NOTE: I am sorry for the delay! Thanks for reading and thank you "Merlin is not a dude" for your nice comment! So I have figured out a lot of this story already in my head just need to go on writing it down Hope you enjoy!
Chapter3
The rays of early sunlight crawling over his face ever so slightly wakened him from various versions of nightmares with always the same woman as main character, haunting him even in his dreams. He rose from his bed feeling stiff and exhausted. He decided a shower would clear his sleepy mind and would give him back the ability to think straight.
The stream of hot water made him actually feel better and when he finally came into the living room, John was already sitting at the kitchen table. Looking at him sternly over his breakfast, Sherlock already knew that he had to answer a lot of questions, he had no answer to.
Sherlock managed to describe the situation at the pool to John without mentioning how close he got to lose control. John refused to let this go so he had to explain at least part of the encounter last night. The look of concern was clearly visible in John´s expression, his forehead furrowed but eventually he sighed when he realized Sherlock wouldn´t give him any more information.
The following days went by without a new case and Sherlock couldn´t help it, in his boredom he contemplated over Moriaty again and again.
The scent of her perfume and the closeness of their soaking wet bodies, her voice in his head trying to lure him out to come and play. In his whole life there were only a few occasions when he felt drawn to another person in this manner. This sexual manner. He was perfectly clear about the fact that he felt drawn to her because of the simple fact that she matched him intellectually and she was perfectly aware of it, used it even.
Right now there was little for him to do, he knew that he would´ve to wait until she decided to encounter him. So he stayed in the flat reclining on the couch in his dark blue dressing gown, waiting for – just waiting for anything to happen at all. Any kind of distraction, a stupid simple case, he would take everything right now. He even started to consider doing some drugs to distract him but John was worried and wouldn´t allow it anyway.
It stayed like this for a weeks until eventually his new phone buzzed next to him on the table. He had thrown himself on the couch this morning and hadn´t moved much since then. His eyes glanced over to the new phone (his old one died after it went in the pool with him and John had to get a new one for him) and considered to call John to get it for him. Probably it was Lestrade, hopefully it was him with at least something to do for him.
He tried to remember if John was at home, he´d said something about leaving because of something that morning, Sherlock wasn´t sure and finally he sighed and leaned over to grab the phone from their coffee table. The second he saw the display his fingers trembled ever so slightly as he saw the message from an unknown number. He sat up and just starred at it for a moment.
"How are things? Did you miss me? If you want your coat back, meet me in an hour at Millennium Bridge. Kisses GM"