Getting back to life
A couple days past and life seemed to be slowly getting back to normal, other than Irene sleeping in Sherlock's bed; they went back to solving murders and crimes. When the world got told that Sherlock was alive, and he was not a fraud, he seemed to be the centre of attention. He was on every news-stand and on television most of the time, which meant Irene couldn't go out in public to cases and that with Sherlock, not that he mind, and help him.
"Another dull mystery solved" he said as he walked into the apartment, taking his coat off. He's voice as dull and cold as usual, no expression on his face
"Oh, so what is fun to you?" Irene asked lying in his armchair legs dangling over the side. He turned around surprised to see her. She smiled at this and giggled at the look on his face in what she was wearing. She had stolen his shirt and a pair of boxers and his favourite book.
"What are you doing up its 1am and why do you want to know?" He asked looking at her with a confused look on his face
"I woke up and got bored so I came out to read a book" She said slowly getting up and walking closer to him, to close for his comfort, "and because I like detective stories…" they're lips only a couple of inches apart "and detectives" His breath got caught in his throat as he was about to speak.
"Well Miss Adler, since it's late or early" he said backing up a little but still keeping the contact of their eyes, he would not be defeated, "I guess it's time for bed"
"Oh Mr Holmes, are you asking me to come to bed with you?" She smirked at the thought while she kept creeping closer. He kept backing up a little until he was caught against the wall and had to stop. He let out a huge sigh. 'Oh my god he wants me' she thought to herself she let out a small gasp that was almost undetectable to the common eye but he noticed.
"No, Miss Adler" he said after a long moment of silence their eyes still locked in battle to see who would give up first. She blinked and looked away at the fireplace. He smirked at this and a look of victory was in his eyes as he walked past her and off to bed. When he closed his door he sighed, there was that weird feeling in his stomach again, and it only seemed to happen when they were only inches apart. He figured this as a mental reaction to tell him to get out of there, but when it happened all he wanted to do was pull her closer.
A/N: Apologies for the delay but i've been busy with asseignments and exams. I'ts my last week of school for 2 weeks so i will post more frequintly :)
-Amy