There is a part in this chapter where I'd like you to use your imagination... I don't want to tell you which part but I think you're going to find it quite easily. Please leave comments after reading. Thank you! x
London's Never Safe... (Chapter 8)
22:45, Sunday: 221B Baker Street
So, we stand up from the sofa and I pull Sherlock into his bedroom by his wrist. Well, if we could call it pulling. We're stopping in every single minute just trying to stand on our feet and we're falling over at least three times by the time we get to the room. As I climb into the bad and under the duvet Sherlock climbs in next to me and he turns to his left side so that he's not facing me. And I turn to my right side.
"Good night!" I whisper as I turn off the little lamp right next to my head.
A couple of minutes later I can feel that he's moving a bit and just seconds later I can feel his hands on my hips and he's pulling me closer to him. So close that I can feel his breath on my neck and he grabs my left wrist.
"Oh..." He whispers into my ear. "Are you scared? 'Cos I can feel that you're pulse is quicker than it is usually..."
And he lifts his hands of my hips but he only lets me enough space to turn to his way. His face is just inches away from mine and I can feel that I'm blushing. Even in the dark I can see a lock of his hair in his face. I move my hand to move the lock and as I move it away I look into his eyes and I become lost in them... yet again. He moves his head closer to mine, he softly rubs his nose to my nose and he's looking into my eyes in the whole time. Before I could even realise what he is doing he starts to kiss me... So softly and so romantically... It feels so unreal; I mean no one really knows this side of him... His soft side, his romantic side. Anyway, he wraps his arms around me and he pulls me even closer. I wrap my arms around his neck. I can feel as he's starting to take my nightgown off me...
08:30, Monday: 221B Baker Street
By the time I get up Sherlock is not lying next to me. So I sit up to the side of the bed and I realise that I have a terrible headache because of the wine from last night. Anyway, I pick up my robe from the chair next to the bed and I walk out to the living room, to Sherlock. Surprisingly, John is there already too and Sherlock is sitting on the sofa instead of his armchair. John is sitting in his armchair as usual.
"Morning!" I say in a really sleepy voice.
"Well, I can hear that the little wine in the chess replay is didn't work really well on you. Did it?" And he winks at me but in a way that John is can't really see it.
"Well, I don't think that chess and a bottle of wine is the greatest pair, but lets not count the wine I had a great time with the chess. And who won again?"
"Sherlock?" John asks.
"Yes, just like always. Anyway, tea or coffee?" I ask as I walk to the kitchen.
"Tea, please." John says.
"Tea for me too." Says Sherlock.
"What's the magic word?" I ask.
"Can I get a cup of tea, PLEASE?" And he's really pushing on the word 'please'.
"Yes, of course. Two sugars and milk. What about you John?" I turn to John.
"The same as Sherlock, please." He says as he's running through his newspaper with his eyes.
"Here we go." I give one of the full tea cups from my hand to Sherlock and the other one to John. I walk back to the kitchen, pick up my cup of tea too and I throw myself next to Sherlock onto the sofa.
"Sherlock..." Mrs. Hudson runs up the stairs. "D. I. Lestrade is here... He says it's really important..." And Lestrade is already standing behind her. "I think I'll go downstairs then..." And she lets him in to the living room and she turns around and goes downstairs.
"Morning!" Says Lestrade.
"There is got to be something really important that is has to be solved in a short time..." Says Sherlock without even looking up from his newspaper.
"Why do you think that?" Lestrade asks.
"Well otherwise you'd just text me or call me..." Says Sherlock again as he puts his cup of tea to the coffee table in front of him and then he folds up his newspaper and puts it next to the cup.
"Yeah, that's true..."
"Anyway, what's the problem?" Sherlock looks at Lestrade and John is starts to listen more too.
"Moriarty..." Lestrade's voice is brakes by the end of this word.
"What? Again? What happened now?" Sherlock jumps up from the sofa.
"A nail bomb just like last time..." Lestrade tries to explain, but Sherlock cuts into his words.
"Where?" Sherlock asks.
"Brick Lane..."
"Oh for…" Sherlock cuts into Lestrade's sentence. "Damn…" And he jumps up and run to the table next to the sofa to get his notes. "This…" He resumes his sentence. "This is the message that I have found on the inside of the bag…" And he shoves a piece of paper, a piece of his notes into Lestrade's hand.
"Damn…" Lestrade's face goes white. So white that Shara was ready to jump in case he faints. "When did you find out about this?"
"On Tuesday, after I've got the pieces from you." Sherlock says as he picks up his tea cup from the coffee table from in front of me.
"And you didn't tell me…" And as these words are come out of Lestrade's mouth I jump up from the sofa.
"I go and get changed then… I expect that Sherlock is going to want to see the crime scene…"
"Ok…" Starts Sherlock starts his sentence again. Until you get changed I get the information from Lestrade that he already knows…"