A/N: I got some great feedback on Chapter 1, so here's Chapter 2! I hope you guys enjoy this just as much.
Chapter 2: I'm Feeling Sexy and Free
Lucy woke up the next morning after moving into 221C Baker Street full of rest and anxiety. She had visited London enough, but she didn't know what it was like to live there. She was ready to get up and get going. Lucy rolled out of bed and padded over to her new bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her short torso was covered by an old t-shirt and her hair was pulled up in a bun on top of her head. After fixing the bun and finishing in the bathroom, she went back to the kitchen. "Empty," she muttered. She made a mental note to go shopping for food later that day. Lucy slipped on some old cheer shorts and headed up the stairs to her cousin's flat. She knocked on the door once before entering. "John?" she called.
Little to her dismay, Sherlock was the one to peek around the corner. His hair was messy and he had a sheet wrapped around him, he also had a cup of tea in his hand. "John left to get milk, and you're breaking and entering," Sherlock said with a glare at the girl. Lucy just rolled her eyes and sat at the table. "Are you always this pleasant, Mr. Holmes?" she asked with her voice full of sarcasm. Sherlock glared again, but put on some more tea. "Would you like some tea, Miss Watson?" he asked. Lucy nodded and said, "Yes, thank you." She sat back and crossed her legs Indian Style as she sat in the wooden chair. She watched the man make tea skillfully and then set a cup before her. "Here. I'll see if Mrs. Hudson has anything for breakfast," he said before vanishing down to Mrs. Hudson's flat.
Lucy took a sip of her tea and smiled. It was made almost exactly like how she liked it. She wondered how he knew how she liked her tea. She knew John was more a coffee drinker, so that eliminated that possibility. Then again, she was with Sherlock Holmes. He could probably tell her life story just by the way she twisted her bun. Lucy chuckled at that thought. "What's funny?" she heard from behind her. She turned and saw her cousin standing with a few bags. "Oh nothing. Just a thought. I heard you went for milk," she said with a smile and a sip of tea. "I did. Where's Sherlock?" he asked, putting the bags down on the table. "Downstairs with Mrs. Hudson," Lucy answered, looking through one of the bags. She saw a box of strawberry Pop Tarts and pulled them out. They were her breakfast food of choice. "I'm stealing these," she answered while opening the box. John looked over his shoulder and chuckled. "Housewarming present. We'll go grocery shopping later so you can have more food," he answered before going back to putting things in the refrigerator.
Lucy was done with both pastries, and John was sipping on coffee across from her, when Sherlock waltzed back in. He was still wearing his white sheet. Mrs. Hudson followed him in. "Oh Sherlock, put some trousers on will you? It's indecent in front of ladies," Mrs. Hudson said while taking a seat next to Lucy. "It's my flat, and I'll wear a sheet if I wish," Sherlock answered. "Sherlock.." John warned. Lucy rolled her eyes and took a final sip of her tea. She saw that the tea kettle was still on the stove, and stood up. She walked by Sherlock in his sheet, and poured herself another tea. "You were one spoonful off," she said looking at Sherlock. "What?" he asked, bewildered. "Sugar. I put four spoonfuls of sugar in my tea. You put three," she said while dumping the sugar into her cup. "Isn't four a little much?" Sherlock asked, walking towards her. "Not for me. I like my tea sweet," she said while pouring some crème into her tea. She mixed it up and turned to lean against the counter. She smiled at Sherlock, who was now standing beside her, and took a sip of her tea.
He glowered at her, and held her stare for a few moments. She looked straight into his eyes, not backing down. They stood like that for a while before they heard John clear his throat. "Sorry, have I missed something?" John asked. The two turned their heads to him at the same time. Sherlock walked around Lucy, his sheet brushing against her arm, and he stalked off to his room. Lucy laughed and sat back down next to Mrs. Hudson. "He really is something else, isn't he?" Lucy said, her eyes looking towards the bedroom. She didn't hear what Mrs. Hudson and John were talking about. She simply sat in her chair, drank her tea and thought about Sherlock.
Ten minutes later, Sherlock emerged from his room. His hair was combed and he was wearing a purple shirt with black pants. The shirt was tucked in, and buttoned except for the top one. The sleeves were rolled up to make it a 3/4 sleeve. Lucy had a glimmer of light shine in her eyes. She continued to sip her drink and smile. "John. May I borrow your laptop? Thanks," Sherlock said as he sat down at the table, joining the other three. He opened the laptop and started to do his work. Lucy finished her second cup of tea and stood up. "I think I'm going to go put on some decent clothes," she said with a slight chuckle. "Yes, please do," Sherlock mumbled. She wasn't sure if John or Mrs. Hudson heard, because they didn't react, but she did. She looked at him and realized he was tense. In fact, he had been tense all morning. Lucy shrugged it off and made her way back to her flat. She wasn't really sure what would happen while she was with John, but was excited to be there. She was also to be living with the one and only Sherlock Holmes. Lucy was a determined, winner-takes-all kind of girl and when she had a mission, she succeeded to accomplish it. She was determined to make an impression on Mr. Holmes, and she wasn't going to take no for an answer.
