The sun was high in the sky when John finally stumbled in the flat's door. He had been with Sarah all night β a nice meal, back to her flat and... Well, you know how it goes. He was humming a happy tune under his breath as he swung round the door into the, as per usual, messy kitchen, almost instantly stumbling back when he found himself staring at someone who was arguably the most beautiful woman he, or for that matter, anyone, had ever seen.
"Wha..." His voice faltered as he continued to be transfixed, his eyes travelling up and down her body.
"You must be John," The smile that followed these words was brighter than the sun. It sounded cheesy and corny, but boy, was it true.
The girl looked to be nearing the six foot mark, missing only by a few inches, with golden hair that hung in flowing waves along her back, strands of it curling around her shoulders. She wore a tight tank top and shorts β obviously sleep wear. Her skin was as smooth as silk, as unblemished as porcelain. Her deep green eyes glinted, framed by thick black lashes. Her nose had just the right amount of curve in it, turning up slightly at the end, and her dusty pink rose bud lips looked as soft as a feather.
She was a natural beauty alright.
"Uh...w-who are you?" John began to come to his senses once more.
"This, John, is my girlfriend. Cassidy," Drawled a voice that could only be Sherlock's.
"Um...girlfriend?" John's brain was not fully functioning, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from her.
"Yes. After, isn't that what you said that 'normal' people had, in their 'normal' lives?" Sherlock cocked one eyebrow as he adopted a smug expression, obviously sensing his reaction to Cassidy.
The woman herself had been watching their exchange with an expression of amusement, smiling once again as she pulled Sherlock in for a kiss, causing John to pretend to find the most recent bullet holes in the wall amazingly fascinating. Finally, they pulled apart, both of them with a smirk on their face as they turned back to John.
"I thought girls bored you?" he said, recalling what he had said in an earlier conversation. He focused on Sherlock's face, trying βand failing β not to look at Cassidy out of the corner of his eye. At this, she let out a short bark of laughter.
"Bore him? As his flat mate, I'm sure you've realised that sociopaths are never boring. Well, only if they're, let's say, low functioning. Which remind me," She turned to Sherlock and frowned as she said, "How come you never told me about his girlfriend and the fact that he used to have a psychosomatic limp?"
"Never thought it necessary," was his reply as the hugged her close.
John looked between them with a growing look of horror dawning on his face.
"Oh. She's not...well, like you is she? There's a female version of you? Seriously?" At this they both burst out laughing. Feeling himself flush, he all but winced as he announced, "Right, that's it. I'm going back to Sarah's."
He grabbed his wallet from the table, leaving his coat lying dejectedly on the sofa as he sped out the door, glancing back just once, in time to see the giggling pair rush back into Sherlock's bedroom.
