Sherlock sits in his likely armchair and thinks. Elementary. I sing something and dance in the kitchen. I like it. Dance is freedom. In this time I do a tea. I put cups on the table and hear boiling water.
Suddenly I feel cold arms around my belly. I feel his breathe on my neck. It's so strange and...nice. I smile and put water into cups.
"You're stupid!" I say.
Sherlock doesn't react. His hand are on my ass.
"Stop it!" I say but I can't stop laugh.
I turn around and sit on the table. His eyes lighting. He kisses my neck and I can only sight. I put my hands under his shirt. His skin are hot. It's strange. It often is cold. Similar than mine.
Hi try put on my bra.
"Sherlock!"
He doesn't understand. It isn't normal. Okay, it is.
"Okay, Holmes" I stand up and give him a cup of tea.
He looks at me strangely.
"I don't know what you took but I know you're fucking junkie".
His head in on my chest. Great!
"Go to bed, honey".
I go out. He still don't like seks. He never making me out. Never in kitchen!