Courtney Moriarty always stood apart from the crowd. She had grown up on the streets of London with her younger brothers. Their was only one thing holding her onto sanity... her best friend Sherlock Holmes.
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I watch in surprise as Courtney storms out of the room on the verge of tears. Courtney had to be one of the best composed people I have evermet. It must be serious for her to be almost crying. She didn't even insult Anderson on the way out.
Greg and I exchange a look before storming into the room. In the center of the room is Sherlock, a red hand mark on his cheek.
"What the hell did you do now?" Greg says with a groan.
"I said some things I shouldn't have it. It was nothing." Sherlock replies.
"Bloody hell, Sherlock. Whatever you said wasn't nothing. Oh gods, Sherlock. Courtney is crying because of you. " I explode.
"Hmm...No, that can't be right. Courtney never cries." Sherlock remarks.
"You know, you can be a real idiot sometimes. I can't take any more of this! She loves you, and you're to thick to see it! You got to fix this mess on your own." Julia snaps.
Sherlock's p.o.v:
Courtney ...loves me?I felt my pulse increase at the thought. No wonder she is always by my side no matter how frustrating I can be.
Thump, thump, thump goes my heart. Oh dear lord, was this what sentiment feels like?
You can almost imagine my surprise as I open my flat's door to find Sherlock. carefully I shut the door behind me as I try to deduce him. There was something in Sherlock's eyes that I haven't seen before.
The lust I see I have seen before. Not about me, mind you. There was something else though. I could have sworn his pupils dilated.
I blush slightly, embarrassed that I was still wearing a swimsuit. I had taken a shower at Molly's flat, but I didn't have any clothes on me. I just bought a blue coat on the way home. (a/n: She is wearing a bathing suit still.)
Before I could react properly, Sherlock stormed up to me and slammed his lips against mine. My eyes widen before I close them and kiss back. I could feel him taking my pulse, but I don't care. My fingers started to toy with Sherlock's hair as I deepen the kiss.
Unfortunately, as human beings we need to breathe. We pulled away at the same time, breathing heavily.
"Care to explain your sudden change of heart?" I pant with a small smile.
"Courtney , I thought you were going to leave me. I know I've been a blind, stupid, arrogant prat. Forgive me." Sherlock replies.
"You know, maybe you should apologize more often. You're surprisingly good at it." I say before kissing him again. My back hits the wall as the kiss starts to get rougher.
When we pull away again, I ask, "So, what does this make us? "
"Whatever you want it to be." Sherlock replies as my eyes search his.
"Well, in that case, I think I like the sound of you as my boyfriend." I beamed cheekily.
