He felt their lips touch for a third time, something exploding inside of him. He noticed her hair coming undone and could feel it tickling his cheeks as if fell from the pins.
He lay next to her, unable to sleep. He could hear her heavy breathing and the occasional soft snore. He was thinking about the events of the night. How he had wanted to be with her since he had met her. They had had an immediate connection. There had been something about her that had intrigued him. She had an aura of mystique and secrets. Sherlock had had to find out more about her. It seemed even he was not immune to the atmosphere that she created. He realised he had been subconsciously drawing circles on her back and stopped. He heard a moan from the woman next to him. She turned to face him. The curtain of coal black hair had been left down and was currently framing her face. Somehow her lipstick had stayed on despite their activities. He stared into her chocolate coloured eyes and noticed a different set of emotions looking back at him. There was still soms sorrow but her eyes mainly consisted of happiness and content - an emotion he had never seen in her eyes. She smiled a big smile and reached her mouth to meet with his. He found his hands on her once more and laughed at the memories of the previous night. She pulled his body down on hers as she too thought of their time together. They pulled away for air then continued their kissing. Sherlock had never been with anyone like this. His nights had been awful after John got married. They were empty and even Mrs Hudson had stopped trying to cheer him up. He would've seen Molly but she was too busy with Tom. Now he didn't have to worry about the lonely nights. He had someone new in his life. Someone who is just as good as John at solving mysteries. He didn't know how he coped without her, his hero, his red lipped savior.
Author's note - sorry it's too short but I wanted to wrap things up! Please review!