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Something you had never expected Sherlock Holmes to be was a cuddler. But he was. This was something you had learned after five months into your relationship with the consulting detective. You found out just this morning, the weight of his arm around your waist, face in the crook of your neck. Your eyes opened drearily, the morning sun leaking in through the window. You turn cautiously, trying not to wake your boyfriend up. Rubbing your eyes sleepily, you watch his form. He shifts a little in his sleep when you move your arm, but continues to snooze. He hadn't been sleeping for a couple days because of a case, and the purple bruises under his eyes were getting slightly better after one night of rest.
You study his face closely, trying to burn the image into your mind. You mentally trace his features, working on remembering every inch. His dark curls fall into his face slightly. His eyelids fluttering while he dreams. His pink lips slightly parted, his cool breath brushing against your face. The fingers on the hand wrapped around your waist twitches slightly. His pale face having a bit of color. Your eyes trail over the shape of his face, the sharpness of his cheekbones, trailing over his nose. A small smile lights up your face. His normal emotionless face was peaceful. There wasn't the normal look of concentration. His features were relaxed.
You lean up slightly, kissing him just under his jawline. His lips twitched up into a smile for a second after you completed your action. You then close your eyes for a moment, drinking up your peaceful surrounding. The usually busy street was quiet, the only noise the faint chirp of a bird. You could barely hear Mrs. Hudson rustling about down stairs. You take a deep breath, and begin to slowly pull away from Sherlock. You had just barely made it out of his hold when his arm reached out and pulled you down again. "Stay," he muttered. He rests his chin on the top of your head, both arms going around your waist. He pulls you close to his chest, no space between you both. His deep hum of contentment resonated through his chest. "We have to get up sometime, Sherlock," you tell him quietly.
"I know," he grumbles. You smile slightly. "Look at the bright side, we can go get breakfast," you tell him. "And then we can go find a good murder to solve." You wait for his reply, but nothing came. Confused, you raise an eyebrow. "Sherlock?" you ask. He shifts slightly. "I-I'd rather be here with you," he says quietly. A crimson blush creeps upon your face. Did Sherlock just choose you over solving a murder? His favorite thing? You felt utterly flattered. "Well, I'm hungry. Let's go get some breakfast, then we can come back and cuddle," you say, jumping out of bed. He groans in reply. "Well, come on!" you say, hitting him with a pillow. "(Y/N)," he groans. You giggle and run out of the room. "We don't have to cuddle when we come back, Sherl. Maybe we can do something... more?" you tease from the living room.
The next thing you know, you hear a loud thud, and someone scrambling to get up.
You study his face closely, trying to burn the image into your mind. You mentally trace his features, working on remembering every inch. His dark curls fall into his face slightly. His eyelids fluttering while he dreams. His pink lips slightly parted, his cool breath brushing against your face. The fingers on the hand wrapped around your waist twitches slightly. His pale face having a bit of color. Your eyes trail over the shape of his face, the sharpness of his cheekbones, trailing over his nose. A small smile lights up your face. His normal emotionless face was peaceful. There wasn't the normal look of concentration. His features were relaxed.
You lean up slightly, kissing him just under his jawline. His lips twitched up into a smile for a second after you completed your action. You then close your eyes for a moment, drinking up your peaceful surrounding. The usually busy street was quiet, the only noise the faint chirp of a bird. You could barely hear Mrs. Hudson rustling about down stairs. You take a deep breath, and begin to slowly pull away from Sherlock. You had just barely made it out of his hold when his arm reached out and pulled you down again. "Stay," he muttered. He rests his chin on the top of your head, both arms going around your waist. He pulls you close to his chest, no space between you both. His deep hum of contentment resonated through his chest. "We have to get up sometime, Sherlock," you tell him quietly.
"I know," he grumbles. You smile slightly. "Look at the bright side, we can go get breakfast," you tell him. "And then we can go find a good murder to solve." You wait for his reply, but nothing came. Confused, you raise an eyebrow. "Sherlock?" you ask. He shifts slightly. "I-I'd rather be here with you," he says quietly. A crimson blush creeps upon your face. Did Sherlock just choose you over solving a murder? His favorite thing? You felt utterly flattered. "Well, I'm hungry. Let's go get some breakfast, then we can come back and cuddle," you say, jumping out of bed. He groans in reply. "Well, come on!" you say, hitting him with a pillow. "(Y/N)," he groans. You giggle and run out of the room. "We don't have to cuddle when we come back, Sherl. Maybe we can do something... more?" you tease from the living room.
The next thing you know, you hear a loud thud, and someone scrambling to get up.
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Stay with me [Sherlock Holmes x Reader]
[Name] stormed out of the 221C slamming her door shut on the way out.
“[Name]? Where are you going?” Sherlock asked as you made your way downstairs and out of the flat.
“None of your business!” you yelled as you huffed your way down
“Why indeed, it is my business, you haven’t been home last night and—“ Sherlock followed you downstairs, trying to catch up with you.
“Hell it’s none of your business, I’m old enough to take of myself Sherlock, you should just worry about your girlfriend!” you said sternly as you walk out of the flat.
“What? How is Janine in this?
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Mistletoe ( Sherlock Holmes x Reader )
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Title: Mistletoe
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Word Count: 1,063
You walked up the steps that led to flat 221B. That flat held two of your closest friends, Sherlock Holmes and his doctor, John Watson. They were planning on having a Christmas party tonight and they had asked for you to come over early and help. Neither of them had good taste when it came to decorating. So, they decided to call you up and ask for help. They believed that you would be able to give the apartment a nice touch that it needed for the party. You always seemed to have a good sense of style.
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Another Watson ( Sherlock Holmes x Reader ) 05
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Title: Another Watson
Number in Series: Five
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Word Count: 1,123
You were back at the private school, itchy red skirt and all. You help your teddy bear close to your chest, eyes flitting from person to person. Teachers with eyes like slits, students with dull expressions on their face. At first, it was hard for you to deal with all the other students, many of them being too uptight and rude. They were all just too wrapped up in their studies. You often ended up in detention because you were different and wouldn't follow the st
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