You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

The Empty Hearse: Chapter 4

You didn't want to break your and Sherlock's high of emotions, but he could sense something was wrong as you laid next to him, studying the ceiling in silence opposed to sleeping. You turned to look at him, rolling onto your side to wrap your arms around him in an embrace. You were careful not to brush against his patched up wounds. You leaned your forehead into the crook of his neck, guilt overcoming you.

"It wasn't your fault." Sherlock whispered in your ear. He pulled away placing a hand on the bottom of your chin so you'd look at him. You failed to meet his eyes and Sherlock studied you, thinking. He pulled your hands towards him and held your wrists so your palms were facing up. He rubbed his thumb across your scarred palms softly. "Remember when-"

"No, Sherlock. That was different." You pulled your hands away from him, clutching them to your chest. Sherlock looked at you shaking his head in disagreement.

"No, it wasn't. You went through just as much pain as I did when I couldn't get to you in time before those men burned your arms and hands with that iron rod. You couldn't touch anything for weeks." He spoke, his hands reaching towards yours again. You softened in his touch, letting him again take your hands. You hated that he was right.

"But that wasn't your fault. It was mine for letting our cover slip." You told him, still not making eye contact as you looked at your hands in his.

"Just like this was not your fault either. They'll heal." Sherlock told you and you rolled your eyes at him, that wasn't going to change the fact that you felt awful about him getting beat in with a pipe.

"You better be glad you're a smooth talker at times, Holmes. You're not always 'remarkably thick'" You quoted John from earlier before you looked up Sherlock with a small smile. He chuckled, pulling you back towards his chest.

"Just so you know, you are totally jealous of Dr. McClendon." You whispered into his ear, before you pecked him on the cheek with a cheesy smile.

"Shut up, before I-"

"Ohhhh, what are you gonna do about it?" You teased again, placing your hands on his shoulders as he looked over at you. You knew he wouldn't do anything, as much as Sherlock loved showing off, he'd never confront McClendon unless he actually tried to make a move on you, which he wouldn't. He's a nice man.

Suddenly, Sherlock was pulling you under the covers as he brought them over your heads, you squealed, chuckling as his lips met yours. You hummed happily, leaning further into his embrace. Sherlock's lips left yours to kiss your jaw, then the space behind your ear, and back to your neck. You brought him back to your lips, craving the feeling of his lips against yours. Sherlock finally parted slowly, and you kept your eyes closed, your teeth pulling at your lip.

"You know I love you?" Sherlock questioned as he leaned to the side, propping his face into the palm of his hand. Your eyes fluttered open and you turned to him a smile growing on your face as you studied his eyes.

"Of course. I love you too." You answered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I'm not jealous." Sherlock once again spoke. You couldn't help but laugh at how serious he was taking the situation. You brought your hand to his face, rubbing your thumb across his cheek.

"I'm not so sure about that." You told him, with a grin. His face turned dark and you knew what he was about to do.

You scrambled, pulling the covers back from over your head, trying to get away. "Oh no you don't!" Sherlock quickly got his arms around you, pulling him back towards him.

"No! Please!" You were already laughing as Sherlock pinned down your arms, his legs on either side of your hips as he hovered over you.

"Too late." He grinned, a powerful grin, as he brought his hand to your stomach. He began tickling you and you screamed, trying to wriggle yourself from his grasp. "Say I'm not jealous!" He told you, his face close to yours.

"Never!" You managed to get out in between laughs. Your breaths were already heaving as you couldn't stop laughing uncontrollably. After you said this, Sherlock immediately dashed towards your feet. "NO!" You shouted, already pulling your legs away from him. He managed to get one leg pinned down as he began to tickle your foot. This time tears came to your eyes from laughing so hard. You tried your best to escape Sherlock's hold on you, but he was too strong. "Okay! Okay! I surrender! You're not jealous!" You spoke in increments in between fits of laughter.

"That's what I thought." Sherlock brushed his hands together with an accomplished smile.

You both finally settled down, just gazing at one another. You trailed a finger along his cheekbones and jawline. You were so lucky you managed to get Sherlock. He looked like he wanted to ask something and you tilted your head at him in question. "What is it?" You asked, placing your hands on his shoulders. He was silent as he looked over your shoulder towards the wall.

You watched him awhile, wondering if something was wrong. He finally looked back at you, his eyes looking straight into yours. "Move into 221B." He proposed, looking back and forth at you. You laughed, leaning your head into his neck.

"Thought you'd never ask." You pulled back from his neck to kiss him, and he leaned into the kiss, enveloping you in his strong arms.