At Christmas Eve, Sherlock plays to his family and friends his new composition. A very sweet and delicate melody making the soft winter wind blowing and flying leaves a perfect company to it. The audience stares in awe at the consultant detective, mesmerized at how this rude and so impersonal human being can be so gentle and loving with his violin, eyes closed as if his life depended on those musical notes.
The melody soon ends and everyone in the room claps and cheers to him, he bows, eyes still closes as he does to receive the people he must care about in his life admiration. When he finally straightens, he opens his eyes that immediately search for certain brown irises that Bingo! he easily finds.
She is standing there, wearing a definitely new dress, expensive one as well as those new red heels, a very well known by him golden necklace, hair straight and elegantly falling on her shoulders –the reminder of the vanilla scent of it bringing memories to his mind and- Focus! He tells to himself Oh! There it is matching her heels, giving her face a beautiful and elegant detail, her red lips. She's biting her lip is such a sensually way he has to restrain himself to take her by the waist and claim her as his (again) on the next room. Teasing, sexy so womanly attractive…
The crowd leaves the room back to the kitchen, where the sound of glasses and a bottle of wine been opened soundtracks the comfortable silence formed between this two. She smiles and confidently (she's became more confident around him since…) and walks to look out through the window, smiling, knowing that he is staring at her. Warm breath hits the side of her neck and this send shivers down her spine -maybe the feeling of his half hard erection grinding against her bum is helping to that chills too, she can't be sure.
−It was beautiful.-she tells him in almost a whisper, staying in place, looking at the Christmas lights outside the building on the other side of the street.
−Nice detail the red lipstick. -he tells her and she cant help but bite her lip at his words. –I finished the melody last night you left.
She hums and nods at his words, turning around, she pokes his chest with her finger, leaning to whisper to him –My bum still hurts, that stick is definitely tattooed on my skin.
He smiles at her words and licks his lips –If you behave during dinner, I'll give you aftercare good girls win as a reward.
His words send shivers down her spine, a small smile spreading her lips –Yes sir, I'll totally work to get my afterca…-her words are interrupted by Mrs. Holmes hand on her shoulder. –Sherlock, Molly dear, it's time for dinner. Will you join us? They both share a secret and confident smile and follow Mrs. Holmes, both thinking about what'll happen after everybody leaves the 212B of Baker Street that night.