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Chapter 9: Hide and Seek
There was silence for sometime after that.
"Do I have to move then" Scarlett said in barely more than a whisper.
"No No, we aren't going anywhere" Sherlock said defiantly
"Sherlock I really think that you should move to a safer location ... Think of Scarlett" Lestarde reasoned
"I am, she is all I've been thinking about these last few days" cried Sherlock at the older detective, Scarlett looked at him and he look back his eyes soft and there was something there his pupils dilated, it was attraction.
"Besides he will simply find us again there will be no point" Sherlock began again no one else seemed to have notice the small moment between Scarlett and the man now pacing the room once more.
"Just place another officer at the door. I know they won't be much use if he actually decides to turn up but maybe their presence will deter him a little, but I will not play an idiotic game of hide and seek simply because he has spooked you, I will not risk Scarlett life with a such and unnecessary act" Sherlock said turning to Lestarde, the older man looked as though he was going to argue his mouth open like a drowning fish, but John simply shook his head and Lestrade's mouth closed in defeat.
The strange silence Scarlett was still not used to, settled over the room again, then Lestarde stood. "Right I'll place another officer on the door then, they will be here within the hour. Watch out..." but the rest of his sentence was cut short
"Yeah yeah, I think we know" said Sherlock shaking his head and looking very bored. "Right then I'll be off" said Lestarde rolling his eye at the consulting detective.
Soon after Lestarde left the room fell once again in to that looming state of silence.
"You are gonna solve this before I get..." Scarlett's sentence seem to die away in her throat before it even reached her lips.
"Yes of course we are" said John quickly though his voice shook and he looked to Sherlock which made Scarlett even more nervous. Sherlock was once again staring at the collage of photographs and notes that were stuck to the mirror above the fire.
"Right Sherlock" said John staring at the tall man for some back up and Scarlett seem to try and disappear.
"You cannot say that for sure, John, but I have not yet been beaten and I do not expect to be this time". Sherlock did not turn around as he spoke his eyes staring fixed to the collage.
Scarlett sighed heavily she no longer felt fear but a strange numbness seemed to consume her whole body. Scarlett stood up and Sherlock turned around so quickly she froze to the spot.
"You mustn't go out anymore not unless it's absolutely necessary, like work or the hospital that is all and me or John will accompany you, no one else only us" he said standing so close his breathe brushed at Scarlett's hair.
"Well I have a photo shoot tomorrow at 1PM" Scarlett said slowly "Should I call and say I can't make it or that I'm sick or something."
"No, No need, John will accompany you" Sherlock said turning back towards the photos on the wall.
"No John won't, John has to go to the clinic tomorrow" said John, he shot Scarlett an apologetic look before he turned his gaze back to Sherlock.
"Then I will go, you cannot allow J-T-R to imprison you here, he cannot know you are scared" said Sherlock without turning around.
So that is how Scarlett ended up having Sherlock Holmes see her naked.
The rest of the day faded away in the same way every other day had since Scarlett had come to stay at 221B Baker street. It had been 5 days since you had moved here and the days seemed to all fade into a melody of fear and intrigue.
In this short time Scarlett's relationship with Sherlock seemed to have developed into a strange and confusing collection of shouting, comfort and a feeling which she could only describe as lust. Scarlett was pretty sure these feelings were mutual, it was rare people could keep things of that nature from her. As she lay on the sofa that night watching the floppy haired detective pace in front of her, she began to think.
"Why me" Scarlett asked herself not really expecting an answer from the man pacing in front of her.
"Because you are something special to him, I don't yet know why but it is probably because you are highly attractive" then there was a pause in his sentence and he stopped in his tracks "Beautiful really" he then turned and looked at her the mask was down and his eyes seemed to glisten with an unknown emotion.
"Thank you" Scarlett breathed sitting up fully. "It's true you know" he said kneeling in front of her, she almost didn't recognise him when he was this open.
"You are a highly curious person" said Sherlock crouching in front of her so his eye line met her own perfectly.
"I've never met anyone who left me wondering, you are hiding something and I don't know what it is, no one has ever been able to hide anything from me" Scarlett blinked at him a little confused as to what to say.
"You know it's ok to be scared it is very logical, you are far more intelligent than I first thought. You're are a real living puzzle and I'm rather enjoying it." He said and a strange grin spread across his face. His hands now rested on Scarlett's upper thighs. The animal had returned in his eyes and she felt a yearning for him.
His smile spread as he saw her squirm slightly under his gaze. This was defiantly a different side of Sherlock Scarlett had not seen before. His face edged closer to hers till his lips were mere inches from Scarlett's own and his eyes had become a blur in her vision.
"Do you hate the men who lust for you, just for your looks and your body" he asked as his own eyes flicked down to Scarlett's chest.
"Not always" Scarlett said simply trying to hide the excitement that was building inside of her at the closeness of him. "I don't" he said shaking his head slightly.
"You don't what" she enquired "I don't like you for your body" he said, and she felt her heart drop in a huge anti-climax. "I like you for your mind, you've got something in there hiding from me" he said tapping her forehead, and she smiled. "Not that I don't appreciate" his eyes flicked over Scarlett's body again but this time his eyes lingered a little longer this time.
Scarlett felt the tension between their two quivering bodies grow to an agonising point till she could take it no longer and lent forward to kiss him. He lent back away from her grinning he was toying with her and Scarlett scowled at him, he pulled a fake sad face and lent forward to kiss her, grinning like he did when he just solved a case.
At first his lips grazed hers as though a new nervousness had come over him. She leaned forward placing her own hands over his that still sat on her thighs. Suddenly he was kissing Scarlett back hungrily. His hand reached up and pushed at her chest before his hands began to massage her breast through her shirts. Slowly he crawled on top of her, so she was laying down on her back staring up at him. Both of their breathing was staggered and fast, one hand rubbed her breast while the other ran up and down her inner thigh, his hand collided with her through her jeans and she involuntary bucked underneath him causing him to smile into the kiss which was getting more heated by the second.
Scarlett could feel him pushing against her through his trousers. Scarlett reached a hand down and ran a hand over him through his trousers causing him to growl deep in his throat. He began to lift her top up rubbing the hand that was on her breast on her bare stomach and up towards her bra. Which he unclipped quickly and then rubbed his cold fingers along her erected nipples. She moaned into the kiss before he pulled away and began kissing down her neck and along her collar bone.
The sound of the front door down stairs slamming shut awoke her from her lusty haze and she heard John's voice murmur something, but Sherlock's kissing did not stop he was now nipping lightly along Scarlett's collarbone.
"Sherlock" she breathed.
"Yes beautiful" he murmured.
"Stop" She said through every part of her body was telling him to continue. He stopped kissing her and looked down at her puzzled.
"John" Scarlett whispered and he leaped up. He strode a few steps away from her before his mask returned and the look in his eyes slammed shut. He returned his gaze to the photo's on the wall as Scarlett slowly sat up ,pulled on her top and straightened her hair.
John entered the room looking around "Date go well then" Scarlett asked "Yeah, really well actually" He said throwing his coat over the back of the sofa and making his way into the kitchen.
He got himself a glass of water before heading back out and upstairs to bed with a simply call of "Night"
"If John hadn't come home then, what would have happened between us" Scarlett asked she was sure of the answer but wanted to hear Sherlock say it, the consulting detective stopped in his tracks.
"I ... I probably would of had sex with you. It was a moment of weakness on my part, it seems to come out when we are alone, I'm sorry" he said simply Scarlett could see the cogs behind his eyes whirling.
Deciding she had got the answer she had expected, she bypassed the conversation.
"Want tea" She asked standing up. Sherlock seemed to relax at the change in conversation.
"Coffee" he said quietly looking back up to the photo's once more.
As Scarlett waited for the kettle to boil Scarlett starred at Sherlock and wondered how long she would play hide and seek with this mask of his and if she would ever see the so called "Weaker" part of him again.
