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The Nails Of Terror (Chapter 12)
21:45, Monday: In front of 221B Baker Street
The night was quite pleasant… My first impression of Mycroft was completely different than the side he showed me tonight… We had a nice dinner had a couple glasses of wine, not too much of course, and we had a pleasant chat on the way back home… Now we're standing in front of 221B and saying our good bye. I face to the way of his car, he faces to the way of the house.
"Tonight was really good and I'm glad that I've spent it with you…" I say.
"I'm glad you saying things like that…" He closes his eyes and leans in to kiss me… I lean back a bit just out of the way of his face and hold my hands up for him to kiss it. He opens his eyes and realizes that my hand is in front of his face. In the same second the door flies open of 221B and as I turn around I can see the outline of a person standing there… The person rushes up to us… It's Sherlock… He violently pushes me out of the way, grabs Mycroft's collar and pushes him up against his car.
"Oh, hey Little Brother!" Mycroft says choking a bit by Sherlock's grip.
"Don't… You… Even… Think… About… It…" Sherlock takes a bit of pause between every word.
"Think about what?" He asks in a surprised voice.
"You were kissing with Shara! I've seen you two! Just a minute ago…" Says Sherlock nearly bursting out of anger.
"Oh, I got it! Little Sherlock fell in love! He lost his head again… Who was the other lady… Oh or should I rather say… The Lady?" Mycroft is being sarcastic… I can hear it in his voice. Sherlock tightens his grip on his collar.
"I'll beat the sh…"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa…" I squeeze in between him and Mycroft to try to keep Sherlock away from Mycroft. "There is no need to use violence is there?" I ask and in the same second Sherlock lets go of Mycroft's collar and rushes inside.
"So what about the crime scene?" Mycroft asks as he smoothes out his collar.
"I'll text you…" I answer as I rush after Sherlock slamming the door behind me.
"Sherlock. Sherlock!" Whisper, well nearly shout after him as I run up the stairs. "You're going to wake up Mrs. Hudson if you stump your feet on the stairs like that!" He's not saying anything just slams the door as he rushes into the living room. I manage to stop it before it shuts.
"Sherlock!" I burst out. "He leant in to kiss me but I leant back and held my hand up so he didn't kiss me!"
"You don't get it!" He bursts out too and pushes me against the door. His hands placed on the door right next to my ears. He's close to me but not uncomfortably close. I look into his eyes and I can see that he's really angry, but why is he doing this?
"We were competitive, me and Mycroft… In everything… But this, now, is not about a competition this is somehow different…" He moves his head closer to mine so that our noses are touching…
' This is cannot be real! He's too kind… I stare into his eyes, he's starring back… I cannot handle myself now… I can feel my cheeks going red and my pulse is climbing… He moves in to kiss me, I'm trying to move back, but my back hits the door. There is no way out of here now, so I just have to go with the flow…'
I let myself relax now and he kisses me… I definitely know he's not drunk now, but I kiss back. He wraps his arms around me and pulls himself closer to me and pushes me to the door even more. In the next minute I can feel that he's lifting me up and takes me to the way of his bedroom, his lips attached to mine all the way. He lays me on his bed softly and he starts to take his shirt off. After he throws his shirt to the side he climbs on top of me and starts to unzip the zip on the back of my dress. Slowly. He's kissing my neck as he's doing that. I let the air from my lungs slowly out and take a breath in at the same speed; Sherlock looks up from my neck. He looks at me. His eyes are questioning me, but he pulls the dress off me from my ankle and takes my shoes off and seconds later he's on me again. He's kissing me again… He grabs my hips… His grip is so strong, but somehow so kind and gentle, but in the next minute he turns around so that now I'm on top of him. My left ear is right next to his head.
"Now you show me what you can do." He purrs into my ear, in that ever so calm and strong voice of his. And he kisses me again.
When our lips are apart I trace down with my lips from his neck, through his chest and stomach until I meet with his trousers on his him. I give a kiss to the right side of his hip. I look up at him; he looks down at me and runs a hand through my hair. I continue what I started… I start to unbutton his trousers and pull them off him. I climb back on him after I'm finished with them. He grabs my hips again and turns back to our starting position.
"Now it's my turn again!" He says with a big grin on his face. He grabs my arms, pulls them above my head and in the next minute I can hear a click from the direction of the bed head and I can feel cold metal around both of my wrists.
"Sherlock? What is that?" I ask him.
"Well…" He leans close to my left ear. "Those my dear are a pair of handcuffs."
"What for?" I ask in a shaky voice.
"Well, to keep you still, of course!" And he quickly sticks his lips to mine.
He slips his hands down to my hips and he starts to take my knickers off…