From afar, Sherlock watched with a weary eye at every movement Jim made. His hands flexed, waiting until he would need to intervene. This was one of Britain's most infamous criminals.
"Rockwell confirmed," he takes a glass of champagne for you, then for him. "You're not going to be happy, though. His sister will be there, apparently,"
"Oh lovely, just what I needed," your face falls.
"She will be around the meeting but not at the table, not after her little attempted treason," Moriarty recalls the incident in which Lucille, Rockwell's sister, had tried to kill him for his title but failed miserably.
"I don't know why he hasn't killed her yet," you sip, bored, unable to take your eyes off the crowd. "I bet you it's his mother telling him to involve her,"
"Who else," Jim gives a short laugh. "However, on the note of killing," his eyes drag over towards a man in the corner of the room, "Alexei Volkov, I've hired him for the night,"
Your eyes soon follow, careful not to seem obvious, "You hired the Marquis of hell? You know his name is all for show, he's a shit hit man,"
"He was the only one available; everyone is at the hitman convention in Venice," he explains, "The problem is, Sherly is watching," that wasn't a lie. Since you had left 221B, you had the feeling he was looking at you. He would move closer, perhaps finding a way to wrap his arm around you. You were surprised he couldn't hear your rapid heartbeat.
"You want me to distract him," you realise, "I suppose it's the least I could do,"
"Perfect," Jim nearly let you go back before taking your hand, "just keep it PG13," he notes, making your face burn up. "Or he dies,"
"Jim!" Whisper shouting this. The crowd still ended up being louder regardless of your volume. "I won't- we won't- oh damn you, leave me alone," you collect yourself before finding your way back to Sherlock, who was quick to spin you into his arms nearly.
"What did he say? Are you okay?" His chest flushed against yours, his hand on your waist, the other against your cheek.
"Sherlock, I'm fine," you place a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry so much," your hands move to his, pulling him towards the dance floor where people waltzed the night away. "Now, please tell me you know how to dance,"
"We should keep an eye out, Y/n," he looks at you, unable to move his eyes away.
"Oh, come on, just one dance," you see as he finally looks to the crowd around you both. Your hand pushes his face back to focus on you. "One dance, please? Just one," curling your fingers around his tie, you quickly tug him close.
He was taken by complete surprise, grabbing your hips to steady himself. "Careful," he warns, pulling you closer.
"One dance," you twirl the tie between your fingers. "Unless you can't dance, Mr Holmes,"
"Fortunately for you," he spins you around and into a slight dip, "miss L/n," his hand moved to hold you tighter while he leaned closer, "dancing is one of my many talents,"
"Is it now?" You took a quiet breath, "what other talents do you have,"
He pulls you back up, gently laughing before placing a finger under your chin, "You'll have to wait to find out,"
Your knees felt weak, his half-hooded eyes smugly looking at yours. His hand moved to your wrist, feeling the rapid beat instantly. It didn't take a genius to realise what he was doing, but you couldn't focus on anything else. Every touch felt like someone had ignited a bonfire in your chest, burning up your skin until you needed to let out a breath.
"Earlier, I mentioned how lovely you looked, but I don't think I did it any justice," he sways to the music, moving around the space with flawless steps taken every time. "You look as gorgeous as you always do. That is a fact, but something about seeing you tonight has left me speechless. You look stunning."
You could swoon in that very moment, every nerve jolting in waves of joy, excitement and a tinge of nervousness. No one had ever spoken to you in this manner, let alone sound so genuine. "Sherlock, that was absolutely beautiful," you admit, staring Star-struck.
"What I had just said was hardly the tip of the iceberg," he lifts your knuckles to his lips, kissing them softly. "Trust me that much,"
"I trust you a lot more than that, Sherlock," moving your hand to his face, you could hear the hitch in his breath, pink dusting his cheeks.
"I'm glad," he spins you under his arm, catching you slightly off guard.
"Careful, you're going to make me dizzy," you warn him, "I may just fall,"
"Don't worry, darling," he takes you into a quick dip, which had you gripping him tight. "I'll be there to catch you.
"Every time?" You look up at him with nothing but sincerity.
"Every time." He leans closer to you, forehead pressing against yours.
You could melt into his arms with certainty this time. His lips felt like they brushed against yours, but you assumed it was your head playing tricks. "Sherlock Holmes, you take my breath away,"
"I know another way I could," his breathing staggered at his thoughts.
"I think I do, too," you lean forward and are instantly met with his lips. You couldn't describe it in any way but perfect. It was like the missing piece to your puzzle. Nothing could ever get you as high as he did in this moment. The suddenness, the thrill of a first kiss, it all felt surreal.
"You have no idea what you do to me. It drives me absolutely mad," he pulls back to quickly say, wanting to call a cab now, leaving everything behind.
"How about you show me exactly what I do to you," you pull at his tie, causing his lips to meet yours in a sudden passion.
"I said, careful," he moves your body backwards, leading towards a denser part of the crowd. Further and further, you disappeared before two doors could be seen leading towards another section of the building. Your hands interlock, kissing every so often while pushing at random doors until a random janitor's closet is found.
"Oh, I heard you the first time," you tug at his tie once more, feeling his body trap yours against the door with one swift motion.
"Doesn't seem like it, or else you'd know to listen," he pushes your hands above your head, holding it securely before using his other hand to hold your leg up against his side.
"Jesus, if I knew you kissed like this, I should've made my move months ago," it was everything you dreamed about, and knowing how his body moved against yours like a mirror reflection made it all the better.
"Maybe I should have, too," his hands drop and immediately lifts you into his arms and against the door. "Especially if I knew how divine you sound when I..." his lips meet your neck, like a key to a lock. He had you in the palm of his hand.
The gentle gasp of air and sigh of pleasure had his jaw tensing, desperate to hear that sweet sound on repeat. It was like heaven on earth, and he was an Angel falling from grace. "Please-"
"Please, what, sweetheart?" He let his breath tickle your neck for a moment.
"Please don't stop."
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I love this pic so much
- Anna ❤️