Sorry for the late update, but I have seen the episodes so often I can dream them and because of that my interest in it is diminishing. I reckon when the new episodes come out it will rekindle, but that's taking too long, so I'll try to heighten the flame some other way. Right now I'm watching the film from 2009.
It is also a small update; I'm trying to get back into it.

I'm going to change the rating of Private Entries to adult. So far it's been readable for most, but I do plan on adding adult content. I'm sorry if I compromise any of my readers with this.

Private Entries.

Third Entry.

Sherlock BBC series.

Fan Fiction by Bumblebee.

Alright I admit it, I like him. A lot.

It was pouring outside this morning. In fact it was raining all day, like it has been for the past week, but this morning it was the worse and of course I chose that time to do some shopping. When I returned I dropped my shoes and coat in hallway. I considered taking off my trousers as well, but it would be embarrassing if Mrs. Hudson or one of the other renters spotted me in my wet underwear. I'm certain they would understand, but I chose to soak the carpet instead.
The door to our rooms was open; as it usually was and I opened my mouth to complain again, but stopped when I spotted Sherlock lying on the couch with his eyes closed. At first I thought he was sleeping, but his head moved ever so slightly and he was wearing headphones. He looked content, no happy; the small smile and utter relaxed state said enough.
A pool of water was forming around my feet on the wooden floorboards and I knew I had to get out of these clothes before I got a serious cold, but I didn't want to move. I still find it hard to describe how he looked, but I found him very attractive. Yes, I was highly attracted to him at that point.
I'm not sure how long I had been standing there, but eventually Sherlock opened his mouth and said; "are you done staring?"
"No." You must understand that at that moment I hadn't realized what I had said.
"You'll get a cold like that." He opened his eyes and looked amused.
"Yes!" I slapped my hand in my face and I could feel it heat up from embarrassment "God. I am so sorry." I feel abash just thinking about it. I left my bags at the door and hurried to my room. It's where I am right now. I have changed, but I think I'll wait a while before heading back down. I'm certain Sherlock is clever enough to conduct that he is cleaning up the groceries.

~Fin

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