Oh my god! A pre-note? Yes! Just thought I would warn you that there will be a large baking thing! Yup, Lydia is going to bake with Sherlock while John visits his sister. :D Also, it's a CHRISTMAS cake and since its beginning of December on here, thought you would appreciate the festive spirit ;) I put the story near Christmas on purpose by the way. Mistletoe and Molly. Just some usual jealousy from Molly. Of course, almost every chapter is going to have sexual tension/references in it so be prepared! It may get steamy… Enjoy!
"So, it's just… water all round? No drinks? No alcohol?" The waiter asked in disbelief. Lydia nodded.
"Yes please. Not too fond of alcohol." She explained. The waiter nodded and said he would return shortly with their drinks. "Is it really that surprising that none of us drink unless it's a special occasion?" Sherlock mumbled to himself.
"It is a special occasion though. Lydia's here." John reminded him. Sherlock nodded and leant back in his chair, his coat thrown over the back of it.
"So, John, I hear that you and Sarah are no longer together." Lydia asked, almost timidly. He looked at her and then at Sherlock.
"Of course…" He murmured to himself, "Sherlock told you." Lydia nodded, not understanding how that could be a problem.
"She was bound to find out sooner or later." Sherlock reasoned, drumming his fingers on the table.
"But you didn't have to tell her now!" He hissed. A few people began to look at their table.
"I don't lie to my friends. I never will lie to her."
"You wouldn't be lying to her!"
"She asked me, idiot."
"You could have just said it wasn't her business yet! That's what you usually do to women! Wh-."
"Boys." They stopped arguing and looked at Lydia. She had spoken in her sultry tone on purpose. She was leaning forwards on the table, her shirt slightly open for cleavage. "I will not have you arguing in a restaurant. It's embarrassing and frankly, it is unattractive." But Sherlock looked sexy when he was angry. What did John mean 'that's what you usually do'? Does he see women a lot? Does he never tell them things? Does this mean I'm special? Sherlock nodded and exhaled deeply, leaning back into his chair again. John sat, staring at the menu in front of him, clearly counting to ten in his head. "Here's your water." The waiter said, putting down the glasses, "Have you decided on your meal yet?"
"No, not yet. We will be shortly though." Lydia said with a small smile. He nodded and walked off to another table. "Lydia…"
"Mmhm?" She looked at John.
"What's your type?" She stared blankly at him.
"My… type?" John nodded. Lydia's eyes flickered to Sherlock's and surprised to see that his eyes held near to no emotion, apart from a tinge of annoyance. She smirked at him and he winked.
"Why do you want to know?" She asked, leaning forwards and resting her left cheek in her left palm.
"Just… curious." He said with a small shrug. She nodded and sighed, pretending to think.
"Well, he has to be intelligent." She chewed on her lip, "And he has to be dark… handsome…" She continued to say words like 'funny but with a leading quality' and 'seductive'. She only realized that she had been describing Sherlock indirectly when she said: "And he has to be a close friend or colleague." She continued looking at John but her breath stopped when she realized what she had done. She didn't let on though. "Answer your question?" She asked with a small smile. John nodded and looked at his menu gloomily. She picked up her own menu and quickly glanced at Sherlock. She froze when she found that his eyes were on her and they had darkened drastically with desire; they were a charcoal colour. She winked at him and then disappeared behind her menu. When she lowered it to glance around casually, his eyes were still trained on hers. "Ordering anything, Sherlock?" She asked with a sultry tone. He smirked the smallest bit. "They don't have what I want."
"And what is it you want?"
"Take a guess."
"… I'm not walking into that one."
"Oh, aren't you clever."
"Guys, I didn't come here to watch you flirt over the table. If you're going to start speaking all of that shite about seducing each other again, move your chairs closer so I don't have to hear it." John demanded in an exasperated tone.
"Gladly." They both said and scraped their chairs closer, their backs now to the wall. John shook his head and stood up. "I'll be back in a bit." He said wearily and walked to the boys toilets.
"Now we're alone, what was it that you thought that I wanted to order?"
"Sex on a plate."
"So close but no. You."
"Damn. So close since I am sex in human form."
"Aren't you just?"
"Of course, you're just plain sexiness. You have to wear black more often." Sherlock's hand sneaked onto her thigh.
"Anything for you, my lady."
"Now that is what turns me on. Especially coming from you." Sherlock tilted his head back as Lydia's hand travelled up and down his own thigh. "You are simply irresistible." She smirked and leaned over to his ear.
"I certainly try. Now, when we get back, you want to continue what we started?"
"Indeed. And I'll have another crack at trying to seduce you."
"You can seduce me easily. It's waiting for you to do it how I do."
"I can't wait." Lydia cleared her throat and moved Sherlock's hand off her thigh and rose from her chair. "I'll be right back. Lady stuff." She said. He nodded and watched as she walked over to woman's lavatories. She passed John on the way over and smiled at him. He returned it and she entered the women's toilets. Lydia looked in the mirror to check that she hadn't gotten too red-faced. She pulled her hair out of the ponytail and ran her fingers through, allowing it fall naturally. She smiled and quickly washed her hands though she had no idea why. She walked through the door but was stopped just coming out of the entrance. A tall woman with short brown hair in a bob and very large earrings was tapping her shoulder. She was wearing a flannel shirt and a very short denim skirt with ripped tights on underneath. The look was completed with ankle boots. It was early December and she was wearing a skirt. Lydia's eyes flicked back to the woman's. "Hi, I noticed you were sitting with the blonde man and the tall curly haired man." She said with a large smile. Lydia nodded and turned to her fully. "Well, I was wondering if you could tell me the tall man's name." Lydia's eyes narrowed the tiniest bit and she glanced over at Sherlock. He was watching her, of course. "Why do you want to know?" The brunette swished her short hair and smiled at him. Calm it, Lydia. He's not yours… yet…
"Well, it's just that he's attractive and I figured that maybe I-."
"You think he's attractive?"
"Yeah, duh. Have you seen those cheekbones? I could cut my hand slapping those." ((This character is not Irene by the way.)) Lydia swallowed and lightly glared at her. "Why would you want to slap him? I will not tell you his name." She said with her chin slightly raised in defiance. The woman put her hands on her hips and glared. "Listen you hussy, I came here for his name and I expect to get it. Stop protecting your brother, you creepy incest." Lydia clenched her fists together and took a threatening step towards her. "I am not a hussy. You will not get his name because you're a mere teenage girl who looks like she's wearing a belt rather than a skirt. And he is not my brother." She hissed at the now terrified girl. She walked back to the table and didn't sit down. "I'm leaving now. I'm not in the mood to eat anymore." Sherlock rose immediately and John followed soon after. The waiter walked over.
"Are you leaving now without your meal?" He asked curiously. They nodded and walked out of the restaurant.
Lydia put the bowl into the sink and turned the tap on. "I'm hungry." She sighed.
"I know, Sherlock." She resumed washing up the bowl.
"Why did we have to leave so soon?"
"Sherlock, you're smart enough to realize why."
"That woman wanted my name or number, didn't she?"
"Yup. Not that stupid, are you?"
"That wasn't nice. So you were jealous." Sherlock walked into the room to watch her put the now clean bowl back onto the counter. Lydia turned to face him. "Yup, I was jealous. Now, would you like to bake a cake with me? I had the perfect one and I have all the ingredients." Sherlock looked at the small group of ingredients on the counter. "It'll only take about 30 minutes to make and then 25 to bake. You still like pistachios, right?" She asked, pointing a whisk at him. He cocked an eyebrow and nodded.
"Of course. I presume you still love them." He stated. She smirked and nodded.
"They're the love of my life along with Doritos and Pringles. Oh, and you. You're at the top." She said with a wink that made Sherlock's mouth go dry, "You going to help or not?" He sighed dramatically and agreed. She grinned at him and bent over to preheat the oven to 180 degrees centigrade. Sherlock's eyes never left her arse until she peered back at him with an eyebrow raised. "Don't think I don't know you're looking!" She reprimanded gently and then straightened up, "Right, now I'm going to grease this lovely heart-shaped tin that I found stashed in one of your cupboards." She said and began to do that. "While I'm doing that, can you cream the butter and caster sugar in that bowl for a few minutes? Electric hand whisk please. Wait until it's light and fluffy." She ordered. He raised an eyebrow but obeyed her with an amused smirk on his face. Lydia finished greasing the tin and put it aside. "Once you're done with that, we'll add all the other ingredients to it except the chocolate." She said and Sherlock nodded, finishing the creamy mixture. They added the ingredients and then mixed it in silence. "Now, to put it into the delightful heart tin." Lydia murmured and poured it in carefully. "Now, I'm going to use that chocolate you gave me as an apology because it's my favourite." She began breaking off a few chunks and then stuck 6 into the mixture randomly. "And into the oven…" She opened up the oven now that it was up to temperature and put the tin in. "Owch!" She yelled and quickly pulled her hand off. "Burnt my fingers…" And then she shut the oven, putting the timer on for 25 minutes. Lydia quickly put the cold water on and stuck her fingers underneath. "You're a great help Sherlock." She said sincerely.
"Really? I did hardly anything."
"I needed your mere sexiness here so that I could even make this cake. That, in itself, is a difficult job."
"I feel honoured. Truly."
"Good. Now, we have to make the sauce."
"Don't we get to lick the bowl?"
"Oh yes, forgot that. Spoon or bowl?"
"Bowl."
"Righto." Lydia handed Sherlock the bowl that the batter had been in and began licking the batter off the spoon she had used to pour the mixture into the tin. Sherlock couldn't help but watch as she ran her tongue along the edge. She watched him the entire time. "You've made my trousers awfully uncomfortable now."
"Take them off and they won't be as uncomfortable."
"No thank you. John is still in the flat."
"So?"
"So I'd rather not have him walk in and see me in a shirt and underwear and nothing else."
"… You'd have a tie on as well."
"Oh yes, that makes a lot of difference, doesn't it?"
"Actually…"
"Hm?"
"If you were in nothing but trousers and a tie, I would be so turned on."
"Is that so?"
"Yup. Oh, actually…" Lydia put the spoon in the sink and loosened Sherlock's tie from his collar, undoing his top three buttons. She also un-tucked part of his shirt. "Now that… That is sexy."
"Glad you think so. Haven't we got a sauce to make, other than what could be known as a 'saucy temptress' in front of me?"
"Are you referring to me or the microwave?"
"Who do you think?"
"Well, you always did have a thing for microwaves."
"You."
"Woo!"
"Sauce?"
"Ah yes." Lydia quickly grabbed more ingredients from various cabinets, humming while she did so. "Right, now we just mix the butter, muscovado sugar, chocolate and milk together. You can do that, Mr Holmes." Sherlock sighed.
"Must I?" She looked at him indignantly. He quickly nodded and began to mix them together. Lydia seated herself on the counter and watched him as he worked. Every now and then, he would glance up and watch her as he mixed, never spilling a drop. When he finished, he put the whisk down and stretched his now aching wrist. "Now what?" Lydia jumped off the kitchen counter and then poured the sauce into a pan, putting it on a medium-low heat. "We heat this slowly until the chocolate and butter have melted and the sugar is dissolved. Then we increase the heat and let it boil. Afterwards, it'll simmer for a minute or so." Sherlock nodded and watched Lydia get up onto the counter again. He strode over slowly, intimidating her just the slightest bit. He stopped until he was right in front of her, managing to wedge himself between her swinging legs. "Enjoying yourself?"
"In what? Baking the cake or trying to seduce you now?"
"Hmm… Both."
"Immensely."
"That's good. Do you think you'll succeed in using my own ability against me?"
"I can only dream. Now's not the correct time but soon, cherry blossom. Soon."
"I honestly… can't… wait."
"That's what I like to hear." Sherlock began nuzzling her neck, in hopes of gaining a delicious moan. He didn't go unsatisfied. Lydia tipped her head back and began stroking his hair as his hands clamped themselves on her hips. Rubbing circles around the bone, he pulled until she was situated on the edge of the counter. "And you call me the 'awfully naughty' one…" She murmured, making them both shiver. "Well, you certainly are naughty…" He replied. Lydia peered at the sauce on the hob and sighed.
"Damn. The sauce looks about ready to boil." Sherlock reached over and turned the heat up.
"Problem solved." She chuckled and her own mouth moved to his neck. He groaned in satisfaction and she sighed with content. Hands wandered over bodies and names were murmured. "Goddamnit, Sherlock. We were so close before dinner. Why not now?"
"John's here."
"We didn't care then."
"I care now."
"Well, I don't. Can't we just hurry up and find him a date? We'll all be happy then."
"John isn't picky but the women are."
"What do you mean? John's fine… Oh… You."
"Yes. My point exactly." The sauce looked to be threatening to boil over.
"Shit, best turn this off now and leave to simmer." Lydia reached over, nearly falling into the sauce and turned off the heat. "This will taste brilliant. You can't see how I'll decorate it though! That's a surprise."
"…"
"It's going to be a penis, isn't it?"
"Nope! Even better!"
"Breasts?"
"No."
"Lips?"
"So close but… no."
"… You're not going to tell me."
"Glad you worked that out sooner rather than later." Sherlock grumbled under his breath and stood back, allowing Lydia to get off of the counter and check on the cake. As she bent over, Sherlock bent over her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and she was trapped. "Right, this oven is really hot." Lydia murmured.
"Perhaps it's just me."
"No, I think it's the oven. Your hotness rivals the oven but really I think the oven beats you."
"What a shame. And to think I was going to give you everything you wanted right now."
"You so weren't, you liar."
"True but imagine if I was…" Lydia's breath hitched as she thought of the endless possibilities and tried to back into Sherlock. He chuckled and stood up. "I don't think so." And he left the kitchen.
"I hate that man as much as I love him, I swear." Lydia muttered. She pulled out the cake and shut the oven with her foot. "Nom…" She quickly pulled out the chocolate letters she had bought from the shop and laid them down on the counter, creating three words. No, they're not 'I love you'. That would be much too sappy and that was not Lydia or Sherlock's style. She smirked as she poured the sauce over the top and then arranged the words on the cake. Afterwards, Lydia sprinkled the leftover pistachios on the sauce and grinned. "Cake anyone?"
John left the room, shaking his head for what felt like the sixth time that night. Not only was the cake suggestive, Sherlock and Lydia would still not stop flirting with each other. Sitting on the sofa side by the side, the two geniuses were eating some of the freshly made cake. "What a lovely choice of words you chose, Lydia." She smirked and looked at the still intact cake. I'm All Yours… Too right. "Well, I try. I figured they described our relationship perfectly." She said with a wink and bit another forkful of a cake. She licked her lips and ate some more while Sherlock watched her. "You should eat cake more." She said suddenly. He cocked an eyebrow.
"Why's that?" She finished her mouthful and looked at him.
"I've no idea how you would taste but you'd taste pretty sweet right now."
"Why not try now?"
"Because that would be giving up, wouldn't it? A few more days I think and then I'll give in to you. Remember: You'll be begging for mercy four times when I'm finished with you." Sherlock leant back, fork lying on his lips, intentionally taunting Lydia. He began to imagine all of the ways that she could possibly have him begging for mercy. Let's be honest, she only has to try to leave and I'll be begging for her back… She sat watching him, waiting for him to make a move. He seemed lost in his own world. "Sherlock?" She asked, waving a little to get his attention. His eyes didn't move from hers. "Sherlock? You can hear me, right?" She leaned forwards to see if there was any change. None. His eyes followed hers but he didn't move an inch. Perhaps he's thinking about me… Like I was the other day. One can dream… "Sherlock…" She whispered. Still, he gave no reaction, merely watching her silently. Like a predator. She leaned forwards even more, her cake forgotten about and leaned right over him, her mouth right by his ear. "Sherlock…" She murmured seductively. Not even a twitch. Lydia was beginning to get a little worried and put out. There's one thing that I could do… I'd be giving up though… Meh, just a bit of teasing will be fine. She pulled back ever so slightly to brush her lips over his. His reaction was electric and he jolted back, immediately trying to return this kiss. She pulled back just enough to tease him. He pouted and pulled her right back but she put her head to the side just in time. His lips got her cheek instead and she marvelled at how soft and smooth they were to her skin. His lips are so soft…
Her cheeks are so soft… Sherlock pulled back and looked at her 'angrily'. "That… is completely unfair." He groaned. She laughed and buried herself into his arms. "I know. I love to torture you."
"It'll be Christmas soon."
"In 11 days, Sherlock, I know."
"Are you planning on using mistletoe?" She giggled nervously.
"Psh, no… What would give you that idea?"
"Well, you don't have to be a genius to figure it out."
"But you are a genius. A high-functioning sociopathic genius, that is."
"You make it sound like a bad thing."
"It's one of your best qualities, I think. I wouldn't love you if you weren't one." Shit. I said it. Again. Directly this time. Without any distractions. Double shit.
"You… love me?" He murmured into her hair. Lydia couldn't see his expression but she was terrified to even imagine it. She cleared her throat. "That… didn't come out right." She mumbled and tried to pull away but he held her in place. "Lydia…" Sherlock said sternly. She gulped and tried to get away again. "I…"
"Sherlock! There's a parcel here for Lydia!" Lydia couldn't have loved Mrs Hudson more than at that moment. "Would you bring it up, Mrs Hudson?" Sherlock shouted, intent on getting everything out of Lydia. "Don't be lazy!" She called back. Sherlock rolled his eyes and sighed. He let go of Lydia and stood up. "Stay." He pointed at her menacingly. She chewed on her lip and nodded. There's no getting out of this one, Lydia. What can you conjure up this time? Sherlock wondered as he took the parcel from the landlady. He marched up the stairs once more and wasn't surprised to see Lydia sitting upright on a different chair. He walked over and stopped right in front of her. She refused to look at him. He chuckled deeply gave her the parcel. She looked up timidly and sighed. Lydia didn't just take the parcel; she grabbed hold of his tie and pulled him close to her face. His hands were now on either side of her head and their faces were dangerously close. "In good time, Mr Holmes. In good time." She whispered, gazing straight into his icy eyes.
"I'll have you, I swear it. You won't be able to resist." He murmured darkly. I have no doubt about that. "You will, Mr Holmes. And I know I won't. I won't be trying, that's for sure." She replied huskily. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. When Sherlock opened his eyes again, they were considerably darker. He quickly pulled her out of the chair and seated himself in it, pulling her lightly onto his lap. "Comfortable?" He murmured as his mouth explored her neck yet again.
"Mmm, very much so…" She replied and began opening the parcel. She chucked the rubbish on the floor and opened the small box. She froze when she saw what the box contained. "Sh-Sherlock…" She stammered. He stopped immediately.
"What's wrong?" He asked. She pointed in the box and he sighed when he saw what was in there. More photographs of Lydia and a single dying rose.
So, how was that? Not as steamy as it could have been but ah well! Next chapter will be a little angsty and not as much sexual stuff. There will be a comment here and there or a little, ah… session… Anywho, I'm excited for this story. The story is moving along a little faster than I would like but I'm still happy with it. Cheers folks.
Luna