When All The Lights Go Out ~~ Sherlock x Reader

E I G H T

After a nice dinner we caught a cab and went back out to the flat. I was still wearing his jacket, it was so warm. Though he seems like an unhuman jerk without emotions at first, he's just a sweet fluff ball underneath. On the way home I was feeling a little bit sleepy (like always) and leaned over to rest my head on Sherlock's shoulder. I looked out the window and watched the city lights pass by as I dozed off. At the end of the trip Sherlock lightly shook me awake. 
We got out of the cab and started to head inside. It was still snowing and the street lights had turned on due to the fact that it was night time. So beautiful, as if it were out of a storybook.
"Are you enjoying yourself? Or should we get back to practicing?" He smirked at me while standing inside.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him. As I did so a snowflake landed on it and I started to laugh.
When we got inside we walked up the stairs to work on our pieces some more. John greeted us when we entered the room.
"Y/N, are you wearing Sherlock's coat? Oh my god... were you two just out on a date?!"
"Haha, no. We went out for dinner because we got hungry, and I was just about to return Sherlock's jacket to him." My cheeks were bright red and I turned and handed him his coat. "Thanks for letting me borrow it, I didn't realize just how cold it was going to be..."
"Funny, usually you are more observant. That's why I find you oh so interesting."
"Well maybe if someone wasn't distracting me so much I would've realized..." I muttered under my breath as I went to go sit down to play some more piano.
"Y/N, you really should stop saying such embarrassing things under your breath, you're not as quiet as you think you are."
"Shut up. You told me you wouldn't tell..." I turned to see Sherlock covering his face yet again. I smiled.
"What the hell are you two talking about. I didn't hear her say anything. And Sherlock are you... blushing?" At the same time not wanting to answer questions we both started playing music, though they were different songs so they clashed. "Oh god that sounds awful, you two need to work on the songs a bit more, I'm going to go upstairs to write." Luckily John walked away without asking anymore questions.
"Do you really want to keep practicing? I mean we have a couple days, and I already think we sounded pretty good together." At that moment I got a text message. When I checked my phone I saw that it was my new boss.

Hey so I forgot that the holidays were coming up
I think I'll get you to work after new years, we're closing shop until then
Thanks!

"Sorry about that, my boss texted me. Anyways what do you say about taking the rest of the day off?"
"Yea sure, but let's practice some more tomorrow." He walked over to his chair to take a seat. And suddenly it was like he was gone. He closed his eyes and clasped his hands together.
"Can I braid your hair?" He opened his eyes and looked at me as if I were insane. "What, you have very floofy hair. And I think if I had some bobby pins I could make a braid that goes all the way around your head, like a little crown!"
"Y/N, your tired and drunk."
"And you don't want to see what that's like when I'm angry as well! PLEASE!!"
"Fine, but we don't have any bobby pins. While you do that I'm going to be in my mind palace so don't try to talk to me because I won't respond."
"Good thing I'll be making a crown around your head, a princess always needs a crown when she goes into her palace!"
I smirked and ran downstairs to grab some stuff for his hair. When I got back up he was in the same position with his eyes closed. I started with the hair behind him and started to braid around his entire head, putting pins in where I needed it. It was kinda awkward when I got to the part in front of his face, but it all worked out in the end. I started to just play with his hair instead of braiding it when I finished. I giggled a bit as I sat down on the arm of his chair and continued to mess with his hair. Leaning my head on my hand as I did so.
"He let you braid his hair? He never lets anyone do that. Not to mention the fact that you're sitting on the arm of his chair." I looked in John's direction and smiled.
"Yea after I bugged him enough he told me that I could braid it while he was in his "mind palace" or whatever. He just has really fun hair to play with." I continued to twirl one of his curls in between my fingers.
"I think someone has a little crush, don't you?"
"Shut up John, I couldn't really help the fact that my neighbor was really hot and smart. Like I don't get to decide who I live next to. But yea I guess you're right, he's just so sweet." I smiled as I moved a remaining curl out of the way of his braid crown.
"Y/N, you realize that he's not asleep right. He's in his mind palace, but he can still hear you."
"And that's my queue to leave. I'll see you tomorrow John, can't wait to practice for the holidays with him. Fuck me, holy shit why do I do this to myself." I walked out as fast as I could covering my blushing face all the while.

~~~~ Time Skip ~~~~

"Last day of practice before tomorrow, let's do it." I shyly smiled at Sherlock hoping that he either one: didn't hear what I said last night, or two: didn't bring it up.
"I already set up the keyboard. Shall we run through every song?"
"Yea, let's get to it."
I smiled awkwardly at him and went to sit down, ready to play. He picked up his violin and we started to rehearse the five songs that we would be playing throughout the night. The lovely music went through my ears and filled the air. Until the end of the song, I was lost in a world of wintery wonder. But alas, all good things do end.
"That sounded wonderful! I can't wait to play for everyone tomorrow, oh and by the way, who is coming to the party?"
"Me, you, John, whatever girlfriend John has right now, Ms. Hudson, Lestrade, and Molly."
"Who's Molly? A friend? A... girlfriend?" I asked with just a hint of jealousy in my voice.
"No need to be all jealous about it, she's nearly a friend. Stop worrying so much."
"Haha what do you mean jealous? I just met you Sherlock. What would I be jealous over?" I laughed nervously. I did not want to have this conversation. Ever.
"You realize that John was right, I could hear everything you were saying about me yesterday." He looked me dead in the eyes, I was frozen.
"Ya know, that's my queue to leave, I'm just gonna, you know, go crawl in a hole and die. See you later my dude."
I blushed furiously and stood up, attempting to get as far away from Sherlock as possible. I did not need this drama in my life, especially not after I had just moved in. But, as I was trying to get up and around the keyboard which was awkwardly placed in front of me, I felt a hand grab mine. When I turned I saw Sherlock facing me, looking deep into my eyes.
"I never said it was a bad thing, anyways, you promised to play with me tomorrow. So you're going to play."
"And I never said I wasn't going to play. Now did I Sherlock?"
"Yes you did. You avert eye contact, even though you're standing still all your body is motioning towards the door, and your closed body language means that you have no intention of coming back. But before you leave, you owe me."
"W-what do you mean. I owe you? for what? I'm helping you with playing, aren't I?" He was right in his deduction though, after I left I had no intention of coming back.
"Yesterday you braided my hair, and then John took a picture of it and posted it online. I don't particularly care, but I think I deserve something in return for that 'humiliation'."
"What did you have in mind?" I looked down, all I wanted was to get out of this mess. I was just going to end up embarrassing myself even more than I already have.
Suddenly I felt someone wrap their arms around me and pick me up. I was carried over to the couch that Sherlock had near the door of his apartment. I was plopped down on the front of the couch as the person who had lifted me there sat behind me. I turned my head to be greeted by Sherlock's stoic face greeting me.
"Turn around. You need to be facing in front of you." I turned my face around and blushed as I sat there. Soon after he told me to turn around, he started to braid my hair.
"'I owe you?' This is what you were talking about? Braiding my hair?" I laughed, still embarrassed.
"Yes. It's finished. You can leave now, or we can continue practicing for tomorrow."
"Let's continue practicing, just don't mention what I said anymore, alright?"
"Fine."
We walked back over to to our instruments and continued playing. God, this man was going to drive me crazy. 

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Hey some fluff that I know that the Sherlock in the show would never participate in. But it's cute anyways, and I can dream that it'll happen, ya know? I'm so excited for the next chapter oml. CHRISTMAS PARTY!! Thanks for reading my loves!
<3!!