wow guys! Long time no see! Sorry about that! I'm getting married and life happens. Anyway! New chapter! Yay! Who can guess what is wrong with Sherlock?
Victoria leaned close to the mirror to apply a second layer of mascara. She glanced in the mirror and saw the reflection of Sherlock laying back on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
"You are certainly taking a considerably large amount of time for this date of yours," Sherlock said as if he knew she had been looking at him.
"What's wrong with taking my time to look good?" Victoria asked, focusing on her eye lashes once more.
"You don't expect the date to go anywhere."
"I'm sure this Charlie fellow is nice enough. Mary likes him." Victoria started trying to figure out what she could do with her hair.
Well... Maybe she could bat it up a little bit...
"You thinking that this Charlie fellow is nice enough is not equivalent to you thinking that he will provide you with an acceptable date. Which you don't." He glanced over at her and their eyes locked for a moment. "You didn't shave your legs..." He began and Victoria knew that he was going to dissect her.
She groaned, "Not this again."
"You didn't pluck your eyebrows and you only washed your bangs. You aren't wearing your favorite dress or even a dress that will make you feel alluring. Instead, you are wearing something unique and modest. This obviously means that you are showing that you are an individual and are not interested in pleasing-"
Victoria spun around and took a few steps toward him. "You haven't been focusing well." She was going to try to play him at his own game.
Sherlock quirked an eyebrow, falling silent. "Go on," he said after a moment.
Victoria blinked, feeling her wet mascara touch her face. She ignored it. She went back to the mirror and tried to work with her two clumps of ratted up hair while she spoke. "I can see it in your eyes when you have to think through the same information more than once to understand it. Something has been bothering you. Something trivial and human that is knocking at your superior mind." So she didn't exactly dissect him like he would her... She still thinks that she did pretty well.
"Trivial, human things don't bother me," Sherlock dismissed.
"Trivial, human things are bothering you. And the fact that you are being bothered, bothers you." Victoria pinned up her hair. She ended up batting it up so much that she looked like a 60s housewife.
Oh well. She was just going to have to work with it.
"You bother me." Sherlock grumbled. He was in no mood to argue. It was true. He hadn't been able to focus. He was frustrated... More than usual.
"And I am also trivial and human," Victoria said and smiled at him.
Sherlock ignored her and pulled her blanket over his head. He had never found touching other people's beds appealing but there was something comforting about Victoria's blankets. He assumed that it had something to do with the fact that she was a school teacher and his sensory memory had him be comforted by that. He didn't care to think about it. He liked her purple and gray comforter with the flowers and he was going to hide in it until he woke up from his inconvenient, human nightmare.
He felt like something was building inside of him. It felt like anxiety and anger bubbling in his gut. It wasn't pleasant. It wasn't happy. It was like a sneeze was stuck. It was restless.
He knew what it was, too. It was because of that bloody-
Knock knock knock
Victoria brushed by him, leaving him alone in her bedroom. Having Sherlock around was almost like having a cat. He was silent and plotting and always around. Both Sherlock and a cat's company are nice, though.
She opened the door and smiled in a welcoming manner. "You must be Charlie."
The man was a little shorter than Sherlock. He had dirty brown hair and brown eyes. There was a large birth mark on his right cheek but the smile on his face and warmth in his eyes made the bright red skin almost completely unnoticeable.
"I really hope you're Vicky..." Charlie grinned.
Victoria stepped to the side to let him in. "In the flesh." She bowed her head a little. "Just let me finish cleaning up and we can leave. Would you like anything while you wait? Tea? Water? Coffee?"
"Water would be lovely." Charlie said as he casually looked about the room.
Victoria quickly walked into the kitchen, almost falling down when she bumped into Sherlock. He barely even spared her a glance as he poured two cups of tea. He handed her one silently, holding his blanket close to him.
He walked out of the kitchen, the blanket wrapped around him and dragging behind him like the robes of the grim reaper. He took his seat in his favorite chair in the living room and silently sipped at his tea as he thought about his human predicament.
Charlie looked at him in surprise. "Er... Hello?"
Victoria walked in with a glass of water. "Oh don't mind him." She dismissed and walked off to the bedroom.
"Do you find sex to be a strength or a weakness?" Sherlock asked Charlie after a few moments of silence, tense on Charlie's side.
"Sherlock!" Victoria called out from the other room, "Behave!"