Holmes laid his lips on mine with strenght, confusing and surprising me. Probably, it's the cocaine at guide all his moves, but I can't not be fascinated by this. Maybe because this man is the same detective whom I love and esteemed from immemorial time, the same one I have decided to share a intimate and personal place like a home with.
He pull me on the bed and his lips are still on my skin, who glows under his touch «Holmes.» I pant, tilting myheadback and closing my eyes tight to run of his look. I'm scared of his thoughts - always so neat, so right and so perfect.
I have neither courage nor deside to reject him and he knows it well. This is what really worries me – he knows, he touches me, he kisses me, but he has the alibi of cocaine. What's my alibi? I've never been so lucid, neither so compliant. I could just reject him to create myself an alibi, to pretend I at least tried to pull away from his touch, but I never could. I love him.
I'm very thank to Eledh for betareading (:
This is my first fanfiction in english!