Jealous
I laughed heartily, at the joke he had told me, the wine in my glass threatening to spill onto the crème tablecloth. I quickly placed the glass down, not wanting to ruin the beautiful scenery around me. Or ruin what I was wearing, for that matter. I wiped a stray tear from my eye, not remembering the last time I had enjoyed myself that much. I laced my fingers together and gazed fondly at the man across the table from me, musing at how much he had changed.
The man who sat before me, was not Sherlock Holmes. Though he was tall and dark haired, the man with me, bore no resemblance in behavior or style to the moody and brainy consulting detective.
"I still can't believe how much you've changed." I spoke my thoughts aloud, shaking my head in disbelief. He smiled, revealing pearly white teeth. I smirked, the irony of the condition of his teeth, crossing my mind.
"I have lost some weight. Even bulked up a bit." He admitted shyly, rubbing his arm through the thick sweater he wore. I laughed at his bashfulness, internally relieved that he was still the same man I had once known, though he had transformed into a handsome gentleman. His humbleness was a breath of fresh air, and a nice change, from Sherlock's usual arrogance.
"You have become more lean." I admired, scanning my eyes along his body. He chuckled nervously, a pink tinge forming on his cheeks. I also loved that it didn't take much for him to get embarrassed. I enjoyed having that effect on him, and wished that it was as easy to get the same reaction from Sherlock. It empowered me somehow, and made me feel more like a woman. Something I hadn't felt like, until now.
He waved off the compliment, before taking a sip of his drink, accidently choking, and spilling it all over his face and chest. I smiled at his clumsiness, before picking up the napkin by my empty plate. I leaned over the table and delicately dabbed at the mess, teasing him about his gracefulness. He agreed with me, before I resumed my place in my seat, setting the now stained napkin on my dinner plate.
"You sure know how to take care of a guy." He commented, his warm brown eyes shining with delight. I beamed at this statement, glad that my actions didn't go unappreciated like they normally did. I grabbed his hand affectionately and thanked him for his kind words.
"So, is there anyone special in your life?" He asked after a moment, his eyes connecting with mine and gazing at me deeply. I swallowed, my throat suddenly going dry at the intense look in his eyes.
"The name's Sherlock Holmes." A deep voice answered behind me.
I jumped in shock and spun around, my eyes widening at the familiar tone.
He stood there, wearing his usual garb of a suit and his long coat, a look of disdain plastered on his face. I smiled curtly at him, before turning back to the man at the table.
"Sherlock, this is my friend, Adam. We met in college a couple years ago. He is a saint. Helped me pass my math exams." I explained, not wanting Sherlock to think I was on a date. "We were just catching up."
"Sherlock Holmes?" Adam asked incredulously, standing on his feet, with his hand out. "I am a huge fan of your work. Me and my colleagues always hold this small hope that one day you'll pop into our office. Investigating or whatnot. But you don't really hear about many scandalous things when you're a –"
"Dentist." Sherlock cutoff. He ignored Adam's outstretched hand, and instead walked past him, his hands behind his back. I groaned, knowing what Adam was going to ask, and what Sherlock was going to do.
Adam stood there looking puzzled until that telltale question fell from his lips.
"How do you know that?"
Sherlock stopped and turned dramatically, his coat swishing around him. He smirked, letting his eyes connect with mine, before winking at my exasperated expression. I mentally prepared myself for the embarrassment that was going to ensue.
"Judging by the state of your dental hygiene, it is obvious you take meticulous care of your teeth. Almost unhealthily so. You like control and are a neat addict, your pressed pants, polished shoes, and twice ironed shirt is evidence of this, although today, you took extra care to look your best. You chose this outfit very carefully. These clothes are used to comfort and impress, but not intimidate. Clothes fit for a date." Sherlock deduced in a breath, looking smug at the reaction he received from Adam.
Adam's mouth gaped open in incredulity, no doubt impressed by the legendary skill of Sherlock Holmes. I sighed deeply, my plans for a normal night destroyed, once again by the functioning sociopath. I rose then and made to apologize to Adam, when Sherlock spoke once more.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be needing my girlfriend now. If you don't mind." Sherlock said intimidatingly, placing a possessive hand on my shoulder. Adam looked at me wide-eyed at the revelation.
"You're the girlfriend of Sherlock Holmes?" Adam whispered, turning pale.
"Indeed." Sherlock answered for me. Adam became flustered then, blubbering that he had nothing but noble intentions towards me that evening. Sherlock laughed, but no humor could be heard in the noise.
"Noble you say? Your behavior indicates that you were planning on getting off with my girlfriend. I'd hardly say those actions are considered noble. Wouldn't you?" Sherlock smiled scarily, grabbing my coat from the back of my chair. Adam turned beet red at the accusation.
"Don't try to deny the fact, lest I destroy your miniscule ego even more. Now, I bid you goodnight, Dentist." Sherlock spat, putting his arm around my waist, and leading me out of the restaurant. Once in the fresh air, I spun on him.
"What is your problem?!" I yelled, livid at the detective.
"I don't have a problem." Sherlock replied calmly.
"Then what was all that about?" I questioned, putting my hands on my hips.
"My actions shouldn't surprise you by now. After all, we have been together for quite some time."
"You completely humiliated my friend in there. We were having a nice, normal time, until you utterly obliterated it." I said, throwing my hands up.
"He wanted nothing more than to ravish you, no doubt probably right there on the table. The whole time I was there, he was doing nothing but staring unabashedly at your obvious assets, with no regard to the fact that you could already be another man's prize."
I paused, letting his words sink in. He had called me his prize. The reason for his intrusion and harsh deduction made sense to me now. I smirked at Sherlock's, very human, emotion.
"You don't have to be jealous, Sherlock. I had absolutely no intention of leaving with him. I was just catching up with an old friend. As much of an infuriating man you are, I would never leave you." I assured him, leaning up to lightly peck him on the cheek.
"I'm not jealous, don't be silly." Sherlock denied, scrunching up his eyebrows. I giggled and took Sherlock's hand, leading him down the street.
"Denial is the worst kind of lying." I said, pulling his body closer to mine. Sherlock once again, tried to disprove my accusation. I rolled my eyes and scoffed, before tugging him to a stop.
"Just shut up, and kiss me." I commanded, lacing my hands in Sherlock's hair. Sherlock genuinely smiled, for once not fighting me on the display of affection.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, but I do own my Oc…
Song; Jealous, by Nick Jonas