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Bonnie sniffed quietly to herself, the unladylike noise barely audible over the violent crackling of the fire, making Sherlock Holmes look up at the curled up ball of a girl on the mattress, all interest in his book gone as he watched her petite shoulders shake. A white hot lump became lodged in his throat, as he placed the book aside and slowly rose from his chair, moving to the small wooden table beside the fireplace, pouring two tumblers of whisky from a crystal decanter. He languidly raised one of the glasses to his lips, draining the strong amber liquid from its container, the liquor burning a trail down his throat, as his mind battled the strange concoction of emotions that had started to invade his brain after being alone in the little attic room with a very distraught Bonnie. His stomach churned and brain swirled with a mix of emotion and logic, as he placed his now empty glass down and made his way over to the bed, kneeling just in front of her, so that if she raised her head she would be on eye level with him. "Miss Bonnie, I brought you this." he offered holding out her glass, his velvety voice feigning his cumbersome thoughts. His heart clenched painfully as the brunette sat up in the bed, one small hand clasping the blanket to her chest and the other holding a soggy handkerchief, her big brown eyes were red lined and her normally pink cheeks were drained to a shade of porcelain white. She sniffed lightly, her tiny button nose scrunching up at the movement, "Thank you, Sherlock" she whispered her dainty hand dropping the cloth and accepting the glass from him, sipping the amber liquid and pulling a face as it burned her throat. "Are you quite alright my dear?" Holmes asked, trying his hardest to show her his sensitive side, his voice very hushed, "I'm bearing up, I'm going to miss her though, she was my best friend, she was with me through everything. She helped me choose dresses for balls when we were at school, she helped me plan everything for my wedding, and helped me though when Inigo died." her voice wavered and hot, salty tears started to pour down her cheeks. Sherlock felt his heart swell in his chest, and his body and mind ached as he watched the scene unfold before him, and he shifted uncomfortably, flexing his hands, unsure what to do in the face of her distraught nature. "Sherlock" she half sniffed, half whispered, her big dark eyes staring deep into his soul, "Please, … I mean, would you mind … holding me?" Holmes hesitated, looking at her tear worn face as her bottom lip started to shake with a fresh wave of tears, her pearly white teeth nipping at the flesh and turning it from rosebud pink to white, making Holmes unconsciously drag his tongue across his own lips and slowly hoisted himself onto the mattress, wrapping his strong arms uneasily around her shoulders, his grip on her fragile body remaining light and unsure as the young woman engulfed his torso in a tight embrace, her warm and wet face pressed into his neck.
Swallowing, he tightened his hold on her, even though he still maintained his wariness, her tears wetting his chest as she let them flow freely in his presence, until she pulled back from his body and looked into his eyes, sniffing and forcing a tiny smile. "Thank you Sherlock, I just needed someone." He nodded and got to his feet, aiming to go back to his chair by the fire but he was stopped by Bonnie daintily catching his shirt sleeve in her hand. Slowly he turned his head to look back at her, "Yes, Miss Watson? What is it?" He asked, his voice oddly thick. "Was I out of place to ask Mr Holmes?" Clenching his hands he returned to stand before her as she kneeled on the bed to look at him, "No" He whispered, so close to her face that his warm breath butterflied over her skin.
Bonnie inhaled sharply at the proximity between her and the great detective, so close she could make out the dark green flecks around the irises of his big brown eyes and a healing cut on his bottom lip. "No?" she asked breathlessly, her stomach filled with butterflies as she observed his eyes flicking between her own eyes and her lips in a quick and unsure manner. "No." he confirmed his voice still in the hushed tone he had used before "There is just something inside me that finds it hard to see you in this amount of pain." Bonnie fought back the burning sensation in her throat as hot tears started to once again line her eyes, threatening to spill over. "That was no excuse to get tearful again my dear, in fact I thought it'd ward you off of the action." He scolded her playfully, clasping her face in the palm of his hand, and using his thumb to brush away a few stay tears that had trickled their way down her now pink cheek. "It has done no such thing, it has merely warmed my heart that you care, they are happy tears I assure you."
Holmes inclined his head slightly, a small smile graced his lips, surprised at himself that he was tapping into his carefully bottled up emotions. His hand that was on her cheek moved to the back of her head, tangling his fingers into her loose dark curls, making an explosion of butterflies erupt into her tummy as his other hand gripped her hip, his strong fingers almost burning a hole in her flesh. Bonnie's heart started to beat at double time as he bent his head getting close enough to her face that their noses brushed, the stubble on his jaw tickling her skin. "Sherlock?" She whispered, her voice slightly hoarse, "Wha..." She started but was cut off by the detective's lips crashing onto hers.
It was a sweet, brief kiss that lasted mere seconds but to Bonnie felt like it lasted forever and she swallowed heavily as Sherlock pulled back, his normally pale skin tinted with blush slightly. "I, uh, do apologise Miss Watson, I don't know what came over me" he murmured his voice taking on a low gravelly tone, turning around and shuffling his way back to his chair, slumping down into the seat and running his large hands over his face and through his unruly dark hair, with his eyes closed. Bonnie furrowed her brow and daintily climbed down from the bed, her bare feet padding across the rough wooden floorboards, making her way to his resting place. Suppressing a small giggle she bent a little, so her face was level with his using her own small hands to pry his away from his tangled mess of dark hair. He opened his big dark eyes looking back at her, a shine of uncertainty in his chocolate irises. "Sherlock, You can't just kiss a lady like that and just walk away... its not polite." she smirked, making him reciprocate a small smile. "Well, that just won't do now, will it?" he drawled flirtily, pulling her onto his lap, earning a small squeak from Bonnie, as he cupped the back of her head in one gentle hand and kissed her once again, adding a degree of passion, making Bonnie's heart beat so fast it could break through her chest.
Bonnie finished clipping her last curl to the back of her head with a black and diamond slide, and smiled at herself in the long mirror. She was clothed in a simple black dress, with comfortable black boots and black gloves, an outfit she considered would be suitable for the strenuous activities of her day ahead and still maintained an element of mourning for his best friend. She sighed and nodded defiantly, her mind made up that she was no longer going to sit around and weep. Casting a glance over shoulder she watched Holmes sleeping in the chair he had been ensconced in throughout the night, his dark head tipped to the side, legs stretched out in front of him and a book open on his chest. She let a small chuckle escape her lips as she made her way over to the snoozing man, taking the book from him, closing it, and placing it on a small side table. The action caused the detective's eyes to fly open and his hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. "Calm down Sherlock, its only me." She cooed reassuringly, as he relaxed and slumped back into his chair.
A set of footsteps accompanied by the click of a cane on the stairs outside the room, announced the arrival of Watson. "Good morning Bonnie dear, I'm glad to see you're up." the doctor said, peeling off his over coat and hat, before enveloping his sister in a tight hug. "Holmes, the police think they may have a lead on this case. They're demanding we make an appearance at Scotland Yard right away." Holmes grunted, standing from his chair and disappearing out the door without a sound. "How are you feeling today my dear?" Watson asked his sister, pulling his coat back on, "I'm doing much better thank you John." She said with a smile at Holmes as he re entered the room, pulling on a worn bowler hat and a black corduroy coat. "Let us away then mother hen." he drawled. Watson nodded and made to leave, but stopped dead in his tracks, and turned around watching Bonnie pull on her cloak and black bonnet, "What are you doing Bonnie?" The pretty brunette smiled and hooked a lace umbrella over her elbow, "I'm coming with you John, I want to help solve the case."
I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I went on a film set tour of Sherlock Holmes in London this week and visited 221b Bakerstreet, so I really hope my visual aid has helped me put this chapter together well! as I say ... please feedback! and I hope you enjoyed it!