Warning: There is a sex scene in this chapter. You have been warn.
TPSH
221B Eiric pov
We were sitting at the table in the living room. John and Teddy were eating breakfast while I pick and poke at mine, Sherlock was reading the newspaper. Mycroft was standing nearby which was part of the reason I lost my appetite, the other part was the nightmares I've been getting since Richard kidnapped me or would it be adultnapped?
"The photographs are perfectly safe." Sherlock said to Mycroft. I rolled my eyes at my plate as I violently spear a piece of sausage, 'Yeah, in the hands of a slut.'
"In the hands of a fugitive sex worker." Mycroft retorted thinking on the same wave link as me.
"She's not interested in blackmail. She wants . . . protection for some reason. I take it you've stood down the police investigation into the shooting at her house?" I furrowed my brow, 'It almost sounds like he cares for her. Why?'
"How can we do anything while she has the photographs? Our hands are tied." I smirked lightly at my plate at his wording.
"She'd applaud your choice of words. You see how this works: that camera phone is her "Get out of jail free" card. You have to leave her alone. Treat her like royalty, Mycroft." Sherlock said.
"Though not the way she treats royalty." John smiles round at Mycroft sarcastically, who returns the smile humourlessly. Just then an orgasmic female sigh fills the room. John and Mycroft frown, I glower at the table. "What was that?" John asked.
"Text." Sherlock said trying to look nonchalant.
"But what was that noise?" John asked again. Sherlock gets up and goes over to pick up his phone from nearby. He looks at the message.
"Did you know there were other people after her too, Mycroft, before you sent us in there? CIA-trained killers, at an excellent guess." He comes back to the table and sits down again as John looks round at Mycroft.
"Yeah, thanks for that, Mycroft." Mrs. H brings in a plate of breakfast from the kitchen and puts it down in front of Sherlock.
"It's a disgrace, sending your little brother into danger like that. Family if all we have in the end, Mycroft Holmes." I sent a smile to her and received one back.
"Oh, shut up, Mrs. Hudson."
"MYCROFT!" the three of us yelled furiously at the same time. Mycroft looks at our angry faces glaring at him, then cringes and looks contritely at Mrs. H.
"Apologies." Mycroft bowed a bit as he said it.
"Thank you." Mrs. H accepted as she went back to the kitchen.
"Though do, in fact, shut up." I swat at Sherlock's shoulder playfully. His phone sighs orgasmically again. Mrs. H turned back.
"Ooh. It's a bit rude, that noise, isn't it?" Sherlock looks at the latest message.
"There's nothing you can do and nothing she will do as far as I can see." Sherlock looks back to Mycroft.
"I can put maximum surveillance on her." Mycroft said.
"Why bother?" I asked turning to look at him, "You can follow her on Twitter. I believe her user name is "TheWhipHand"."
"Yes. Most amusing." He sneered at me, I sneered right back as his phone rings and he takes it from his pocket. "'Scuse me." As he walks out into the hall, I take a spoon and scoop up some jam then lob it at the back of his head; hitting it. He turns his head over his shoulder and glares at me, I smirk triumphantly at him. [Hello.] He said into the phone. Sherlock watched him leave, frowning suspiciously. John looks at me fighting back a smile.
"Eiric that was childish." Sherlock turn back to us. I shrugged my shoulders.
"That's what he gets for holding back information. He should be happy I didn't set his umbrella on fire again." I went back to picking at my plate. They both let out a few chuckles. John turns his attention to Sherlock.
"Why does your phone make that noise?" he asked.
"What noise?" Sherlock asked.
"That noise – the one it just made."
"It's a text alert. It means I've got a text."
"Hmm. Your texts don't usually make that noise." John pointed out. I helped Teddy down when he was done with his food. He went over to the coffee table and began colouring with the crayons and paper I left on it for him.
"Well, somebody got hold of the phone and apparently, as a joke, personalized their text alert noise." Sherlock said.
"Hmm. So every time they text you . . ." Right on cue, the phone sighs orgasmically again.
"It would seem so." He picks up his phone.
"Could you turn that phone down a bit? At my time of life." Mrs. H began. Sherlock puts the phone down again and goes back to reading the paper which is showing the headline "Refit for Historical Hospital".
"I'm wondering who could have got hold of your phone, because it would have been in your coat, wouldn't it?" Sherlock raises his newspaper so that it's obscuring his face.
"I'll leave you to your deductions." John smiles.
"I'm not stupid, you know." I smiled at that.
"Where do you get that idea?" Mycroft comes back into the room, still talking on his phone.
[Bond Air is go, that's decided. Check with the Coventry lot. Talk later.] He hangs up. Sherlock and I look at him.
"What else does she have?" Mycroft looks at him enquiringly. "Irene Adler. The Americans wouldn't be interested in her for a couple of compromising photographs. There's more." Sherlock stands up and faces his brother. 'Sherlock most defiantly got the good looks of the family.' "Much more." Mycroft looks at him stony-faced. Sherlock walks closer to him. "Something big's coming, isn't it?"
"Irene Adler is no longer any concern of yours. From now on you will stay out of this." They locked eyes.
"Oh, will I?" he asked.
"Yes, Sherlock, you will." Sherlock shrugs and turns away.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a long and arduous apology to make to a very old friend." Sherlock picked up his violin. Teddy looks up and then runs over to Mycroft, hugging his leg.
"Bye, uncle Croftie!" he smiles up at Mycroft. Mycroft chuckles and pats Teddy's head.
"Goodbye, Theodore." Teddy wrinkles up his nose at his full name.
"Do give her my love." Sherlock begins to play "God Save The Queen". Mycroft rolls his eyes, turns and leaves the room, Sherlock following along behind him as John and I grin. Teddy starts twirling around and laughing. As Mycroft hurries down the stairs, Sherlock turns back and walks over to the window, still playing.
TPSH
221B Sherlock pov
Time passes and it's now Christmas. Fairy lights were strung up around the window frame of the flat and it's snowing outside. Inside, the living room is festooned with Christmas decorations and cards, I was walking around playing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" on my violin. Mrs. Hudson was sitting in my chair with a glass in her hand, watching me happily. Lestrade was standing at the entrance to the kitchen holding a wine glass talking to Eiric and Teddy, and John walks across the room with a cup and saucer in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. As I finish the tune with a fancy flourish, Lestrade whistles in appreciation. Eiric sends me a loving smile.
"Lovely! Sherlock, that was lovely!" Mrs. Hudson cheered.
"Marvelous!" Mrs. Hudson, apparently a little bit squiffy, giggles up at me.
"I wish you could have worn the antlers!" Eiric let out a giggle of her own.
"Some things are best left to the imagination, Mrs. Hudson." I said and sent a smile over to Eiric.
"Oh, don't worry Mrs. H, I'll make sure to get a picture with him wearing them." She started laughing as I glowered at her. John hands Mrs. Hudson a cup of tea, perhaps an attempt to sober her up.
"Mrs. H." a woman brings over a tray containing mince pies and slices of cake and offers it to me.
"No thank you, Sarah." I said politely. Her face falls. John hurries over to her and puts his arm around her as she turns away.
"Uh, no, no, no, no, no. He's not good with names." John told her quickly.
"No-no-no, I can get this." The woman puts the tray down and straightens up, folding her arms and looking at me as I start. "No, Sarah was the doctor; and then there was the one with the spots; and then the one with the nose; and then . . . who was after the boring teacher?"
"Nobody."
"Jeanette!" I grin falsely at her. "Ah, process of elimination." John awkwardly shepherds Jeanette away. I looked down as I felt a tugging at my leg. Teddy raised his arms up to me, I sighed and picked him up. "You're getting way too old to be held, Teddy." Eiric walked over and placed a light kiss on my lips.
"Then you shouldn't give in to him, Sherlock." She whispered, I smirked to her. We both look across to the door as a new arrival comes in.
"Oh, dear Lord." Eiric swats me on the side. Molly Hooper walks in, smiling shyly and carrying two bags which appear to be full of presents.
"Hello, everyone. Sorry, hello." John walks over to greet her, smiling. "Er, it said on the door just to come up." Everyone greeted her cheerfully, even Eiric. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, everybody's saying hullo to each other. How wonderful!" Eiric sent me a look which I ignored. Smiling at me nervously, Molly starts to take her coat and scarf off. John was standing ready to take her coat.
"Let me, er . . . holy Mary!" Lestrade gawps in similar appreciation as Molly reveals that she's wearing a very attractive black dress.
"Wow!"
"Having a Christmas drinkies, then?" She asked. I sat down at the table, placing Teddy in my lap.
"No stopping them, apparently." I looked up at Eiric as she placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Sherlock, please." I slightly nodded at her silent request.
"It's the one day of the year where the boys have to be nice to me, so it's almost worth it!" Mrs. Hudson said to Molly, I frown and looked to Eiric.
"Why is it just me and John who has to be nice to her?" I asked her.
"Because I'm nice to her everyday whenever I can, love." She leans down and kisses me on the cheek, then takes Teddy off my lap. She places him on the floor. "Go and colour something for Mrs. H, Teddy." He nods and wanders over to the coffee table. "I'm never going to break him of his habit of wanting to be held all the time if you and everyone else keeps doing it, Sherlock." I smirked at her in triumph, she sighs and shakes her head, smiling. I start to type on John's laptop. John brings a chair over for Molly.
"Have a seat." John patted it.
"John?" I called to him.
"Mmm?" as John comes over to see what I'm looking at, Lestrade touches Molly's arm to get her attention.
"Molly?" she turns to him. "Want a drink?" as she accepts his offer, John leans over my shoulder to look at the screen.
"The counter on your blog: still says one thousand eight hundred and ninety-five." I pointed out. John pulls a mock-angry face.
"Ooh, no! Christmas is cancelled!" I point to the side bar which has one of the press pictures of me in the hat.
"And you've got a photograph of me wearing that hat!" I exclaimed. Eiric leans over my other shoulder to look at it.
"People like the hat." John said.
"No they don't. What people?" I asked.
"I love the hat, Sherlock." I looked over to Eiric. Her face was inches away from mine.
"Why?" I whispered to her feeling her breath on my cheek showing how close she is to me.
"It makes you look very handsome." She whispered back and straighten up but still stood behind me. I smiled lightly.
"How's the hip?" Molly asked Mrs. Hudson.
"Ooh, it's atrocious, but thanks for asking." She replied.
"I've seen much worse, but then I do post-mortems." An awkward silence falls. Molly looks embarrassed. "Oh, God. Sorry."
"Don't make jokes, Molly." I snide.
"No. Sorry." Lestrade hands her a glass of red wine. "Thank you. I wasn't expecting to see you. I thought you were gonna be in Dorest for Christmas."
"That's first thing in the morning. Me and the wife – we're back together. It's all sorted." He grins at her.
"No, she's sleeping with a P.E. teacher." I said without looking up from the computer. I heard Eiric groan. Lestrade's smile becomes rather fixed. Molly turns to John who was sitting on the arm of his armchair. Jeanette was sitting in the chair itself.
"And John. I hear you're off to your sister's is that right?" Molly asked.
"Yeah."
"Sherlock was complaining" I raise my eyebrows indignantly. Molly corrects herself. ". . . Saying."
"First time ever, she's cleaned up her act. She's off the booze." John said.
"Nope." I muttered.
"Shut up, Sherlock."
"I see you've got a new boyfriend, Molly, and you're serious about him." I said suddenly, I felt Eiric tense up behind me.
"Sorry, what?" she asked.
"In fact, you're seeing him this very night and giving him a gift." I spoke again.
"Take a day off." John said quietly, exasperated.
"Sherlock, please." Eiric said just as exasperated, I turned to look at her but I notice her gaze was on Molly looking concern and worried. I look back to the others.
"Shut up and have a drink." Lestrade said taking a glass across to the table and putting it down near me.
"Oh, come on. Surely you've all seen the present at the top of the bag – perfectly wrapped with a bow. All the others are slapdash at best." I stand up and walk towards Molly, looking at the other presents which aren't as carefully wrapped. "It's for someone special, then." I pick up the well-wrapped present. "The shade of red echoes her lipstick – either an unconscious association or one that she's deliberately trying to encourage. Either way, Miss. Hooper has lurrrve on her mind. The fact that she's serious about him is clear from the fact she's giving him a gift at all." John and Eiric look at Molly anxiously as she squirms in front of me. "That would suggest long-term hopes, however forlorn; and that she's seeing him tonight is evident from her make-up and what she's wearing." Smiling smugly across to Eiric and John, I start to turn over the gift tag attached to the present. "Obviously trying to compensate for the size of her mouth and breasts . . ." I trail off as I look down at the writing on the tag. Written in red ink, "Dearest Sherlock, Love Molly xxx" I gaze at the words in shock as I realize the terrible thing that I had just done. Molly gasps quietly. I turned back to Eiric a little to see her disappointed look.
"You always say such horrible things. Every time. Always. Always." As she fights back tears, I turn to walk away . . . but stop when Eiric sends me a look. I sighed and turn back to Molly.
"I am sorry. Forgive me." I step closer to Molly. "Merry Christmas, Molly Hopper." I said softly. I lean forward and gently kiss her on the check. My phone sounded an orgasmic sigh. Molly gasps in shock.
"No! That wasn't . . . I – I didn't . . ." she stuttered.
"No, it was me." I said.
"My God, really?!"
"My phone." I glared at Lestrade. I reached onto my jacket pocket to get the phone. John narrows his eyes.
"Fifty-seven?"
"Sorry, what?" I question.
"Fifty-seven of those texts – the ones I've heard." John said. I look at the message.
[Mantelpiece.] I walked over to the mantelpiece.
"Thrilling that you've been counting." I said sarcastically. I pick up a small box wrapped in blood-red paper and tied with black rope-like string. Instantly I flash back to the colour of Adler's lipstick, which was identical to this paper. "'Scuse me." I walk towards the kitchen.
"What – what's up, Sherlock?" John asked.
"I said excuse me." I continue walking.
"D'you ever reply?" John called after me. Ignoring him, I walk into my bedroom, sit on the bed and open the box. Inside is Adler's camera phone. I take it out of the box and look at it closely, then gaze off into the distance thoughtfully. I called Mycroft.
[Oh dear Lord. We're not going to have Christmas phone calls now, are we? Have they passed a new law?]
[I think you're going to fine Irene Adler tonight.] John and Eiric came to the door of the bedroom and stand there listening to the conversation.
[We already know where she is. As you were kind enough to point out, it hardly matters.]
[No, I mean you're going to find her dead.] Hanging up the phone, I stand up and walk towards the bedroom door.
"You okay?" John asked. Eiric looked at me with blank, dull eyes. She closed them and turned, walking away. It almost felt like she was walking away from me, forever.
"Yes." I pushed the door closed, shutting John and the image of Eiric leaving out.
TPSH
St. Barts Mycroft pov
Sherlock and I walk to the morgue and go inside. Molly was waiting inside wearing her lab coat, and a body was lying on the table covered with a sheet.
"The only one that fitted the description. Had her brought here – your home from home." I said to Sherlock.
"You didn't need to come in, Molly." Sherlock said.
"That's okay. Everyone else was busy with . . . Christmas." Looking awkward, she gestured to the body. "The face is a bit, sort of, bashed up, so it might be a bit difficult." She pulls the sheet down to reveal the body.
"That's her, isn't it?" I asked.
"Show me the rest of her." Sherlock said to Molly. Grimacing, Molly walks along the side of the table, pulling the sheet back as she goes. Sherlock looks along the length of the body once, then turns and starts to walk away. "That's her."
"Thank you, Miss. Hooper." I said.
"Who is she? How did Sherlock recognize her from . . . not her face?" I smile at her politely, then turn and follow my brother. I find him standing in the corridor outside, looking out of window. Walking up behind him, I hold a cigarette over his shoulder.
"Just the one." I told him, remembering a time I did this for Tristyn and that it was the beginning of her downfall into a life of drugs and alcohol.
"Why?" Sherlock asked me.
"Merry Christmas." Sherlock takes the cigarette and I dig into my coat pocket to find a lighter.
"Smoking indoors – isn't there one of those . . . one of those law things?" I light the cigarette for him.
"We're in a morgue. There's only so much damage you can do." I looked out the window, Tristyn had told me that when she would smoke in the morgue during her job before she moved to Baker Street. Sherlock inhales deeply and then blows the smoke out again. "How did you know she was dead?"
"She had an item in her possession, one she said her life depended on. She chose to give it up." He takes another inhale on his cigarette.
"Where is this item now?" Sherlock looks round at the sound of sobbing. A family of three people were standing on the other side of the doors at the end of the corridor, cuddled together and clearly grieving the death of someone close to them. "Look at them. They all care so much. Do you ever wonder if there's something wrong with us?"
"All lives end. All hearts are broken." Another line from Tristyn. I look to my brother. "Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock." 'But, maybe it is.' Sherlock blows out another lungful of smoke, then looks down at the cigarette in disgust.
"This is low tar."
"Well, you barely knew her." I said.
"Huh!" he walks away down the corridor. "Merry Christmas, Mycroft."
"And a happy New Year." as my brother walked through the door at the end of the corridor, I get out my phone and hit the speed dial for John's number.
TPSH
221B Eiric pov
[Mycroft. M . . .] I looked at John as he chewed on the inside of his mouth, he walks across to where Jeanette was sitting on the sofa and sits down beside her.
"John, I'll stay. You go out and have fun, we'll be fine." I told him, he looks up at me in concern.
"Are you sure, Eiric? Cause I can stay . . ." I shook my head.
"No, go. I'm fine with watching him." His concern look became angry.
"How can you be fine with him mourning or whatever about another woman?" he demanded. I smiled at him contently.
"Because I know that I'm The Woman for him, like he knows he's The Man for me." I walked over to him and placed a calming hand on his shoulder. "We both had feelings for another before we got together, John but our feelings for each other are much stronger than for them." John nodded his head in acceptance and left with Jeanette. I went to the couch and picked up a random book, flipping through the pages not really reading them till Sherlock came back home. Ten minutes later Sherlock came up the stairs and stops in the doorway of the living room. I look up to him and got up from the couch.
"Hey, welcome back. John's out and Mrs. H and Teddy went to bed. I'll leave you alone to yourself but if you need me, I'll be in my flat. Night, Sherlock." I made to move out of the flat but Sherlock caught my arm.
"I want to give you your Christmas gifts." I looked up to him in shock.
"Sherlock, you didn't have to buy me . . ." he silenced me with a gentle kiss.
"I know." He whispered on my lips. Our eyes still close, foreheads against the other. After a few moments Sherlock moves away and takes off his coat and scarf, throwing them on the couch. He turns to the CD player that I brought up to the flat so I could listen to music as I cleaned. Soon Claire–De–la–Lune sounded through the flat. I looked at Sherlock questioningly as he walks back to me. He bows slightly and holds out a hand. "May I have this dance, Eiric?" His face was soft and relax, everything about him was relaxed.
"You may, Sherlock." I smiled at him brightly and lovingly, earing one back from him. I took his hand with one hand and place the other on his shoulder. He brought me closer to him with the hand on my lower back. We stared into each other eyes as we waltz around the room, both of us with silly, happy smiles on our lips. I hadn't even notice that the song had ended and changed to a new one. One that sounded like the one I recorded and placed as my ringtone on Sherlock phone. "Sherlock, this song?" I asked him.
"It's your song, Eiric. It's not bought, I created it for you. I . . . it's just like you . . . or rather how I think of you . . ." I giggled softly and kissed him slowly. He return in kind. I moved my hands from his and up into his hair, bringing him down just a bit. One of his hands wrapped around my waist as the other one moved to hold the back of my head. He tilted my head back making the kiss deeper. I felt him swipe his tongue on my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I granted. Our tongues dance as the kiss became heated, hungry, and lustful. I gasped in surprise as I felt the hand that was on my lower back slipped under my shirt. Sherlock took advantage of my gasp to deepen the kiss further. I let out a soft moan as Sherlock's hand glides over my skin. I was the one to break the kiss, panting slightly. I open my eyes and looked at Sherlock. His eyes had darken to a deep blue and his pupil had dilated. We stared at the other for a moment before smashing our mouths together again. Our lips moved in sync hastily as we moved against each other, feeling the other's excitement and desire. I began to unbutton Sherlock's jacket as he took my hair out of its pony tail. We dropped the objects on the floor and started moving to Sherlock's bedroom.
We broke away from the other for Sherlock to take my sweater and undershirt off, leaving me in my bra and jeans. We came back together as he toed off his shoes and socks in the kitchen. He opened the door to his room and dragged me in, closing the door behind himself with his foot. He picked me up and dropped me on his bed, before crawling over me. We were now both panting harshly than earlier. He moved a hand and caressed my face, his fingertips running over my swollen kissed lips. I started to unbutton his shirt with steady hands. I felt him brush my hair away from my neck, before he began to press light kisses on my neck until he reached were neck met shoulder. He began to suck and kiss that area where I knew I'd have a mark in the morning there, I was fine until he bit the connecting area making me moan sharply and a bit louder than before.
"Sherlock." I gasped, my hands shaking slightly. I felt him smirk against my neck. I finished with his shirt, Sherlock sat up and began to shrug it off, his stare filled with lust, pleasure, want, and happiness. I sat up and unbuckled his belt, then unbutton his trousers. Sherlock stood up and took off his trousers and pants in one swoop. I drank in the sight of him standing there, I felt my glamour flicker from the over amount of pleasurable sensation I was feeling at the moment. I looked up to Sherlock. He walked over and kneeled down in front of me, he unbutton my jeans and slid them down my legs. Once they were off the tossed them away, he began to place kisses up my legs and into my inner thighs. I purred when he kissed my womanhood as it appeared as he took my underwear off. I unclasped my bra and flung it across the room. I started to gasp for breath as he continues to kiss and lick at my inner folds. 'Virgin my arse!' I gasped sharply as he began to thrust his tongue in and out of my folds. "Sherlock!" I moan loudly, I moved my hands into his hair as I felt the pressure build in my lower stomach. I began to squirm and twitch.
"Sherlock, please!" I begged when he stopped. He chuckled at me as he moved over me again. Sherlock took one of my nipples into his mouth and began to suck, lick, and lightly bite. His hand went to the other and rolled it between his fingers. I was now a moaning, gasping mess until he stopped. I stare up at him confused, eyes glazed over with pleasure and lust. "Sherlock? Why'd you stop?" I asked, my voice husky with arousal. His eyes dilate further till they were black with a slim rim of colour.
"Drop the glamour." I froze for a moment before nodding slowly. As I drop the glamour, Sherlock swooped down and began to kiss every scar or flaw on me. I felt a few tears slide down my face as he lavished them with care and love. "This is the you I want Eiric. You're beautiful." He whispered into my ear. I flipped us over so he was under me this time. I gave him a cheshire grin as I lean in to his ear.
"Your turn." I whispered huskily. He moan with pleasure as I took his ear lobe between my teeth and worried it. I moved down placing kisses on his neck as my hands found his nipples and played with them. Soon, I moved my lips down to his chest and moved my hands to run up and down his abs. I smirked at his moans and gasps as my hands came close to his manhood. I moved down until I my lips were in line with the head of his hard on. I looked up to him and locked gazes with him as I wrapped my lips around the tip, giving a flick of my tongue. I then began to bob my head up and down, sucking at the right moments. My hands pushed down on his hips so he wouldn't buck. I smirked around his prick at the sounds leaving his lips as I gave him his first blow job, probably. I soon felt myself be ripped off him and back on my back with Sherlock shuddering and breathing hard. He moved one of his hands back to my folds and slipped in two fingers, starting to stretch me. After a few moments of this, I was a withering mess begging him to take me. He place my legs around his waist and lined up to my entrance. He place his hands beside my head.
"Ha . . . ready?" he stared at me, giving me a chance to change my mind.
"Ready." I said strongly. He nodded and began to slowly push in. I tensed a bit but slowly began to relax as he pushed all the way till the hilt. He paused until I gave him the okay to move. He started to thrust slowly before picking up the pace a bit. I threw my head back with a moan. "Sher . . . ah! There!" he began to aim for that area.
"Eiric . . . God . . ." he moan into my ear.
"Sherlock, faster! Harder!" I begged and he delivered. I started to meet his thrust with my own. Soon the bed was moving and creaking from our fast, hurried pace. I felt the pressure in my lower stomach intensify, I was close to my release. "Ha . . . ah! Sher . . . so close, I'm so close!" I clutched to his shoulders.
"Me . . . too!" he grunts as he buries his head between my breast. I run my nails down his back, leaving marks. I thread my hands through his curly hair and give it a soft tug. He moans and with one more hard thrust we released together, shouting each other's names at the top of our lungs. Sherlock collapsed on top of me, leaving his face buried in my breast as we rode out release. I sucked in deep breathes of air as I calm down and settle with the after-glow. I smoothed a hand threw his hair.
"That was amazing, Sherlock." I whispered to him, looking up to the ceiling.
"I never knew what all the fuss was about but now I completely understand." He lift up his face and place his chin on my chest. I smiled at him softly, running a caring hand over his cheek.
"I'm glad I could be the one to show you, love." He sat up and moved to the side of the bed and laid on his back beside me. I turned on my side and snuggled into his side, placing my head on his chest. Sherlock wrapped an arm around my shoulder dragging me in closer. I giggled at him as he pressed his face into my hair. "You're a cuddler."
"Do you not like it?" he mummer.
"No, I love it and I love that only I get see this side of you." I place a hand on his chest over his heart. He placed his other hand over mine and held it. We laid in silence for a few minutes.
"Eiric?" Sherlock asked.
"Hmm?"
"Where do you see us going, our relationship?"
"I can see this as being a forever thing. I can see us getting married one day and maybe down the road kids." I said softly to him. "What about you?" I felt him move and reach for something out of his nightstand.
"I know this is a forever thing. And I know that we will get married, if that is you agree." I looked up to him as we sat up in bed.
"What do you mean?" I asked. Sherlock lifts a black box and opens it, I gasp in surprise at what I see. I cover my mouth with my hands.
"I know we've only been together for about a year but I like to think that we've been together for longer. I remember the first time we met at the zoo, watching that stupid gorilla and out of the blue you started to deduce me. I was shock that there was someone out there like my brother and I. I looked for you everywhere to find out who you were but there was no trace of you." I gave him a water smile. "I really hope those are happy tears." I laughed at that. "I think subconsciously I had fallen for you then but then you showed up out of the blue again, and you brought me life and love, you taught me that it's okay to be who I am but there was a time and a place for it. What I'm trying to say is . . . is . . . Eiric, will you do me the honour of becoming Mrs. Sherlock Holmes?" I simply launched myself into his arms.
"Yes! Merlin yes!" I kissed him lightly, he chuckled as we pulled away wiping my tears away. He took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto my ring finger. It was a simple gold band with a nice size emerald in the middle with two small sapphires on each side. "It's beautiful, Sherlock." I looked to him with love.
"Like its wearer." He kissed the tip of my nose.
"You are quite the romantic when we're alone." I told him, he simply gave me that crooked smile. We went back to laying down like before. "Sherlock, what are we going to do about Adler?" I asked.
"I was planning as if I was mourning for her and what not. You would act out in jealousy by staying at the office longer than normal. I need you to find any information on her, Eiric." He let out a yawn, making me yawn.
"I was going to do that anyway there's something not right about this at all." I snuggled into him deeper.
"I agree. Goodnight, Eiric." His arms curled around me tight as he fell asleep.
"Goodnight, Sherlock." I went to sleep as well and for once I didn't have a nightmare.
TPSH
Author Note: Eiric's song is basically the Harry Potter theme song cause I like how it sounds and it sounds magical and whatnot.