Alone With You
Cause: Tea With Sherlock
McKinleigh tentatively walked down to Sherlock's flat the next morning. She heard a barely audible "Come in!" as she knocked on the door. When she walked into the flat, she followed noses coming from the kitchen and froze in place when she saw Sherlock standing there with a jar full of human body parts.
"Those are toes." McKinleigh stated, raising an eyebrow, wanting to be disgusted but was more intrigued than anything.
"Very insightful, Ms. Kelly." Sherlock said, setting the jar down.
"Why do you have a jar full of toes? No, wait- better yet, how did you aquire a jar full of toes? Or do I even want to know? You aren't a serial killer, are you?"
"I'm experimenting. I have friends in high places. No, I'm not a serial killer or I probably would have taken care of you before you could ask if I was one." Sherlock groaned at the jar of toes and stuck them in the freezer. "What are you doing here?"
"You asked me to come last night?" McKinleigh furrowed her brow. "You told me to come when Auntie went out to run errands."
"Oh, yes... I did, didn't I? Well, then, I guess I should offer you tea or something?"
"Tea would be great." McKinleigh couldn't help but laugh a bit. "You don't have company often, do you?"
"Not really, no." Sherlock answered, fumbling with the teapot.
McKinleigh walked over to him and took the pot from him. "Go sit. I'll do it."
"But you're the guest?" Sherlock cocked his head to the side. Even he knew that something was not right with her asking to make tea in his own flat.
"Yes, but we'll never have tea if I let you do it." A short while later, she was bringing two steaming cups of tea into the sitting room and handed one to Sherlock, smiling. "See? Didn't take too long." She winked. "So, I have to ask. What was up with last night?"
"What do you mean?" Sherlock asked, taking a sip of his tea and giving McKinleigh a small nod of approval.
"You, Mr. I-Don't-Kiss-Anyone-Ever, getting all freaked out because of my age and then proceeding to suck my face off. So, tell me, what was up with that?"
"Believe me, if I knew, I'd tell you. I don't kiss people. People distract me from my thinking. I don't deal with anyone if I don't have to. But you... You are a conundrum, Ms. Kelly. There is just something about you that- I just can't stay away."
"Trust me, Mr. Holmes. You don't want any part of me."
"And why is that?"
"I'm fucked up, for lack of a better word. I don't get emotionally invested very easily. And when I do, it freaks me the hell out. Therefore, I also try to keep people from getting emotionally invested in me." McKinleigh sat quietly for a moment, contemplating what to say next. "I run from things. If things start to get too crazy or out of my control, I run. I've never had a real relationship, so I can't say if I'd run from one, but with my past experience, I probably would. I'd like to be your friend... Sherlock." She liked the way his name rolled off of her tongue. "But don't expect anything more than a friend."
Sherlock stared into McKinleigh's eyes for a minute, seemingly thinking about what she had said. But when he finally spoke, it was like he hadn't heard her at all. "I'm going to kiss you now." He said, standing up and holding his hand out to her.
McKinleigh stared at his hand like it was poisoned. "Did you listen to a word I said? I can't do a relationship. I don't want to lead you on."
Sherlock rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand himself and pulled her up to him. "I heard you." He placed his hands on her tiny waist and he watched as she bit her lip.
"Sherlock..." She whispered. "Stop."
He shook his head. "Wish I could, Mackie. But I can't." He brushed his thumb down her cheek. "Take those piercings out of your face. I don't like them." He said, gruffly.
"You aren't listening to me, so what makes you think I'm going to listen to you?" McKinleigh asked, rolling her eyes.
Sherlock brushed his thumb over her Monroe piercing. "Except this one. I like this one." McKinleigh closed her eyes in defeat and slowly took out her eyebrow, lip, and septum rings. "Much better." Sherlock whispered.
McKinleigh felt her knees buckle as Sherlock's lips conneted with hers. He lifted his hands from her waist to run his fingers through her long, thick, black hair. She grazed his bottom lip with her teeth and he groaned, grabbing at the hair on the back of her head. She could feel him pressing against her thigh. She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards what she assumed was his bedroom.
"Do you wanna-" She asked, kissing him once more.
"I- uhm- well," Sherlock cleared his throat.
"Come on." McKinleigh whispered in his ear, pulling him to the bed. She pushed him down onto his mattress and pulled his jeans off. She shimmied out of her own jeans and underwear before realeasing him from his own boxers. Straddling his lap, she bit her lip. "You okay?"
Sherlock tried to seem confident as he placed his hands on her hips. "I think so." He whispered, as she lifted up and slowly encased himself inside of her.
Afterwards, McKinleigh fell over onto the bed next to Sherlock and wrapped herself up in his sheet before cuddling up into his side. "Well, I don't have anything to compare that to, but it seemed to do the trick..." She said, giggling slightly.
"I agree." Sherlock's voice wavered. "I don't have anything to compare it to, either. It was decent, I think."
"Decent? You have sex for the first time and you tell the girl it was only decent? Really?" McKinleigh rolled her eyes.
"Then, how would you describe it?"
McKinleigh paused, pursing her lips, before quietly answering, "Decent..."
"Exactly."
They laid in silence for a few minutes, wrapped up in each other, just thinking, when Sherlock finally spoke up. "Should you be getting home? It's late."
"Auntie already told me she was getting up and going to the store first thing in the morning. And she won't check on me when she gets up or before she leaves." McKinleigh shrugged. "I'm not a morning person and she knows not to wake me up."
"So, what are you going to do?" Sherlock asked, glancing down at the naked girl beside him, who had her arm slung over his waist while his fingers ran absentmindedly through her hair.
"I'm really pretty comfortable, figured I might stay here, if you didn't mind." McKinleigh yawned and snuggled closer to Sherlock.
"I guess I don't mind. But why would you want to stay the night with me?"
"Sherlock, you like me because I confuse you." McKinleigh smiled as she felt Sherlock nod. "Well, I like you because you intrigue me. You're a very interesting man." McKinleigh paused again, thinking. "I hope you know I'm going to break your heart." She said, simply, placing a kiss on Sherlock's cheek.
Sherlock shrugged. "I've been told that I don't actually have a heart."
McKinleigh nodded slowly. "Good. Makes things a bit easier, then. Good night, Sherlock."
"Good night, Mackie." Sherlock reached over and turned his bedside lamp off, drowning the room in perfect darkness, before sliding down in bed to curl up with the tiny girl next to him.
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