SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 LAST EPISODE/SEASON 3 FIRST EPISODE
(Apologies for not spelling their names right. I also don’t know have any idea why this is so long.)
Ok, you know how in the beginning, like, the very first episode I believe? Sherlock has those patch things. Nicotine patches I believe they’re called? But anyway, he had nicotine patches, and so did Lestrade. Sherlock said, “I don’t even smoke.” And then pushed up his sleeve to show the patches. Lestrade replied “Neither do I.” and showed Sherlock his patches.
Then Sherlock went and “died” and what is Lestrade doing when Sherlock goes to tell him he isn’t dead? LESTRADE. IS. SMOKING. LIKE, I KNOW IT’S BEEN 2 YEARS, BUT WHAT HAPPENED TO THE NICOTINE PATCHES LESTRADE.
Is it because he misses Sherlock, or because Sherlock can’t help him with work?
Requested by: @theokepastos “I like the idea of him being happy, or maybe Sherlock being clueless, like him finding a new girlfriend, who "kidnapp" him when she thinks he works to much, for some rest, dinner, night at the pub or sexy time, and Sherlock not getting it or something like this, maybe crashing during one of their moment ? Thank you very much !” Thank you for the request!! I hope you like it 💜
Word Count: 755
Warnings: Steamy, and like 1 bad word I think
A/N: (See end of work)
The doors to Scotland Yard swung open with relative ease, considering you had your arms full with a surprise lunch for your boyfriend, DI Greg Lestrade. Back to back cases had meant that you’d barely had time to say good morning and good night to each other, and while you knew this was just one of the downsides of his job, you still tried your best to ensure that Greg wouldn’t neglect his own needs because of a case. You couldn’t help but grin as you went over your plans for the evening in your mind, anticipation growing with each step you took through the bustling building. You’d made reservations at a restaurant that had just opened a few blocks away from your apartment. It wasn’t anything too fancy, but the chicken parm came highly recommended, and neither of you cared much for fancy restaurants anyway. Lost in your thoughts, you would have walked past Greg’s office had his voice not rang out in surprise. “(Y/n)!” You stopped on a dime, beaming at him as you stepped back into the office. He stood as you closed the door behind you before placing the bags on his desk, a pleasantly surprised grin gracing his features. “What’s this, then?”
“What does it look like, silly? I brought you lunch,” You leaned up to kiss him, huffing a laugh when he eagerly met you half-way.
“You are a blessing,” A faint blush rose to your cheeks at the sincerity in his tone and you smiled softly.
“It’s my pleasure to be of service to Scotland Yard’s finest,” You said with a wink, causing him to shake his head as he reached out to pull you against him.
“C’mere, you,” His lips claimed yours in a passionate kiss. You couldn’t help the small groan that escaped you, your hands moving to grip the front of his shirt. It took no time at all before his tongue was sliding across your lip in a silent request that you happily obliged. The heat grew between you as your tongues danced, each press of his lips against yours growing more insistent than the last. “(Y/n), sweetheart,” He spoke between kisses. “Not that I don’t love where this is going,” He groaned as your attention moved to his neck, and you trailed a hand down his front to palm him through his trousers. “But I only have 30 minutes for my lunch-” Your lips found his once again, silencing his half-hearted protests as one of his hands tangled in your hair while the other wrapped around your waist to press you against his chest. “Did you at least lock-” The door swung open, revealing both the answer to Greg’s unfinished question and a tall, dark curly-haired man that you could only assume was one Sherlock Holmes, internet sensation and general pain in the ass of those who knew him. You jumped back with a small yelp, blood rushing to your cheeks.
“Sherlock, what do you mean- oh,” A shorter man stopped behind Mr. Holmes in the doorway, his eyes darting between you and Greg. “Sorry, are we interrupting?” A playful grin graced the man’s face as you shook your head.
“No! I was just-” You cleared your throat as you stepped further away from Greg, who dropped his head back with a frustrated sigh. “Just leaving. Greg, I’ll um. See you later, yeah?”
“Yeah, ‘course,” He offered an apologetic smile before two hands landed on your shoulders and guided you through the door.
“Yes, yes, now if you don’t mind,” The door slammed shut behind you, before you could process what had happened.
“Sherlock!” You heard the shorter man admonish the detective.
“What, John? We have more important things to do than indulge in idle chit chat,” You walked away before anyone could question the random civilian standing around outside a senior detective’s office. The blush never left your cheeks as you made your way back downstairs, and images of various debauchery plagued your mind for the rest of the day. Once outside, you realized you’d forgotten to tell Greg about the reservations and sent him a quick text with the details. Your phone dinged with his reply a few minutes later.
Okay, sweetheart. Sorry about Sherlock, promise to make it up to you later ;)
You bit your lip to hide the smile as you replied, anticipation already beginning to grow as you hailed a taxi to return to your flat.
Why, Detective Inspector, I believe I’ll hold you to that promise ;)
A/N: I can only apologize for how long this took me 😅 This is part 1 of 2, and 2 will have the dinner and dessert (*wink wink, nudge nudge*) in it. Once again title credit goes to @bakerstreethound, thanks love!
