Maybe we should return to the others-

Cassandra's thoughts were interrupted by Hannah's lips crashing into hers. She felt her eyes flutter closed but before she got the chance to deepen the kiss, Hannah pulled back and leaned her forehead against hers.

Oh I like this.

"Well, this is a change," Cass managed to say, swiftly resting her hands by Hannah's waist.

She smirked, "problem?"

"Oh, I wouldn't think so," just then, her eyes caught sight of the bathroom door and she froze.

Shit, just anyone could walk in.

Hannah continued to follow Cass' gaze and quickly understood her concern. She turned back to her, only to be met by her lips, although, this was brief.

Cass pulled away this time, snatched her hands back, and smiled, almost returning to her innocent self.

"Maybe we should return to the others?" She said biting her lip, remembering the original reason she went to the bathrooms.

"Right," laughed Hannah.

Oh my god her laugh is too adorable.

Of course, once they returned, it only took moments for the future-detective to deduct everything that had happened. He smirked before whispering to John, "they seem to be getting along extremely well."

John just grinned, "seems so," completely oblivious of Sherlock's meaning.

Meanwhile, Cassandra still couldn't get over the turn-out of tonight's events.

Met a gorgeous girl with the most adorable laugh, and she's actually interested in me.

But the more time passed, the more she doubted it.

Was this just the alcohol? Crap, would she even remember any of this?

Cassandra glanced at Hannah, who gave her a perhaps too-enthusiastic thumbs up as she downed another drink. And that wasn't her last.

John watched on, expecting sooner or later he'd have to be the one looking after Hannah, while Sherlock's possessive hug didn't show any signs of that happening.

Hannah reached a stage where she tugged Cass' arm forcefully, parading her around the club, bursting out laughing at unexpected times and mostly talking nonsense animatedly to her.

Cass just smiled apologetically to the others Hannah bumped into. Honestly, this wasn't entirely unpleasant for her - but she had much sexier thoughts in mind.

I just need to take her to a private place where no-one can interrupt and-

Realisation hit her like a speeding truck - Hannah was already too drunk for that, she'd probably lose consciousness midway making out or something.

Meanwhile, Hannah was ranting on about her theory that Australia didn't actually exist, when John sternly chipped in, "I think it's time I take Hannah home now."

At these words, Hannah was about make a 'daring escape'.

"Yep, now seems good," he confirmed on seeing the fleeing Hannah (she didn't get far). He struggled to stand up as Sherlock tightened his grip, "Sherlock," he sighed impatiently.

"I'll take her," Cass offered.

"Perfect, Hannah's brought home safely by our volunteer," Sherlock gestured Cass dismissively, "and John stays with me."

"No-"

"221B Bakerstreet," Sherlock gave her a brief smile.

"Sure," Cass shrugged. She hesitantly put her hand out to Hannah, who took it appreciatively - to everyone else, this wouldn't seem like anything. Cass immediately turned around to avoid anyone noticing her red face and dragged Hannah out of the club.

After some struggle, Hannah and Cass sat beside each other on the bus to 221B. They remained silent for most of the journey, Hannah smiling sheepishly and Cass lost on thought. Suddenly, Cass's attention snapped to the gentle stroking of Hannah's fingertips along her inner thigh.

Oh my god.

She turned to Hannah and locked her gaze with those minstrel eyes. Hannah stopped abruptly.

"Mind if I have a nap?" She asked simply.

Eh no, nono, I'd rather you not.

"Go ahead," Cass sighed disappointedly, returned her gaze to her lap.

To her surprise, Hannah continued to rest her head on Cass' lap. Cass felt a grin spread across her face and she resisted stroking her arm, honestly, in fear of ending up groping her.

Goddamnit Hannah.

They got off the bus, and Cass slipped her hand around Hannah's waist and guided her to the flat. She still wasn't sure what to do with Hannah now that they would be alone.

Leave her, or-

Hannah managed up the steps and collapsed in John's spot, her face buried in the over-stuffed chair, while Cass fetched a glass of water.

Maybe, maybe not.

Cass could retire to Sherlock's seat opposite her, but it honestly didn't look as appealing as John's place with a sexy Hannah draped there.

Hannah began mumbling something, when Cass sneakily glided by her place and poured the glass over Hannah.

I'm not quite finished with you, miss, she smirked.

"For fuck sake," exclaimed Hannah, sobering up a tad.

Cass giggled, and as spun on her heel to return the glass to the kitchen she felt two strong arms wrap around her.

"What are you doing-"

"You know, we are alone here, isn't there anything you'd like to do..?" Hannah whispered seductively in Cass' ear, nipping at it.

You took the words out of my mouth.

-CS