Sherlock One-Shots and Preferences

Mycroft - The Bakery

For @TerryThomas828

Mycroft's POV:

'A posh, important Government exsecutive should not be roaming the streets of London to find some stupid house.' I thought as i passed random strangers and shops. Disgusting scents of all sorts ravished my refined senses that made me cringe. Couldn't i have some sort of sheuffer? I SHOULD NOT BE DOI-

A delicious smell invaded my nose. I close my eyes and seperate the mouth watering smells.

Strawberries.

Mint chocolate.

Lemon- saffron

F...fu...FUDGE!

This is a most pleasureable smell. One of the most experienced bakers must be here. It smells better then any other desserts that i've had. I must find this shop.

I immediately let my nose lead me to a small bakery, just off the corner of the streets. The mouth watering scents were so much stronger, the windows and door to the somewhat nicely decorated bakery were open letting me get the full extent.

I walked into the bakery nonchalantly, scoping out the delicious desserts that looked as if they were fit for a king.

A beautiful young woman came out with a steaming pie on what looks like a pizza plank. She sets in down on a cooling rack and turns around not noticing me.

I clear my throat not wanting to wait any longer. She jumps and says;

"Oh I'm terribly sorry. I didn't see you there but how can i help you?" She said smiling a most elegant smile. She had a tad of flour on her face but i ignored it since it was cute.

'Cute? Get yourself together Mycroft you're not a teenage girl' my concious told me. I straightened my back and remembered i'm only here for cake.

"I'd like a slice of the best cake you have here Y\N." I said eyes gazing at her nametag and at the hundred or so types of desserts.

"Ah, so you would like our double Beligian fudge cake." She said briging out the cake.

My eyes went wide as i accepted the cake and sat at one of the Paris style table and chairs. I savored each bite, it was like heaven had settled on my tongue. In ths middle of my expirience, the kind baker brought me a cappachino.

"On the house." She smiled and walked back behind the counter, cutting strawberries.

*****

Ever since that day i came back the next and the next, not just becuase of the treats but because of the wonderful Y\N. I would come and we would chat, having much time to ourselves since the shop didn't have too many costomers. Everything about her was perfect, her smile, her laugh, her everything. I fell in love with her more and more eachday and i finally could not deny that i was in love with Y\N.

"Y\N i have something serious to talk about." I say getting her attention.

"Sure what's up mycroft?" she said sitting down across from me.

"I want you to come live with me and become my personal chef, that is if you want to be-" i said nervously, feeling that she wouldn't want to.

It was silent for a moment, but then she sprang up and danced around, then quickly cupped my face and kissed my lips with a burning passion. I was stunned and she broke away, her face red as a beet.

"I am so sorry, I- i wasn't thinking and i-" i interupted her by standing up and wrapping my arms around her, then kissing her forehead and leaning my chin on her head.

"Its alright. I've loved you for a while now, i just didn't know if you felt the same." I said slightly rocking her to the soft music playing from the bakery speakers.

I hummed along and intertwined our fingers, eventually leading to us slowly dancing to the music. She leant her head on my chest and we swayed for minutes, maybe even hours in eachothers embraces.

My phone rang, and i mentally cursed, before i could get it Y\N interupted.

"I will, move in with you." She smiled, and with that i threw the phone out the always open window, that emits the scents that brought me here in the first place; love.

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-CW