Sherlock X reader
Title: I don't know
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mrs Hudson?, you.
Warnings: None really, slight mention of sexual tension lol idk
Word count: 1011
You loosened the scarf off your neck and placed the bags on the table, “Well, I’ve got the basics: milk, bread, eggs and the sheep’s eyeballs you wanted. Sherlock! You listening?” You rolled your eyes at the lack of response from the man with his chin resting on his close palmed fingertips, as John lifted his nose up from the newspaper in his hand and gave you an apologetic gaze.
‘Mind palace’ his mouth formed the words, soundlessly.
“Of course.” You rolled your eyes again, maybe a bit too far back.
“Keep that up and your eyeballs might just roll back into your socket.” Sherlock mused.
“The lord speaks!” You exclaimed, sarcasm dripping from each enunciated syllable.
The corner of his lips turned upwards, and you raised your eyebrows.
“Is that a smile I see?” You questioned; amused by his odd gesture.
“Perhaps.” He stated as his lingering gaze tore off you and resumed his activities of doing who knows what.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, your look asking for answers from John, Sherlock was acting odd – more so than usual, should that be alarming or not? Shrugging the questions off you waved at the two “I’ll be taking my leave then, call me if you need me. Goodbye gentlemen.” You walked down, “Bye Mrs Hudson,” you shouted before taking your leave.
John’s nose was still above the paper as he observed Sherlock.
“What?” Sherlock said; a hint of irritation in his tone.
John reluctantly put his paper beside him, “Sherlock, what was that?”
“What was what?”
“That stare, I know that stare anywhere.”
“As much as it pains me to say this, feel free to expand.”
“Well…” John started, “you like her.”
Sherlock snickered.
“Me?” He mused, “absolutely absurd; you feeling okay John?”
“What, no.” John straightened himself up, “don’t start to give me that: ‘I’m married to my job crap.’ You like her. Fact.”
“Leave the deducing to the professionals. Now get me some coffee, would you.”
John sighed in defeat grouchily walking off.
“What do I do?” Sherlock wondered around in the room, pacing around, his chin on his fingertips. The walls were dark and the only source of light was the dim ray of moonlight that sneaked in through the windows – the light glistened against his calm, pacific eyes.
“Well just confess, you like me. Odd for you- but after all, you are only human” Y/N said.
“But I’m not this human. Emotions are just not for me. Especially ones that are so strong, powerful, so dominant.
Agh!
I just can think anymore, and what am I if I can’t think!
It’s you. You’ve made me like this. You’ve made me just a little bit more human. You Y/N.
Why.”
“Well I can’t answer you properly can I? I’m a figment of your overactive imagination. So just speak, talk to me. Maybe, just maybe, it can lead to a revelation.”
“Fine.” Sherlock grumbled.
He ran his hands through his hair.
“I don’t like you. I just have a strong emotion of admiration towards you. You’re uncommon.
First time I met you, you were smiling as if you didn’t have a care in the world. I despised that. Shook you off as another average human, who couldn’t differentiate between careless wonderland and the malicious earth. I couldn’t have been more wrong. You walked up to me and reached your hand out to me ‘Hello’ you said ‘my name’s Y/N’ you said. And that was it; your voice trapped me – ensnared me. Each and every syllable carved in my brain, my pulse increased just a bit, my pupils dilated just a bit but obviously I shrugged it off, frightened of such foreign emotions. That was a long time ago but still, look at me. Every single day since you reeled me in. The way you bite your tender lips, bat your delicate eyelashes, play with your opulent hair. The way you hold and carry yourself with such poise. How you articulate exactly what I’m thinking, challenge my thoughts, put so much faith and trust in me and the way you jus- agh. Look what you’ve done to me. Look at what a mess I am. And what’s excruciatingly painful is how oblivious you are. You’ve made an utter wreck out of me and yet you touch my arm and giggle like it doesn’t do anything to me. It’s frustrating.”
He sighed, gazing at Y/N with such adoration, tenderness and longing.
There was such anguish visible in his delicate eyes, yet a spark of passion and determination flickering within.
Haltingly he took one step forward and another and another, and another. Towering over her due to his height.
“Sherlock. What are you doing?”
“You should know.”
His eyes were brilliant and blazing in the pure, silver light of the moon. He rested his forehead on Y/N.
“A confession you wanted, a confession you’ll get.” He whispered in your ear, his tone low and deep. He inched closer and closer to Y/N lips. Now their bodies were intertwined, his hand on her lower back holding her tightly in a hug an embrace while hers rested on the back of his neck- only air between them. And the sexual tension.
“I. Love. Yo-”
“-u. There’s a case for you. Hey, Sherlock. Sherlock. Come on, we’ve got a case.”
He blinked a few times, 3 to be precise. Your voice was like a splash of cold water on a warm day. A clandestine shade of ruby spread across his face.
“Ah. Y/N, a case, um yes.” He stuttered, his words and thoughts so unorganised for the first time in a long time.
“You okay?” You pressed your forehead against his, your hands resting on his shoulders. “God. Sherlock you have a fever.” You gasped, concern and worry heavily present in your tone.
“No, I’m well. Just, just thinking about somethi- about, um yo-”
He laid still, his head resting on your shoulder, his body numb in your arms as you clung onto him tightly.
“Sherlock? SHERLOCK!”
