*I love it when you say baby
Let's go, take a drive*

"Sherlock! I demand to know where we are going!" I giggled, tugging my arm out of Sherlock's grip. He turned around only to see me standing in the middle of the pavement, arms crossed. Sherlock sighed and came over to me, placing his hands on either side of my hips. "Come on, Jess, it is a surprise. Just allow me to surprise you once?" I frowned at his cute "puppy dog face" He had been trying to perfect it for some time now and it was coming along nicely. "But, Sherlock, I don't even know if I'm properly dressed!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands down to my sides.

"Come on, Jess. You ate fine, it is just a drive." My beautiful boyfriend said, looking down at me with sparkling blue eyes. I sighed, admitting defeat, as I walked over to the cab. Sherlock opened the door for me, crawling in behind. The cab took off before I realized that there were little black curtains over our windows, so as to stop me from seeing where we were going. I slowly turned towards Sherlock, a scowl on my face. "Is this really neccasary?" I asked, a little frustrated that he wouldn't even give me a chance to try and find out where we were going.

Sherlock scooted closer to me and tucked a piece of auburn hair behind my ear. "Yes, Jessie, it is neccasary." He said, using my nickname and coincidentally making me melt. Just hearing his voice- his calm, deep, creamy baritone- was enough to turn me into a puddle, let alone when he used my nickname. I was the only person that he had made a nickname for and for that I felt very special.

"Well, if you aren't going to let me see out the window, then I'll just have to get it out of you somehow." I responded, trying to sound innocent. This particular cab had a partician separating the front and back seat, so I took advantage of our privacy. "Sherlock, please do tell me." I asked, fluttering my eyelashes and biting my lip. Sherlock frowned slightly, causing a little crinkle to appear in between his eyes. "No." He answered steadily.

I glared when he wasn't looking and tried again, "Sherlock, love, why can't I know?" I asked, putting my hand on his leg, causing him to flinch. He looked at me, eyes scanning my face. Dang it! I knew he would figure me out, it was impossible to hide anything from him. "Because, it is a surprise for the women I love." He said, slowly enunciating the last part. My heart skipped a beat, not just from his sweet words, but from the fact he hadn't called me out. If he had figured it out, he wouldn't have kept his mouth shut.

I scooted closer to Sherlock and put my legs over his, earning a confused glance from him. I studied his face: his beautiful pale skin, so pale it almost appeared to be porcelain; the way his black eyelashes framed his pale blue eyes in the most attractive way; the black curls that contrasted so dramatically against his pale cheekbones; and lastly, the way his lips appeared so soft and gentle. I smiled, wondering how I had earned someone so amazing, and the best part was, it wasn't just his looks. He might try to convince you that he only did what he did because it helped lessen the boredom, but that wasn't 100% true. He also did it because, sometimes, he cared.

That wasn't always the case, but some of the time it was. He was also the cleverest man I had ever met and will ever meet. But, it wasn't just intelligence, it was the way he could read people. He might not always understand what he read, but he was learning to understand it better with each basing day. I was so lucky, not just for Sherlock, but for everyone he brought with him. I got John, Mrs. Hudson, Molly, Greg, and even Mycroft out of it all. I had gotten a family and I was so thankful.

I leaned over and kissed the corner of Sherlock's mouth. He turned around, looking at me, confused. "What was the for?" He whispered, leaning in closer to me. I smiled, looking down at his pink mouth. "Mmm, nothing. I just wanted to say thank you for making me the luckiest women alive." I murmured, not really paying any attention to what came out of my mouth. I saw his lips curve up into a smile and caught his eyes twinkling.

"So, how long will this trip take?" I asked, my heart jumping around in my chest. "Around an hour, I would suppose..." Sherlock answered me, placing a hand on either side of my face and pulling my mouth to his. I responded immediately, kissing back with as much enthusiasm as possible. Sherlock pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms around my sweater clad waist. My hands tightened themselves on the lapels of his trademark jacket. My mind went blank, completely forgetting that I was trying to get information out of the man below me.

Sherlock deepened the kiss, pulled me as close to him as he could. I wrapped my arms around his neck, one hand tangled up in his beautiful hair. I felt his large hand on my back, the other sliding down to my hip. He pulled away, leaving me gasping for breath. Before I could complain I felt his lips on my neck, causing me to close my eyes in bliss. He kept leaving small kisses on my neck and shoulder. I grabbed his face, pulling his lip back to mine. He moaned in response to me tugging at his curls. I felt his warm hand slide up the back of my sweater, shivering at the feel of his skin on mine. He was completely gentlemanly about it, leaving his hand on the middle of my back, not inching up any further.

This time I was the one to break off the kiss. A look of confusion flirted across his face before I started kissing his jaw. I felt his jaw tighten when I moved down to his neck. I slowly made my way back to his mouth, kissing the corner of it a few times before heading back into a full blown kiss. He hungrily kissed me once I allowed it, causing me to go light headed. I was busy sliding his jacket off of him, because I was getting warm from his warmth, when I was violently thrown from his lap onto the cab floor. I felt my head hit the back of the seat in front of me, closing my eyes against the impact.

Sherlock's hands were pulling me back onto the seat before I could open them once more. I heard the cabbi rap on the partition, Sherlock sliding it open. "Where 'ear, mate." The cabbi said, smirking slightly. Apperently he knew about the heated make out session that had been going in in his backseat. Sherlock grumbled a bit in response and grabbed my hand, opening the door. We both scooted out of the cab and stood up. I looked around myself, soaking in the soroundings. I gasped. It was beautiful!

I turned to see Sherlock paying the cab driver, muttering something to him, before the can took off. "Sherlock! It's amazing!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around my companions waist. He wrapped his arms around me in turn and set his chin atop my head. "I am pleased that you like it." I heard rumble from his chest. Sherlock had brought me to a garden. Not just any garden, but a garden that happened to be attached to what appeared to be a mansion. The garden was huge, with rose bushes and trelesses towering above me in a sort of labyrinth. I could hear the sound of water trickling, most likely a fountain, in the distance. It was pitch black out, except for the light of the moon.

"Where are we?" I asked, standing on my tiptoes and kissing Sherlock on the jaw (which was all i could reach, unless he bent down). "We are home. Well, my childhood home." Sherlock responded, unwrapping his arms from me and grabbing my hand. I smiled at the feeling of his long fingers wrapped around my shorter ones. "You grew up here?" I asked, my mouth hanging open. I had known he came from a wealthy family, but I hadn't known to what extent. I saw him nod as he led me up the twisting path to the house before us. "Do not fret, we have the place to ourselves. After father died, mummy moved closer to the city. We still own the house, though. I do believe she left it in her will, signed over to Mycroft." I hummed in acknowledgment, happy he was sharing a part of his childhood with me.

We never really talked about our childhood, mainly because he was so closed off about it. Sometimes I even wondered if he had deleted it, deeming it as unneccasary. I didn't even know his father had passed away. I had always just accepted that as part of Sherlock, but now he was sharing it with me. I felt privileged and special. He apperently trusted me enough to show me this. A wave of love flooded through me as we walked up the porch steps to the house. Sherlock turned towards me, the porch light adding a golden glow to his otherwise washed out face. "Jessie, I wanted to show this to you. John had told me that when you love someone, you want them to know the real you. He also said that your childhood memories are a part of you. I was not sure what to do at first, but John seems to... Know... More about this type of thing than I do. Also, I wanted you to KNOW that I care about you and that I... Well, that I need you." Sherlock ended his speech with a shy tone.

"Sherlock..." Was all I could say. It seemed so small amd pitiful in response to what he just shared with me, but I knew that he understood. He smiled, kissing me on the mouth, before grabbing my hand once more. "Would you like a tour?" He asked, eyes twinkling. I nodded, smiling at his excitement to do something for me. Sherlock opened the door and pulled me inside behind him. I shut the door behind myself and gasped at the echo it caused. The entryway was huge, with a large staircase leading up to the second floor and a few doorways off of each wall. Before I could say anything to Sherlock, I was pushed against the wall.

Sherlock caught my eyes, an evil little smirk on his face. "Like what you see?" He breathed, uncharacteristically flirty. I nodded, unsure of what to do. He grabbed my arms and placed them above my head, holding them in place with just one of his own hands. I felt his other hand grab my waist and pull me to him. His lips met mine as we continued what had been interrupted earlier. A small part of my mind wanted to hear the stories of his childhood, but the larger part told the smaller part to shut up. I felt his hand move from my waist down to my thigh as he brought it up around his waist.

I gasped, allowing him further access into my mouth. I couldn't believe how... Affectionate and passionate he was being, it just wasn't like him. He pulled away from me, earning a pout. Sherlock grinned and let go of my wrists. "I think we should go see the rest of the house." He said, chuckling at my face. I sighed and kissed his cheek, already missing the feeling of warmth I got while we kissed. As we walked up the staircase I decided to say what had been running through my mind since his speech. "Maybe you should talk to John more often."