Alone With You

Cause: Gone Again

A/N: Kind of dirty at the beginning here. JSYK. :)

Sherlock threw his pajamas and boxer briefs on the floor and crawled back on top of the naked girl in his bed. He pressed his lips to hers while his fingers traced down the curves of her body. He latched his lips onto the pulse point at the base of her neck as he dipped two fingers inside of her and began to pump them slowly in and out. Her body shivered at the feeling and her voice trembled.

"Sherlock… Sherlock, please. Please…" McKinleigh begged. "I need you…" She whispered.

Sherlock withdrew his fingers painfully slow and McKinleigh whimpered. He placed himself at her soaking wet entrance, pushing just the tip in, and paused. He watched as McKinleigh writhed underneath him. She opened her mouth to beg for him, but she couldn't form the words. She clawed at his back and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling his head down to capture his lips with hers as he thrusted quickly, encasing his entire length in her in one fluid motion.

McKinleigh squeaked into his mouth at the sudden movement, before moaning loudly and biting his lip.

Sherlock began to pump his shaft excruciatingly slow and watched as McKinleigh's face contorted in pleasure.

"Faster, Sherlock, faster. Please, dear God, please." She whispered, begging once more. "Harder!" She moaned.

He obeyed, thrusting faster and harder. They were panting in sync, sweat dripping down their bodies.

"I'm gonna- Oh, fuck!" Sherlock felt her tight, hot walls begin to spasm around him with her orgasm and it sent him over the edge. He pulled out quickly and he spilled out onto her stomach.

"You are brilliant, absolutely fantastic." Sherlock panted out as he picked up his t-shirt to clean up his mess.

"And you must have had a very excellent teacher." McKinleigh winked.

"Oh, I did. She was the best. And beautiful, to boot." Sherlock threw his shirt back onto the ground and laid down next to McKinleigh. "Promise me that you won't freak out with what I'm about to say."

"Okay?" She looked confused.

"I'm not exactly sure what love feels like. Probably one of the only things I don't know. But if I had to take a guess, I think it would feel like what I feel for you." He leaned in and kissed her softly. "I love you." He whispered, as he cupped her face, kissing her again.

"And I, you…" McKinleigh struggled out as they broke apart.

"Goodnight, Mackie." Sherlock smiled as he rolled over onto his side.

"Uhm, 'night." McKinleigh replied, slowly. She waited until Sherlock's breathing evened out and he began to snore lightly and she slowly climbed out of bed. She quietly left the room and headed back to her own room, frantically packing her things.

When Sherlock awoke the next morning, he was very much alone.

Where are you? –SH

You didn't even tell Mrs. Hudson you were leaving. We're worried. –SH

I'm coming to find you. –SH

Never mind. Mrs. Hudson talked to your Gran. Are you really in Italy? –SH

Answer me. Please. –SH

I miss you. –SH

What did I do wrong this time? You said you'd tell me. –SH

Was it because I told you I loved you?- SH

DAMN IT. Answer me. –SH

Why am I still texting you? You've been gone two months and I've yet to receive a reply. At least you've talked to Mrs. Hudson. How's Iceland? –SH

I need to hear your voice. –SH

Happy birthday, Mackie. –SH

You've been gone three months now, and I still put out a cup for you when I make tea. Ridiculous. –SH

You really aren't coming back, are you? –SH

I'm lost without you. I hope you know that. –SH

I helped Scotland Yard solve another case today. Some guy killing people and stealing their big toes. Remember when you found that jar of toes in the kitchen and thought I was a serial killer? –SH

Remember when I told you I loved you? That was stupid and I take it back. Now, please come home. –SH

It's been 6 months. Where are you? –SH

We can't do this, Sherlock. Quit texting me. –MK

Can't do what? Be HAPPY? –SH

Fine. I see how it is. Have a good time seeing the world, I guess. –SH

I can't do it. I can't not text you. Deal with it. –SH

This is getting a tad bit tedious. I'm sorry. –SH

I'm sure you're sick of me. –SH

I'm done trying to get an answer out of you. I'm done texting you. I know I must seem pathetic. I'm so sorry. –SH

Goodbye, Mackie. I'll miss you. –SH

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