"Ah still pouting are we?" I scowled at him, "Sod off.I hate you soo much right now." He cocked his eyebrow "I'll take that as a yes." Again I glared at him "No shit, Sherlock." I turned over on my side and faced the wall. I heard him leave our bedroom. " will sleep on the couch tonight, shall I?" I sat up and threw a pillow as he left "And for all I care, every fucking night for the rest of your fucking life, Mister fucking Sherlock Holmes. ."
I lay on my back on our bed, as the tears came down my face. Today I had found out that the man I loved, the man I thought for three of the longest years of my life, had died, was actually still alive. When he first came back , I flew into his arms and held him close and then my rage at him bubbled fist met his jaw with a hard left jab.
"You son of a Bitch . You made me mourn you. You bastard , how could You? For Three years . Three bloody god damn years. I thought you loved me. You made me think you had died. How could you do this to me? To Us?" I shouted through my tears. I struck his chest with my fists as I said this. He didn;t fight me, then I went to our bedroom and slammed the door shut and collapsed on the bed.
I spoke out loud "I hate him, i hate him , I HATE YOU!. " I knew he would hear this but was beyond caring at this point. I rolled over on my side to face the wall "I hate You sooo much soo much " I suddenly felt two thin, bare yet strong arms around me and heard his gentle voice tempt to sooth me. His lips gently grazed my cheek " I know you hate me John. I do not blame I had to fake my death and break the heart of the only man ,no make that the only person in my life, who loves me enough to put up with my antics. And I am so sorry I had to do this to my dear Watson. Please forgive me. I could not bear for my darling Watson. to be angery with me. I would be soo lost without my Bosewell."
He gently kissed my neck, and I felt my darling Sherlock Holmes's lips gently ghost my body. "I still hate you. Oh god I hate you." I turned in his arms to face him " But at the same time I love and adore you soo much that when I thought you died it broke my heart." He kissed me deeply yet gently. He looked at me "Do you know who , what I thought of while I was traveling those three lonely years? and while I lay bleeding on that ledge of REICHENBACH falls?"
He gently touched my cheek with his finger and smiled shyly with those lips I have come to love. "The one person I thought of was my dear Watson. How I longed to be as I am now laying in his arms. To be kissed by his sweet lips once more." I looked in to those eyes of his,that often dazzled looked haggered, I knew him well enough to know he hadn't taken care of himself.
I was still angry with him, but the part of me that missed him and loved him took over. We made love that night and soon fell asleep in each others arms. As I drifted off I refected on our relationship. I knew that while we were here together in this room, in our bed. I knew the world could go to rubbish and ruin and neither one of us would care.
ok this is my first attempt at a sherlock holmes fanfic.
hope i did ok. I am a fan of sherlock holmes
and am fully enjoying this new sherlock series
please review. ( this set in the sherlock story, the Empty House.