Chapter 5 - Kissing
I can't thinking today. I push the door 221B. My mind is empty. I'm afraid about it. I close my eyes and breathing. I need break.
Seventeen people died in an explosion in the tube today. Seventeen people, who weren't me. I alive. Again. I see blood on my skirt and fingers. I wasn't seeing it few minutes ago. Seventeen steps to Sherlock's living room. I don't know, why I'm here. I should go home. My home.
The door are open.
Sherlock sits in his armchair and thinks. When I enter, he stands up. Looks at me for a while.
"You're in blood" he say.
He doesn't walk to me.
It's strange. He's all strange, so I can't be surprised.
He enters into kitchen. I hear water. It's impossible. Sherlock Holmes can makes tea!
I don't move. Sherlock, who making tea is more shocked than explosion in the tube.
He puts cups on the coffee table, sits in his armchair and waits for something. I want move, but I can't. He ignores me. Stands up and ran his fingers over every windowsill, frowning at his fingers as if the dust affronted him. He enter into bathroom, kitchen, bedroom...He can't stop moving. It's unnerving, the way Sherlock can't seem to keep still.
"Something wrong?" I ask finally.
He stops and looks at me. I guess, he's afraid but I don't know, about what.
Sherlock takes a short breath. And another, and walks over to where I'm watching him, puzzled, like he is something to be figured out. I don't understand. If he was an normal man, maybe I could guess, what he would doing. But he's Holmes.
I jerk a little, when his right hand lends on my arm. Left hands slips around back of my neck.
I can't breathing.
We're kissing. Just like that.
We don't kissing a lot. Snogs are reserved for special occasions.
Sherlock kiss me, when he can't talking.
This kiss probably mean "I'm happy, you are not dead". Probably. I don't know.