My sweet William,
I am overjoyed that you feel you can be yourself with me one hundred percent. I feel I can be myself unabashedly with you as well. I love who you are. Your soul is beautiful and your heart is good. Your mind and intelligence…well, it's no secret that I find it endearing. Sexy, if we're being honest. I want you; all of you. The good and the bad.
I had so much fun with you yesterday as we went through various shops to find the perfect chair. I've never seen you so carefree. It was so nice to see you having fun and acting completely silly together. I especially loved finding all of those rather strange but beautiful items in the thrift shops. It definitely caught our interest for a while. In the end, we found this lovely yellow chair that brightens up your flat a bit. You told me it would be like having a piece of me living with you; a happy reminder to look on the bright side, as I so often tell you.
Stepping into your flat again with everything as it should be…it was like home. I felt myself take a breath of relief being in 221B with you. I've always loved the cosiness of it. It has a certain charm to it much like its inhabitant. I enjoyed staying the night with you, to be surrounded by your scent on the bedsheets and your eager lips on mine. One of these days, you'll end up snogging me senseless…not that I'd mind. I wore my yellow satin and black lace nightie which I could tell you loved. You called me your honeybee as you kissed me. I loved it.
When you come by Bart's next, I have some thumbs for you to experiment on. It's not much, but it's all I can provide for you right now. The autopsy I did today you may want to look over. It was staged as a suicide but I found the smallest incision points in the wrist. The victim was most definitely poisoned. By whom is still a mystery.
I know you're visiting Eurus today. I hope it all goes well. You're usually a bit undone after each visit, so you can come to me if you need. I'll be up late anyways. I have an essay to work on. I love you, Sherlock. Always.
With all my love,
Your honeybee xxx
p.s. what is a cation? It's a paw-sitively charged ion. =^.^=