Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 159
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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A/N: Penny was in the room, it was time for the penny to drop. Usually refers to a secret being revealed.
"Only your real friends tell you when your face is dirty."~ Sicilian Proverb
Three and a half Weeks Later
Present Day
Sherlock walked in the door sulking. He had only one visit left. Well it was not his fault. She was practically begging him to make a deduction. Moreover, it was not fair that Mycroft demanded that he start all over again because of the last… incident with Ayyad!
Sherlock considered the fact that he could argue that point with Mycroft.
Three weeks of twice-weekly sessions…, wasted.
He sighed.
Sherlock closed the door as he took two steps at a time.
He froze.
Was that John moaning?
His heart started racing. He now wished that he had John's gun. He slowly made his way to John's bedroom door and put his hand on the knob prepared to break in the door and save John, when John moaned again.
Sherlock's eyebrows rose.
It suddenly occurred to him that John's moaning was not a result of pain. He heard another moan, not John's, Sherlock noted.
This was a development.
Did John not yet realize that the walls were notoriously thin Sherlock wondered. He frowned and filed the information away for future reference. He was not sure why.
Sherlock smiled, as he thought of seven, no eight ways to torment John with this little piece of information.
Sherlock smirked and did something unusual. He decided to make tea. He was suddenly in a mood for Earl Gray.
John and Mary walked in to find Sherlock sitting in his chair calmly sipping on John's Earl Gray tea.
"John, Ms. Myers." Sherlock greeted with a small smile.
"Sherlock I thought you were supposed to have an extra long session today?"
"It was cancelled midway through. It must have been something I said." Sherlock soured slightly then brightened again at the look of discomfort on John's face.
"Um… Mary was just dropping off … a file from Mycroft." John thought he would at least try.
John did not notice his left foot tapping.
Sherlock looked John and Mary up and down taking in their appearance. John's hair was sticking up in some places. Mary's long hair was down and slightly messy. It was normally kept in a neat ponytail. Both were a little disheveled. Both had skin that was flushed, lips that were swollen. His eyes stopped at John and he smirked.
There was a tense moment of silence where Sherlock simply looked at John, who at this point, tapped his foot nervously as he waited.
Sherlock slowly took a sip of tea.
Sherlock cleared his throat loudly as he caught John's eyes. He then pointedly looked at John's lower body then up to his eyes again. John frowned looked down then cursed.
The sound of a zipper being pulled up was heard in the room.
Sherlock decided that since the penny was in the room, it was time for the penny to drop.
"Tea John? Oh, I'm sorry Ms. Myers how rude of me. I assumed from the sounds coming from John's bedroom that you're already quite full."
"Wait Sherlock, you have no bloody right…," John stopped his rant suddenly and changed the subject, "… wait, you knew her name. You never remember their names."
Sherlock eyes widened at John as he coughed and then shook "no" once with his head, while still looking at John.
John frowned at Sherlock then pinched the bridge of his nose as he realized how it must have sounded to Mary.
Sherlock took another sip and waited for the fireworks to begin. He briefly wondered if he should have gotten one of Mrs. Hudson's biscuits.
John turned to Mary flustered. "Mary, what I meant to say…" one of her fingers was put on John's lips to stop him from speaking.
Sherlock interrupted suddenly feeling sorry for John.
He meant to help John, but Sherlock's social skills being what they were, caused him to only make things worse.
"Come, come Ms. Myers, I am sure John meant nothing by it. I have deduced that it's a good possibility that he cares for you more the innumerable amount of women that flows through this flat. Come, sit, and share a cup of tea with John. I'm sure you won't mind sharing since you've obviously shared bodily fluids, some possibly orally."
Sherlock held out a teacup in a gesture of peace and good will.
Mary took out her gun.
John intervened, "Now Mary…"
She put the gun on the table, smiled at John then explained, "Too much temptation."
John nodded his understanding.
Sherlock looked relieved when Mary put the gun down; for a moment, Sherlock thought that this time he had gone too far.
He could never really tell.
Mary walked up to Sherlock and put one hand on his chair leaning so close that their lips were practically touching. Sherlock frowned and leaned back until his head hit the back of the chair. She simply adjusted and leaned back as well.
She then took the tea from the hand of a stunned Sherlock Holmes. She took a sip staying in his face and then put her mouth next to his ear as she moaned.
It was not unlike what he had heard earlier a part of Sherlock's brain realized. Her lips accidentally brushed the back of his ear near the neck where the artery was located. She moaned again. Sherlock's eyes involuntarily closed. He heard another low moan in reply.
His eyes shot open in horror as he realized that his body had betrayed him and the moan was coming from him.
As he looked into her eyes, there was a smirk. She now leaned back a little and used one finger to close his mouth.
"Better close those beautiful lips of yours Mr. Holmes, no telling what might wiggle its way inside.
Sherlock glared at her as he tried to regain some composure. She put one of her hands on his thigh, he stuttered indignantly. "Do… You… Mind!"
She looked down lingering then up smirking. "So… you are playing on our team after all, what a surprise. Or do you switch teams every now and then?"
"By the way, your tea was a little cooler than I'm used to. I like it hot."
She then straightened up and walked to a very stunned John who still had his mouth partially open.
She took advantage and kissed him briefly as she retrieved her gun.
Mary then walked out of the door confidently without turning back.
There was a stunned silence for a few minutes.
"Um," Sherlock frowned and finally said.
"Yeah," John replied still shocked.
Brief Silence
Sherlock raised his eyebrows before asking.
"Tea?"
"Oh yeah, thanks," John walked over and sat down next to Sherlock.
As Sherlock was about to take a sip he frowned and exchanged tea cups with John.
At John's questioning glance, Sherlock explained. "Your special friend, your teacup."
"Oh," was John's simple answer. He did not argue only took the cup.
"So your little experiment backfired did it?" John took a sip.
Brief silence
Sip
"A bit." Sherlock admitted.
Sip
"Lost the bet with Mycroft?" John already guessed the answer.
"Yes." Sherlock's face turned sour again.
"A shame, a shame, you were so close this time." John briefly wondered if Mrs. Hudson made biscuits.
Silence
Sip
Silence
John frowned and took a sip before speaking.
"Sherlock… did I really just hear you moan?"
"John, you are free to make your own deductions," Sherlock replied calmly
John mouth formed a silent "Oh."
John looked Sherlock up and down, frowned, and then opened his mouth to ask another question.
"Sherlock…, um, did you have an…"
"Shut up John," Sherlock cleared his throat then continued to drink his tea.
"I mean," John continued, "It's perfectly natural. I'm a doctor; it's nothing to get embarrassed about…"
"What part of shut and up, spoken in a fragmented sentence do you not understand, John?" Sherlock replied with a glare directed at his friend.
"Alright, alright; just trying to be helpful," John, replied smirking.
They both resumed drinking their tea.
Both men sat in silence as they stared occasionally at the door. Sherlock with curiosity, John with a smile.
"Sherlock you never said why you chose to remember her name." John was curious.
"Something told me that with this one, I needed to." Sherlock replied simply shrugging.
John was thoughtful for a moment. Then he nodded.
"So, crap telly?" John asked looking at Sherlock. Sherlock considered for a minute.
"I think Jeremy Kyle is soon on. I know how much you like to yell at him."
Sherlock nodded and smiled.
A/N: A little different, I hope you enjoyed. We are very near now. Tell me your thoughts.
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