A little drabble I wrote in English class.
I own nothing besides my OC and the story itself!
I love you.
The words were so simple, yet so complex. The words left her lips during their post-sex relaxation, which consisted of Sherlock reading a book while Monika traced imaginary patterns on his naked chest as she hummed. His spare hand rested on her back, stroking the bare skin of her spine.
It had been pure and comfortable silence until those words were spoken. Sherlock froze, his eyes stopping on the word skeleton within the hardback book. Had she truely said those words or had it been his imagination? Based on her shift in movement, he deduced easily that she really had said those three words.
Previously before this situation he had deduced that she felt attraction and adoration for him, they wouldn't be dating if she didn't. But they were dating- happily in fact. Sherlocked looked from his book to the woman in her arms, frowning as she hid her face in his bare chest. She was upset. He placed his book calmly onto the nightstand to his left.
"Monika..." She didn't look at him. Yes, most definetely upset. "Monika." She peeked up at him, her dialated pupils giving away her nervousness.
"Ja?" She responded, her voice quiet in volume.
"You're upset, nervous." He observed aloud, his cold hand still on her back. "Why?"
"Because I said that." She sat up, pulling the comforter up to cover her chest. "And you're not responding. You must not feel the same."
"Your deduction is off once again." He sat against the headboard, pulling her into his chest and kissing her passionately.
I love you too.