"Oi you two!" Penelope and Sherlock turned to the black ford on the road that had stopped directly in front of them. The sleek window rolled down and John Watsons head peeks through; he doesn't look happy. "Get in the car!" His tone held so much authority that neither of the two dared to argue.
Inside the vehicle Penny realised the woman driving must have been John's date, what was her name again?
"Jenny, I presume." Sherlock greets the woman, sliding in alongside an awkward feeling Penelope.
"Hi..." In no time the girl drove off the curb and followed Johns directions to baker street. It's quiet for a couple seconds before Sherlock opens his mouth to no doubt do some deducing.
"No!" John cuts him off with a quick snap, needless to say the detectives mouth abruptly shuts and he schools his features into a relax state as John does that cute mad thing where his nostrils flare slightly as he holds in his anger. "No more words from you Sherlock, I mean really drugged dancers, sketchy boyfriends! Do you have to cause mischief wherever you go. If you and Penelope needed a ride home you could've waited for a cab but no... let's interrupt John in the middle of something important!" Penelope intervenes.
"Sorry John, Sherlock was only at the event because of me. I'm the real reason we got into trouble." Penelope's doe eyes were reflected at John through the mirror those shimmering brown orbs became a sight he found himself unable to be angry with. So with a sigh he turned in his chair and addressed both the trouble makers.
"Look, both of you are just lucky you weren't seriously injured. Oh, and Jenny has a car and was willing to pick you up in the first place. Thank you by the way Jenny."
"It's ok." I should speak up Penelope pushes past the awkward feel and introduces herself.
"I'm Penelope Sharpe and this is Sherlock Holmes, its lovely to meet you Jenny. Sorry about the intrusion."
"Nice to meet you both, Jenny Davis and there's no intrusion at all." The atmosphere relaxes enough for Penelope to even banter about the nights shenanigans.
"I swear I've never seen an older looking lady take down a dude twice her size, she earned my upright respect instantly." The comment was met with giggles and chuckles, even a smirk from Sherlock which made Penelope uncharacteristically happy.
"I would have thought your highlight of the night would've been the kiss." Sherlock's mumbled comment was caught by John who raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked her just what the detective was talking about.
"I may have snogged the woman I ended up saving." Jenny frowned at Johns exclamation of 'I missed that' tightening her hold on the steering wheel.
"Well John judging from your browser history i'd say you would've enjoyed that." Suddenly the brakes were stepped on harshly, for a minute Penelope hit Sherlock's chest at high speed as she was thrown to the side, surprisingly he wrapped his arms around her.
"Out! The lot of you!" No one moved. "Now!"
In a flurry of movement all three were out of the car and on the side walk of Baker street.
"Oh and John you can forget about that second date!" With a middle finger Jenny Davis drove of into the night leaving behind three very confused people.
"What a bitch, all because she can't handle a bit of lesbian po-" John cut Penny off with a hand gently over her mouth and pointed to the door.
"It's freezing, let's forget about it and go inside." Generally confused Penelope glanced to Sherlock for an answer to how weird things were becoming, he however had already shot off to the door opened it with the speed of lightning and disappeared from sight. John wasn't far behind and Penelope seemingly the only one questioning shit was about to follow; but she stopped with her hand on the door.
A chill had creeped up her spine, not just form the lack of warm clothing but she'd gotten he strange feeling that...
Her head harshly whipped around in an effort to catch a possible watcher. Nothing, no one. Possibly just paranoia taking over, when was the last time she'd taken a pill? Leading with the thought she entered the building and rubbed her cold shoulders as the warmth hit. Funny, normally Mrs. Hudson would be snooping around, probably just tired tonight bless her soul.
Upon nearing her flat door, a certain detective came bounding down the stairs stopping only a few centimetres away from her. Doll eyes looked at sky blue ones.
He needed a lesson in personal space, 'not that you're complaining 'came that little voice from inside her head.
"May I help you?"
"I left my clothes in your place, I need them back." Oh. She flushed and quickly made to open the door. Going down the stairs she exclaimed Sherlock knew where they were and could go on right ahead, while he moved with purpose she flung her high heels off with a sleepy sigh. Making straight for her bedroom after to get the pills that lay in her dresser beneath a pair of naughty thongs and unattractive granny knickers. Penny popped two in her mouth dryly swallowed, she did it often enough to know how not to choke. Her body relaxed significantly after, she was calm taking off her mask and outfit, calm wiping of the make up from her eyes and lips, even calm putting on her bed top which bore the slogan 'Wake me and I punch you' on the front.
Need food! Growled her stomach and deciding it was right Penelope in nothing but a top that stopped just below her hips and black knickers made her way to the kitchen (which coincidently could only be accessed through the living room)
When wandering in she noticed four things.
1- Sherlock was still in her flat.
2- He'd changed from the suit she'd borrowed him into his casual- well for Sherlock- shirt and slacks.
3-Everything he borrowed from her has been folded perfectly on the sofa.
3-He's staring at the mural on the wall.
He's not facing her so she has time to brace herself for the inevitable questions she knows are bound to come.
No reaction is given as she walks past him into the kitchen to get the snicker bars she knows are hiding behind the bread in the cupboard. Its only when she opens the wrapper and takes a massive mouthful that she hears a hum from the living room.
What did that mean?
In order to find out she retraces her steps and leans on the door frame simply watching him, she stayed silent because she knew he'd talk when he wanted.
"This is a mural, for a loved one?" It sounds like a question but she doesn't answer him she knows he already has an answer. "Your father I assume." She rolls her eyes.
"If your looking for a heart to heart, I'm way too sober to give you one." Her eyes watch the detective as she goes to stand alongside him, most men would have become extremely distracted with a woman half naked in their presence. No, not Sherlock he was the perfect epitome of gentleman. Not even a straying glance she deadpanned thoughtfully. The thought of Sherlock responding to something slightly sexual made her snort unattractively.
The man with the curly hair turned to her in bewilderment. Her mood was far too relaxed for the level of emotion which the subject entitled.
He swept his gaze over her.
Dilated pupils.
No reaction to possibly painful memories.
Drugs then.
"What do you take?" Penelope is momentarily surprised, that is until her brain catches up and she smirks.
"Depends." He turns full on to her and she mirrors him. She wants an answer, he wants a distraction. Little do they know they both crave a little of the other thing; Sherlock steps closer, barely a rulers lengths away now and thinks nothing of it when he can feel her breath on his neck as she waits. "How do you want to feel?" The purred words cause him to stop and stare at her.
Brown clashes against blue as both hold their breaths, he leans in then catching he off guard and without even touching her he whispers the answer in her ear. "I don't." Penny shivers.
"You shouldn't." She muses and he can only roll his eyes while glaring at the ceiling. Penelope admired his pale neck, resisting the urge to bite it, taste it, mark it, him.
"John wont let me smoke, he didn't say anything about experiments." His explanation makes her smile, so much that she disappears from the room only to come back with a single pill. "Take it. You'll owe me though."
John and Mrs Hudson have no idea what exactly they're listening to, all they can hear are muffled voices but it seems whatever it is the pair of trouble makers downstairs are having fun.
"They sound drunk."
"Or high." John spluttered a shocked 'Mrs Hudson' who could only tut and shake her head.
"I've been around John, I survived the 60's just you remember that." The blonde cracked his neck with a satisfied groan and pressed his ear closer to the door.
Meanwhile...
His hands are buried in her hair and he pulls, she hisses and he nods in approval.
"Ok that is pretty tangled." The girl nods enthusiastically at the baritone statement.
"Told you." He laughs when she falls off the settee and onto the floor, like an actual deep laugh that makes Penelope eager for more.
"Ok, y-y-yours may be tangled but mine is tanglier!"
"Tha's not a word!" The apple scented girl exclaims.
"Course it is I should know, I'm the great detective in the funny hat." Penelope frowns and drains the glass of vodka she poured moments ago prior to initiating a hair challenge with the man.
"Who called you that?"
"The woman." Memory of Moriarty's taunt fill his mind and his vigorously shakes his head as if the action could conjure the devil out.
"A woman."
"No! The woman." At Penny's 'oh' he staggers off the couch and to the fire place, its not on or blazing but he feels suddenly hot. Feeling suddenly sweaty he sits by Penelope who insists she's 'not disabled' under her breath.
"Of course you're not, you're Penelope the pretty girl who lives underneath us." Penelope smiles at the complement it's probably one of the nicest things he had said to her. "At least that's what John says." So close.
"Well...he's not wrong." A comfortable silence falls over them and for a minute Penelope allows herself to just not think about anything. Remembering the chocolate bar she left on the coffee table she leaned over and grabbed it leaning in for a bite. Her plans were foiled when Sherlock brings his hand to cover her own dragging the chocolate bar to his lips before biting. Penelope's smile goes sour.
"Oh you are so gonna pay for that!" He wants to reply but has trouble doing so with a mouthful, she nudges him playfully at this which Sherlock sheepishly shrugs at. That's when she notices the stray piece of chocolate on the corner of those bow lips; she shouldn't do what she's thinking, its just its like an impulse is pulling her into his proximity closer, closer until...
Sherlock abruptly blinks as he feels the wet sensation of Penny's tongue on the corner of his mouth, his lips part slightly after swallowing when she pulls back. Both pairs of eyes meet, he's not shocked or repulsed he finds himself wanting to lean closer to her to possibly lick his way into her mouth, just to taste of course- a sort of experiment maybe?
3 centimetres apart and he could feel the heat emanating off her, god he could be consumed by all things Penelope in this moment and have absolutely no objections. He let his eyes slipped close leaning forward but to his surprise a weight hit his shoulder instead and looking down had him face to hair quite literally with Penelope who was now fast asleep on him.
Figures.
His mind tells him bed so with the grace of an elephant he stands, lifts the agile girl in his arms and carefully- or less clumsily- carries her to where he believes the bedroom is. He's so out of it that when he finally gets the door open he doesn't even take a look around just places her on one side of the bed while taking the other. He's asleep faster than you can say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
Well I'd say this was a major filler chapter sorry for the lack of an update, had a crazy week. Don't you think Penelope and Sherlock are adorable though, I know Sherlock's a bit of a lightweight so I thought Penelope could be one as well... or maybe she's pretending. ;). In all seriousness I love Mrs H and John sooo much. Hope you like their little interaction. Till the next update. xx