I'm a horrible writer. Too much stuff going on personally, and haven't had much inspiration. But, without further ado, chapter 13.
She felt as if she was swirling around the room. The familiar sounds of home were floating around her. Memories were rushing back to her as she sat up, her hand flying to her head as if it would help the pounding ache that was creeping up though head
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"Sherlock?" Her voice croaked out. Worry flooded her mind. The last she had remembered, he was carrying her out of the burning building. Her eyes were working to focus on the room around her. She was in the bed in her room and the bright light of early morning was shining through the cracks of the window blinds. She looked to her left to see Sherlock sprawled across the bed, his hand seemingly reaching for where she was laying. She smiled, looking at the handsome man that had saved her life again.
She climbed out of the bed, her bare feet reaching the cold floor. She quietly padded her way to the bathroom, flipping the light on. The reflection in the mirror was not as bad as she had expected. She leaned forward, rubbing her eyes. The ache in her back reminding her of the ordeal that she had survived. She brushed her teeth, pushing all the unpleasantness out of her head. She lowered her head to was her face in the sink. The cool water was refreshing on her warm skin. She raised her head only when she felt a hand on the small of her back. She brushed her hair out of her face and was greeted with the reflection of Sherlock in the mirror. She smiled, and he returned the smile, warmly.
"Good morning, Rachel." His voice was warm and husky from recently waking. It sounded like velvet to her.
"Good morning, Sherlock." She turned to face him, his had stayed on her body as she turned so that when she was facing him his hand was resting on her hip. She made note of this unusual display of affection, slightly surprised by it.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, moving his right hand to her left hip, resting both hands there as if it were something he had done a thousand times before. She was comfortable like this, it felt natural.
"I feel fine, sore, my lungs hurt, but I am okay."
"That is good news. You had been asleep for two days, John said you were simply exhausted from the lack of sleep and the trauma of all the kidnapping, but I was still worried."
She leaned into him, winding his arms around him. He accepted the embrace, holding her closely.
"I was worried I would never see you again." She choked on her words, holding back the tears that were threatening to spill over.
"I felt the same." He was surprised at the ease of his response. Nothing would have been more unusual for him to say than what had just left his mouth.
Rachel felt her heart pounding in her throat. This time she was sure that it wasn't her recent ordeal, but the fact that she did indeed have feelings for him that were beginning to lump in her throat. Without further thought, she leaned in and gently kissed him. She expected him to pull back but instead he felt her arms around her tighten and he deepened the kiss. Her heart was racing and her mind was empty except for the thought of the man that was currently embracing her. His body pushed against hers, forcing her against the counter. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her gently and placed her on top of the counter. His hands worked into her hair, tugging gently.
It was at that moment that someone in the next room cleared their throat. The couple sprung apart as it a jolt of electricity had come between them.
"I see you both are feeling well." John said, a smug grin plastered on his face.
"Quite well." Sherlock's eyes darted about the room, he forced himself not to focus on either person in front of him. Rachel was blushing, as if she had just realized that she was wearing nothing more than one of Sherlock's shirts. She was pulling down the hem, trying to regain some of her modesty.
"I have breakfast ready for you two downstairs, if you're not too busy." John's faced was still twisted into a grin.
"We'll be down." Sherlock barked out, rubbing the back of his neck casually glancing at Rachel.
"Thank you!" Rachel called out to John as he left the room. The pair stood silently for a moment, obviously unsure of what to do next.
"I'm sorry." His voice was soft, something that Rachel was not used to.
She pulled herself down from the counter and moved across the way to where he was standing. He stood motionless as she wrapped her arms around his body, leaning her head into his chest. He held her and kissed the top of her head.
"So, what does this mean?" She looked up at him, noticing his curls falling around his face. She brushed them away.
"I'm not sure this needs definition, but I do know that I wouldn't want to be put into a position to where I might be losing you again."
Without hesitation, she kissed him again.
"Perhaps we should go eat breakfast before it gets cold?" He asked between her kisses. His hand moved down to her bottom.
She pulled away and smiled, "Seems like things are pretty warm in here anyway." She reached behind the bathroom door and shrugged on her dressing gown. They made their way downstairs, and to no surprise, John was still smiling.