherlock remains quiet, watching her. She stops laughing and an unreadable emotion crosses her features, she turns to look at him again, "William.. " 

Sherlock keeps walking, leaving Y/n trying to keep up with his long strides. "Hey. Hey, wait." she calls, grabbing onto his arm. He stops, looking down at her and he smiles lightly, "Now you know," 

"No, I think I've known for quite some time now, " Y/n smiles, and Sherlock searched her eyes, for what, he didn't know. Rejection, maybe. But he found nothing of the sort there, just a certain shyness in the e/c pools of her eyes. "I care for you way more than I should," Sherlock says, raising his hand to brush her cheek gently with his fingers. 

Y/n smiles softly, wrapping her fingers around his wrist, "Then show me," 

Sherlock's cupid bow lips pull into a smirk as she wrap his hand around the back of her neck, caressing the soft hairs there. He leans in, pressing but a gentle kiss to her pink lips, sighing into it. It's been a very long while since he's kissed anyone, he's not even sure if he did it correctly, but just the way her lips moved in time with his. That didn't matter anymore. 

Everything beyond that happened so quickly. Because suddenly, they were in his flat and he was pushing her against the wall. His mouth hadn't left hers for a fraction of a moment. 

Sherlock rests his forehead against hers when he had pulled away once, she laughs softly, brushing his nose with her own. Her fingers were in his hair, her legs around his waist, and it seemed to Sherlock that time had stopped completely.

This may have topped his list of the stupidest thing he's ever done. His thoughts were conflicted, screaming at him to stop. One part of him dared him to carry on, to never let this girl go.

With that thought in mind, Sherlock only kissed her harder. His hand against her lower back, pressing her body more against his own. His tongue ghosted over her bottom lip, asking permission, to which she complies. Sherlock dives into the heat of her mouth, tasting her. He felt dizzy, drunk on ecstasy, it was intoxicating. Her scent, the way her hands were everywhere like she was starved of his touch. His lips trailed along her jaw, kissing her neck, teeth gently meeting skin as he nipped at her soft flesh. His hand tightens on her hip when a breathless moan left her, right next to his ear.

He pulls away to kiss her flushed lip again, his teeth bite into her bottom lip, not hard enough to break skin but just enough to drive her wild.

Sherlock pulls away, resting his forehead against hers yet again, they were both breathing heavily.

 Y/n's eyes were dark, lust blown, and oh how Sherlock loved that he caused that. But he needs to think. He can't do this, it'll get too far and he knows it, he ghosts a finger along her jaw, his eyes searching hers, "Y/n... I can't."

"Why not?" she asks quietly, kissing along his jaw to nibble on her ear lobe, and Sherlock feels his breath catch in his throat. He honestly had no idea how he had enough breath to let out a low growl then. He was trying so hard to to just take her against the wall, make her scream, make her his. "I know you want this just as much as I do," she whispers into his ear, Sherlock closes his eyes then.

To to hell with it.