Chapter 4: Knock Knock
After your chat with Sherlock you feel proud of yourself to have technically outsmarted him with a simple flirt, so you decide it was time to go on your own. You leave the house and get in your car. Night had fallen and the vivid lights of the London streets shined your way. You get home exhausted from wearing heels all day. So you quickly take them off along with your clothes, and slip into your nightgown. As you're brushing your hair you hear a knock on the door.
You get frightened by this, who would knock at 11 at night? So you go to the kitchen and grab a knife, just in case, or to frighten them a bit if it came to it, you didn't know yourself if you could ever kill someone.
You cautiously go to the door and open it, only to find the Doctor Watson at your doorstep.
You sigh, "John you scared the loving hell out of me!"
"I'm sorry dear. Would you mind if I stay here? Sherlock is not feeling like himself tonight."
You blink a few times and invite him in, putting the knife away you ask him, "What do you mean Sherlock doesn't feel like himself? What's he doing differently?"
"He keeps whispering to himself and wouldn't tell me what it is about. And seeing as we don't have any cases on the run I doubt he is speaking of a murder... I fear he has found the Internet and all those teenagers who have terrible writing skills."
You chuckle lightly at that last comment,
"Did you and him speak of anything odd?" John asks you,
"No not really. We spoke about me and then about us and then about him."
"Us?"
"Well... Yeah. About you and me John... We spoke about the pros about our relationship "
"Why would he be interested in that? He has never done that before with any of my ex's"
"I'm not your typical girl John."
John then steps closer to you and rests his hands on your hips. This takes you by surprise and it makes your face turn into bright pink.
"No you're not my typical girl..."
John leans in and kisses your neck softly, you tense your shoulders and neck while thinking to yourself;
H-human contact. Sexual Human contact. I'm not ready for this, oh my god.
He then shuts your thoughts once he leans in for the kiss.
He leans in closer and closer, you're left there standing unsure of what to do, and as soon as your noses touched...
You place your hands on his shoulders; stopping him before he can kiss you,
"I'll prepare the couch for you."
You say as you step away, preventing him from protesting.
Gladly the couch/bed wasn't hard to get ready, you just spread a blanket and plug in a couple of pillows for Watson. Once the bed is down he sits down on it and invites you next to him, you go and sit down.
He sighs before saying,
"Are you sure you don't want us to sleep in the same bed?"
You look down and begin playing with your fingers,
"I don't think it would be wise... Not yet at least... I mean.. I'm just..."
"Not ready?"
"Unsure."
Watson seems hurt by your last word. You stand up and lower your head,
"I'm... I'm sorry..." you say before walking over to the doorframe, before Watson says,
"You know... I'm doubting Sherlock and you only spoke about the goods of our relationship... It would of been a five minute talk if you did."
You then turn your head to him, drop your gaze and quickly leave the room.
You find yourself laying down on your bed, Watson's words spinning in your head giving you a massive migraine. You suddenly feel your eyes getting watery. You prevent tears from falling, why was Watson's words affecting you so much? You wonder this until you lose yourself in a ocean of questions, finally falling asleep with your heart in pieces and confused as in what way to go.