Beer and tea fanfic

by Raditzash

During a search for a case Sherlock finds himself in America where he runs into the Jeffersonian institution and Dr. Temperance Brennan, a forensic anthropologist that catches his eye, will he let her help him? Or will he push her away? Warning: angst, sexual intercourse later in the story, this is new so don't expect it to be good. (Wanna skip? Kiss on chapter 22-23)

37. Chapter 37

Sherlock's POV

A few weeks before I had had talked to John about doctor Brennan and he had understood perfectly as me and him cleaned our bloody noses. I had set the flowers on the counter and slowly hugged temperance back. " so you and John," she paused for a moment. I nodded and began to speak. " me and him talked about you, morals, mostly morals and he agreed to make that little thing before a one night stand. I understood my problem. I shouldn't have left you hanging, or anything like that. You deserved better, and John helped you with the feelings you felt. It's not your fault, mine, or john's. It just happened," I continued to talk and talk about how John will go back to his life, and he forgived her and me and yatta yatta. I was quickly interrupted with her pressing her lips against mine. I could feel her lips curve up into a smile when she did so. She pulled me into her house like a lioness dragging her prey into her cave. Not the best comparison. I began to slowly part away our lips away until she puts her hands on the back of my head and pressed me back into the kiss. My hand gripped the desk behind be and I quickly wrapped my arms around her to break the kiss. Trying my best to catch my breath, I laughed a little under my breath as did she. It was awkward but funny. I looked at the flowers. I could see her roll her eyes a little. " th-they're beautiful. Thank you sherlock." I smiled a little and felt the inside of my jacket pocket inconspicuously to make sure the square packet was still there.