The Gift
You all are familiar with Sherlock's habit, or should I say, hobby of arranging a little drama to prove a simple point.
On thanksgiving, we had a big fight of sorts on his usual absence on Christmas Eve. I had firmly told him to be present at seven in the evening on Christmas.
The whole day, of 25th , he was absent from the house. The doorbell rang exactly at seven in the evening. I was very annoyed at him but when I saw him…..
His white shirt was completely red in the torso region, the bleeding had taken away all the color from his face and he was very weak in his legs.
"Sherlock!" shouted I and almost carried him and carefully seated him on the sofa. "What the fuck happened? Well, let me take your shirt off and bring the first-aid box."
I removed his shirt and saw that the blood wasn't his but it was being sprayed out from a bag. As soon as I saw it, I fell on the floor while that idiot kept smiling. I stood up and said, "You bastard! Do you even-" but I couldn't go any further for the waterworks had begun and I went into my room and locked the door.
After about two hours, I had calmed myself down and was ready to confront him.
"Sherlock." I shouted from my room.
"In here," came his voice from the kitchen. I quickly went to see what he was doing now.
He was making lemon water. On asking why, he said that he couldn't think of any other way to apologize. We drank the lemon juice in the kitchen and then he took my hand in his and walked me to the sofa. He made me sit down and sat down beside me, still shirtless and with that bag of fake blood. He removed the bag and handed it to me and motioned me to look inside. There was a slip of paper which I opened. On it was written:
I like you too.
Can I kiss you now?
Also, I apologize for the blood and for scaring you.
The apology part was scribbled with a pencil. I looked up to him and he smiled. He bent towards me and put his right hand on my left cheek. I slapped it away. Surprised by this he sat there like a child who was denied of his chocolate bar. Taking pity on him I said, "Try again." with a smile on my face.
His features quickly changed and he again looked the confident and witty man I knew and liked. He came closer and put both his hands on my neck and kissed me.
His soft but robust lips caressed mine as if his life depended on them. His tongue slowly found it's way into my mouth. His fervor affecting me, I put my hands in his hair and gently pushed and pulled. I felt his smile. Suddenly, he pushed me down on the sofa and I was staring up at him. With one quick kiss, he stood up and held out his hand to me, "Care to finish this in the bedroom?"
I quickly got up and went with him.
The rest of the night was pretty fun.
Sherlock was sleeping peacefully when I got up. It was always a delight to watch him sleep. With a quick kiss on his forehead, I got up and went to the toilet, got dressed and then made tea for the both of us.
I kept the tray on the side-table and sat on the corner of the bed. I slid my fingers on his bare chest to which his eyes flew open and in a fraction of a second he had hands on my waist and had brought me to the other side of the bed, next to him. The next few minutes I was flooded with kisses which made me forget the intention of causing disturbance in his sleep.
Finally, I put my hand on his lips and said, "You are such a romantic," with a sarcastic smile to which he said nothing but tried to remove my hand.
"Listen to me, Sherlock." Now I had got all his attention just because I had made my voice seem a bit serious.
"What is it?" asked he with his usual grave expression.
"Oh, nothing so serious. I thought of having breakfast with Mycroft, Lestrade and Stanley. Could you please stay home for that?"
"Why so suddenly?"
"Well, one, to tell everyone about us and, two, to shout 'In your face' at Stanley."
He laughed and was about to get up when I pushed him back.
"It's just eight in the morning and I've called them at ten.
We've more than an hour to ourselves," He smiled his mischievous smile.
"Now, time to return all the kisses I got for no apparent reason."
We had breakfast as planned with our three friends but Stanley was surprisingly well-behaved and was even happy for us.