Dessert

The old woman went away saying something about how love is so pure and rare but I was still hung up on his 'not yet'.

"Is this what it is? I mean you're going to propose here, aren't you?"

He smiled and kissed my forehead and said, "Not yet."

I kept questioning him but soon gave up and you all know why. After walking for about an hour, we went back to our room. It was getting dark outside and we had this spectacular view of the city from the window.

He sat on a chair and was removing his shoes while I was already on the bed, staring outside.

"What do you want for dinner?" said he looking at a small book which I presumed was the menu.

"You." Said I plainly and looked at him.

He slowly raised his eyes to meet mine and in a low voice said, "That's for dessert, sir. What do you want in the main course?"

I chuckled and got up to take a look at the menu and sat in his lap. He put his head on my chest and closed his eyes.

"I'll have some herring and a mint tea." Said I eagerly as I realized how hungry I was.

"What do you want, Sherlock?"

"I'll have what you're having." Said he in a desolate voice and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"What's wrong?"

He didn't say anything but let out a sigh. I thought he'd never reply, as usual, but unexpectedly he spoke, "I love to hear your heart beat. It might sound weird but I want to hear it when I'm sad or happy or angry or just every time."

He looked up and stared at me for an answer but when I didn't speak for quite a while, he frowned. I smiled and stood up. His face grew pale but when I held out my hand he grasped it in a fraction of a second. I beckoned him to stand up, which he did.

I lifted his right hand and placed it on my chest while put his left hand on his chest and stood there silently. He soon realized that the beats were synchronized and his eyes widened a bit.

"What the-"

"Don't tell me you didn't know this. The most cheesy action and the romantic doesn't know about it?" said I and chuckled though he still stood there with the same expression as before.

"If you ever want to hear mine just put your hand on your chest." Said I and with that he removed his hands and pulled me into his arms and started…crying? I pulled back instantly and saw a teary-eyed and red Sherlock. A tear fell on my hand, I wanted to say something to comfort him but I just froze there.

"Doc, I guess then I'll have to shoot the both of us sometime," said he, his expressions changing back to his cold self.

"What?! Why?"

"You know since our hearts are in sync and I don't want to break-"

I didn't let him finish that wretched sentence as I put my lips to his and after breaking apart said, "Sometimes you are just the romantic but then again you also fuck everything up with your stupid cold-heartedness."

I was trying hard to maintain a straight face but when he burst out laughing I couldn't control myself.

When I moved closer again he kissed my forehead and walked away to the phone and said, "Now let's order the main course. The dessert is almost ready."

I smirked and sat on the bed staring out the window while he placed the order. After hanging up, he sat on the chair and took up the newspaper to read. Only in a few minutes he set it aside and looked at me.

"Do you have any knowledge in the field of psychology?" asked he, crossing his legs and leaning back.

Hearing those words made my eyes lit up and I replied enthusiastically, "Yes! Sciences of human brain and it's functions, especially those affecting behaviour in a given context. I loved it and wanted to become a psychiatrist but couldn't dedicate myself to7-8 years of studying and decided on settling for a general physician. I don't really regret it but you know how it is when something you really wanted isn't with you. I do read a lot about it and still can brainstorm with any psychologist/psychiatrist. Do you have any knowledge regarding the same?"

"Yes."

"Well, then try me."

His demeanour suddenly changed. He put his hands on his knees and leaned in my direction. His eyes had a certain gleam in them which I had never seen before.

"Let's start simple- whatever that we're able to see, is it the exact moment in real time or has it already passed?"

"Has already passed."

"Know anything about the invisible gorilla experiment?"

"Conducted by Christopher Chabris and Daniel Simons when studying inattentional blindness. Want me to explain it?"

"No, that'd suffice." He talked to me in his incisive and cold voice which he usually used around everyone but me. But I didn't really mind it as I was too absorbed in the conversation.

"Elaborate on any mental disorder of your choice."

"MPD?"

He shrugged.

"MPD or Multiple Personality Disorder. Usually caused after the person has endured a lot of emotional or physical abuse, or simply put- result of a traumatic event or accumulation of many. The brain forms one/many identities, mostly to protect itself. When the formed persona takes over, the real being doesn't remember a thing about it and thinks it was sleeping. Unaware of some other person residing in them, the patients find themselves in weird scenarios and the body may experience fatigue. As far as-"

But I couldn't go any further as Sherlock was on me, his hands pinning mine above my head and kissing me with absolute urgency. I was taken aback but soon joined in.

He let go, so that he could breathe while I put my hand in between our faces and said, "Have I turned you on by my knowledge, sir?"

"Yes. Now, shut up and let me give you that dessert before dinner arrives."

I smirked and well, he was doing other things with his mouth.

I woke up at seven, on a hard and warm chest. On looking up I saw him sleeping peacefully to which I smiled. Even when asleep his hand was tightly bound on my waist, prohibiting me from moving without waking him up.

I knew he'd wake up soon so I decided to think on why was he acting, well, the way he was- in the same position. I didn't really know much about the big case. Something must've happened there. Maybe he was acting and putting up a little show for the villain. Maybe the suspect was in this hotel. Maybe he was going to propose. Or maybe he really wanted to show how much he loved me.

It was nine now and he still hadn't even moved an inch.

"Sherlock?" I whispered. No answer.

"Sherlock." Said I slightly raising my voice. No answer.

I shouted, "Sherlock!"

He woke up with a start and I chuckled but his words shut me up, "What? Is he here?"

Something was definitely up now.

"What? Who's he? And no, nothing is wrong, I was just trying to wake you up."

He rubbed his eyes and said, "Whatever the fuck happened to waking me up with kisses."

I smiled and wiggled out of his grasp while he was staring at the ceiling.

I went away to enjoy a hot bath.