You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

The Empty Hearse: Chapter 4

"Staying here tonight?" Sherlock asked as he pulled off his coat and scarf, tossing them on the couch. You looked up at him, following his movements as you also pulled off your coat and sat it to the side.

"Is that even a question you need to ask?" You looked at him with a smile and he turned looking at you. He studied your look and threw himself down in his chair as he looked over at you, before turning away. "Okay, Sherlock. What's wrong? You've been acting weird ever since we left Barts." You crossed your arms at him as he refused to look up at you. You looked down at him with squinted eyes before you chuckled in disbelief. "No way." You laughed looking at him.

"Shut up." He turned further away from you and you couldn't help but continue to laugh at Sherlock's problem. "You are totally jealous." You walked over to him, straddling his lap as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He didn't turn his head towards you and kept his hands at his sides as he gazed at the wall. You studied his tense look and smiled, leaning sideways in his lap to get a glimpse of his face. "Admit it, Sherlock Holmes is jealous!" You sang. He turned his face the opposite way and you pouted, pulling on his neck to try to get him to look at you. He didn't. "Sherlock is jealous of Dr. McClendon! What is it, his muscular build?" You teased, leaning towards Sherlock's ear. "Or the way he made me laugh? Or what about the way he looked at me? Did you see that, he's totally in love with me." You continued to egg Sherlock on with false facts, telling he was getting increasingly more angry. "Sherlock, just admit it. You think he's better than you, you-" You stopped suddenly as Sherlock stood, causing you to stumble back. He walked you back until your back was against the cool windowpane. He looked at you with intense eyes and you smiled up at him, knowing you'd succeeded in pushing his buttons.

"I am not jealous of Dr. McClendon." He growled lowly in your face, looking over you. You breathed heavily, smiling at him as his eyes studied your face.

"Prove it." You whispered. Sherlock looked at you before he grabbed your face in his hands, crashing his lips against yours. You smiled against his lips as he greedily kissed you, anger fueling his actions. You'd missed being able to just be with Sherlock in a stress free environment, able to actually be a couple and do what 'couples' did, you supposed. But you and Sherlock were different, you always had been. Defining your own normals.

You let out a giggle as Sherlock wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you back to his bedroom. He sat you down on the bed and you smiled up at him, kicking off your shoes. He bent down in between your legs, continuing to plant kisses over your face. When Sherlock reached your collar bone, you couldn't help but let out a moan, curling your fingers in his hair. You tilted back into the bed as Sherlock continued his handiwork.

Your arms reached towards his shirt, fumbling with the buttons. You took deep breaths now as Sherlock yanked your shirt over your head. You squealed with laughter as he climbed onto the bed, his legs on either side of your torso.

You finally got the buttons to Sherlock's shirt undone and he helped you shimmy it off. You tossed it to the floor, shivering as Sherlock's hands slid down your body while he planted kisses down your stomach.

After years of not being able to be this intimate, you were both craving each other. You pulled Sherlock back to your lips, kissing him greedily as you reached towards the hem of his pants.

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"Does this mean I'm allowed to stay the night?" You joked, looking at Sherlock who lay next to you under the covers. He chuckled, his hand coming up to your jaw as he planted another kiss on your lips. He pulled away slowly and you savored it, your hand resting on the back of his neck.