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She woke up that morning to an empty flat, as she expected. She did her daily routine as normal. It was quiet the whole morning which was odd and unfamiliar, she loved hearing Sherlock play. Her morning was lonely and empty without Sherlock.
Sherlock finishes putting all his things back in place in the sitting room, papers scattered and his skull resting on the mantle. Mycroft had dropped by earlier that evening and presented him and John with a case, John was dismissive at first seeing as though it was only yesterday morning that Sherlock was considered dead, but Sherlock inevitably took it, he was bored. He laid there in the couch in his standard praying position. He was silent while his mind finally had a purpose since a few months back when he was busy searching for Moriarty's gunmen.
"Sherlock" John interrupts the silence.
Sherlock darts open his eyes and says irritated, "What?"
"We need to talk" John says mystically.
Sherlock groans.
John searches for the correct way to tell Sherlock, "I'm going to ask Mary to marry me".
"Congratulations" he says poorly.
"Sherlock, I will be moving out to live with her" he divulges.
Sherlock shows a perplexed glance, "You'll be leaving? How would I ever find another flat mate who I can even somewhat stand?"
"I might know a certain Detective Inspector that you have been living with for the past 2 years" John smiles warmly.
"Regan? You want her to move in here, with me?" Sherlock speculates.
John confesses, "I spoke to her vaguely on the subject, she didn't seem to object".
"She knew before I did?" Sherlock is dumb founded.
"Yes" John says knowing that Sherlock would be upset.
Sherlock angrily throws himself to his feet and starts pacing through the sitting room, he then decides, "I'm going out". He grabs his coat and scarf and bundles himself up. Before John can say anything Sherlock exits the flat and leaps onto the sidewalk outside.
Regan lies in bed awake from her seemingly uneventful day, the first one she had for a long time. Her thoughts are interrupted by a hard string of knocks on her front door. She hurriedly jumps out of bed and ties her robe around her, she nearly trips as she dashes down the stairs. She opens the door and is immediately shoved aside to Sherlock inviting himself in.
She closes the door, "Sherlo-?" she says as she turns around, but is immediately cut off to Sherlock compelling his ice cold, wind chapped lips to hers. She is taken aback at the sudden closeness and pushes him away, "What are you doing?!"
"I thought it was obvious" he says smartly.
Regan utters, "Why are you doing that?"
"I was bored" he says dully.
Regan interlocks her fingers, "Sherlock, you can't just come here and kiss me out of nowhere, that's not what people do".
Sherlock apologizes, "I'm sorry".
"You should go home" she suggests.
"Alright" he musters.
Regan moves to the door to see him out, she waves him towards the door, "Goodbye".
He doesn't move, instead, all he says is, "I'm already home".
Regan stands there, frozen.
Sherlock moves to the door and pulls it shut, he turns to Regan, now only a few inches apart. He can hear her breathing heavier and heavier. Regan then forcefully grabs his face and pulls hers to his in a passionate kiss. As it thickens Regan wraps her legs around his hips and tells him to take her upstairs. He creeps up the stairs and into her bedroom where he tosses her onto her bed. He quickly strips off his coat and scarf, abandoning them to the floor and ditches his shoes next to them. He crawls onto the bed and over her fragile body, he kisses her on the lips, then the neck and begins a trail along her jaw.
Regan breathes heavily, soaking it all in. she unties her robe and throws it to the side. Sherlock mimics her with his jacket. She begins untucking his plum shirt from his pants and he hurriedly unbuttons each button before tossing it off the bed without a care.
The next morning she wakes up, intertwined in all the sheets with Sherlock, who is naked and looks flawless even after last night's engagements. She softly lifts her head from his chest as she tries not to wake him, but she fails.
"Good morning" She says gingerly as he slowly opens his eyes.
He turns his face to meet her eyes, "Morning" he says easily and then continues, "I don't mind if you move in".
"What?" Regan is utterly disordered.
"Once John leaves, it wouldn't bother me" he addresses.
Regan moves away from him so she won't have to strain her neck as she looks at him squarely, "When John moves out, you want me to move in?"
"That's what John said" he meets her puzzled look.
Regan thinks back to her chat the other night with John, "He asked me if I would check in on you every once and a while, I didn't think he meant for me to move in".
He quickly changes the subject, "I should go, I didn't tell John where I was going or when I would be back, he's probably worried".
He drags himself out of bed and slides his pants on, he gathers his shirt and the rest of his clothes. He takes a seat on the bed to tie his shoes, once He finishes he gets up and walks around to the other side of the bed where Regan lies. "Goodbye" he says softly as he lays a kiss upon her lips. He hovers for a moment but then dashes off downstairs and outside.
John is pacing through the sitting room as he is biting his finger nail in agitation. He hears to door open down the stairs and releases his nail from his mouth. Sherlock casually strolls in as he normally would, not paying any attention to John.
"Sherlock!?" John says furiously, "Where have you been, I was worried sick".
Sherlock draws his attention away from the morning paper, "As I said last night, Out".