Hello again! Here's a little something to tide you over for now…. (:
Later that evening, Sherlock looked up from his chair as he heard a knock against the open door.
"Hi."
Motioning at Caitlin to come in, she came to sit across from him. Curling up in John's chair, Caitlin was silent for a moment before holding out something to Sherlock.
"I brought your shirt back."
When he didn't take it, she just rolled her eyes and set it on the lamp table next to her. He was observing her, and it was very unnerving.
"I'm sorry I rushed out so suddenly earlier. Truth be told, it is getting to me. First my sister and then my boss. It just makes me worried. Am I next?"
Sherlock was still just looking at her, his gaze unmoving. Shifting uncomfortably, Caitlin just muttered,
"Sherlock will you please say something? Either that or stop staring at me. You're making me nervous."
Shifting his eyes away for a moment, he cleared his throat and stood.
"Sorry. You're very distracting to me."
Not quite sure how to respond to that, Caitlin just remained silent. Watching as Sherlock walked to the kitchen and turned the kettle on, Caitlin's thoughts raced. What was this game that they were playing? Sherlock was very hard to read, and she couldn't figure him out. Was he toying with her, or did he really have some sort of feelings for her? She certainly knew her own feelings. She was also sure that he had figured them out. Caitlin was terrified of Sherlock, she didn't want him to just toy with her, even if he was doing it unintentionally. What scared her the most however was that he was going to break her heart. Caitlin was startled out of her reverie when a cup was thrust under her nose. Taking it, Sherlock sat back down stating,
"You looked like you could use that."
"Thank you."
As the two sat in silence, Caitlin glanced at the man across from her, assuming he had slipped back into his mind palace. She was surprised when she heard his comforting baritone murmur,
"You're not next."
Looking at him inquisitively, he repeated him statement.
"You aren't next. I won't let anyone harm you."
Staring at Sherlock, Caitlin was stunned for a moment before grinning.
"Why Mr. Holmes, with statements like that, it sounds as if you care about me."
"I do."
At that statement, Caitlin almost choked on her tea and set her cup down before she spilled it everywhere. Wiping her watery eyes she sucked some much needed air in before squeaking,
"You do?"
"Do I really need to repeat myself?"
When Caitlin scowled at him, he just huffed and rolled his eyes.
"I admit I care for you very deeply. Most emotions are foreign to me, but I do have some no matter what others may think. I don't know what these emotions are at the moment, but I do care for you, and I don't want anything to happen to you."
Before Sherlock knew what was happening, Caitlin was straddling him, her thighs resting on either side of his lap. Caitlin rested her forehead against his and whispered,
"I care for you too Sherlock. I care for you very much."
With that, Caitlin leaned forward and kissed him, her lips soft against his. Giving in to his annoying emotions Sherlock responded, his arms wrapping around her waist as his hands pulled her close. As their kiss intensified, and Caitlin reached out and buried her fingers in his thick curls. She shivered with pleasure when she felt his calloused fingers run over the bare skin of her back after sliding under her shirt. Pulling apart for lack of air, Caitlin gasped before moaning when Sherlock started to trail hot kisses down her neck. Caitlin jumped and let out a whimper when she felt him bite down hard, but not too hard, on her throat right by the top of her collarbone. Breathing his name, she stuttered as he continued his very pleasurable torture,
"I think we should t-take this to the b-bedroom."
"I concur," he hummed against her throat before standing quickly. Caitlin wrapped her legs securely around his waist before placing another kiss to his lips.
As soon as Sherlock had walked them into his bedroom, he kicked the door shut before dropping her very ungracefully onto the bed. As he loomed over her, Caitlin sucked in a deep breath, her eyes closing as she felt his lips against her skin once more. Caitlin's eyes popped back open and a shiver ran down her spine when Sherlock's fingertips ran under her shirt, sliding it up and over her head in the process. Pausing for a moment, the two just looked at each other silently as they tried to catch their breath. Caitlin looked up at him from where she lay on the bed, Sherlock's green/blue eyes burning into hers. Feeling the bed depress as he kneeled on either side of her, his hands resting on either side of her head, he let her undo his shirt before throwing it toward the end of the bed. Reaching down to pull her to him, Sherlock rolled them over so that she sat straddling him, her hands firmly grasping his broad shoulders. Feeling his hands run up her back before stopping to unhook her bra, Caitlin grinned slyly as she threw the flimsy article of clothing off to join Sherlock's shirt at the foot of the bed.
"Well Mr. Holmes, shall we begin?"
Gripping her waist tightly when she started to softly run her hands over his chest, his voice rumbled deeply.
"Indeed Miss O'Connor."
Early morning light peeked into the window, landing on the couple sleeping in bed. Sherlock had his arm wrapped securely around Caitlin's waist as she was snuggled comfortably into his side. Her head rested on his shoulder, her arm against his chest, and the bed sheets were tangled up in their legs. Unfortunately however, the duties of the day could not wait. A soft knock sounded at the door before John walked in.
Sherlock, you up? I-God! Sorry!"
Blinking at the man who had interrupted their sleep, both Sherlock and Caitlin let out a yawn before Sherlock sat up, stifling a weary chuckle when Caitlin just rolled over in bed and burrowed under the covers. Managing to look annoyed even while being tired, Sherlock groaned.
"What are you on about this early John?"
John had turned to stare at the wall as Sherlock climbed out of bed and pulled on his pajama pants. Sherlock wanted to laugh at the blush the other man sported, but he settled for a smirk and shuffled past him into the living area. Hearing the hurried footsteps of his flatmate behind him, Sherlock ran a hand through his already messy curls before pouring some coffee.
"Well?"
Clearing his throat uncomfortably, John just looked back and forth from the closed door of the bedroom to Sherlock.
"So, you and Caitlin."
Rolling his eyes, Sherlock just took a drink of the steaming liquid. Glancing down at the paper, he hummed in amusement before looking back up.
"Not what I meant. What are you so desperate to tell me that you had to burst into my room at 6:30 in the morning?"
"Oh, Greg called."
"Who?"
"Lestrade Sherlock. You have to learn his name at some point."
Scoffing, Sherlock continued to flip through the paper.
"Names aren't important."
Glancing back toward the bedroom, John just cleared his throat once more. Huffing, Sherlock went to sit before muttering,
"Fine. If I answer the questions you are so obviously dying to ask me, will you inform me of the conversation that went on between yourself and Greg?"
John nodded before sitting across from his friend. Sherlock just raised an eyebrow before saying,
"Well?"
Reiterating his previous statement, John stated,
"So, you and Caitlin hmm?"
"What about us?"
"Is she your girlfriend?"
Pausing, Sherlock pondered that question for a moment. He replied thoughtfully,
"I don't know. We haven't discussed it as of yet."
Snorting, John took a sip of coffee before choking at Sherlock's next statement.
"The sex is very good however."
Sucking in a breath, John just exclaimed hoarsely, the hot liquid having burned his throat.
"Jesus Sherlock!"
Sherlock just smirked before getting up to refill his coffee mug. Looking up as a very blurry eyed Caitlin shuffled in to sight, hair mussed and eyes half closed, he grinned when she yawned. Straightening the shirt of Sherlock's she'd thrown on she grumbled,
"Will someone please explain to me why I'm up at this ungodly hour?"
Holding a mug of coffee out to her Sherlock just stated,
"Blame John, he's the one who woke us up."
Sitting at the table, Caitlin just threw John a glare while sipping her drink. John noticed however that Sherlock had come to stand behind Caitlin and placed a hand on her shoulder, his fingers gently massaging her. Knowing by looking, he knew Sherlock was doing it unconsciously. John couldn't help but grin. The two may not be in love, but he had a feeling it might head that way. Glancing over to John, Sherlock asked,
"Are you going to tell me what Lestrade said or not?"
"Oh, sorry. Yeah, he'd like for us to come down when we're ready."
Putting his mug down, Sherlock turned to head to the bathroom when John said,
"Caitlin he wants you to come too."
Turning back around, Sherlock met Caitlin's wide eyes. Breaking the gaze she murmured softly,
"Alright, let me go clean up and I'll be back down in thirty minutes."