𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓-𝐑𝐃𝐉 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄

In a heartbeat(2)-Sherlock x reader

Later that night...

You were in the compartment, resting. You and the guys managed to get rid of all of Moriarty's men, and now you were in the train.

After that fight,  you cleaned yourself and changed your clothes.

You were alone with John, since Sherlock said he needed to go and clean himself up.

''Your friend...'' you began, taking John's attention, ''is he always that... bold?'' you asked, looking at him.

''Yes'' he smiled and you laughed.

The door opened and revealed a well dressed Sherlock Holmes. He was wearing a white button up shirt that fitted him perfectly, black suit pants and black shoes. His glorious hair was brushed back in place, his face was clean. His big muscles were visible through his shirt, and you felt your cheeks burning at that sight.

Sherlock observed you looking intently at him, and smirked, looking deep in your Y/E/C colored  orbs. You smiled seductively and bit your lip, looking away.

You just realized how good looking he was. He looked like he could handle tough work.

Messy, brown hair, gorgeous brown eyes, a strong jaw, and stubbly chin, a fit body, strong arms and a nice ass, if I can add that.

You felt yourself fall in love in a heartbeat. You immediately felt a strong connection and a burning desire, something that never happened to you. 

When you looked in his eyes, you felt like you knew him forever in a minute. He might seem cold and all closed in himself, but to you he was like an open book.

He sat down next to you, and you drew in a sharp breath.

''Well, I should leave. Thank you for helping me'' you said as you got up from your seat.

Sherlock was quick to stand up too and catch your hand, making you turn around and look at him.

His touch made your skin tingle and burn at the same time.

''You can't leave'' he said, looking at you

''Why not?'' you scoffed

''You are in danger. Moriarty will continue to hunt you'' Sherlock said.

''I will be fine on my own'' you said and retracted your hand from his grip.

You walked out of the compartment, and headed down the hall.

Suddenly, something grabbed your hand again, and you were pulled into a hard wall.

''Oomph'' you hit the wall with a thud.

But the wall wasn't exactly a wall, it was Sherlock's toned chest.

You looked up at saw him looking at you with furrowed eyebrows.

He was holding your waist and your chests were practically pressed against each other.

''What?'' you asked quietly, not trusting your own voice.

''Shh... Moriarty's men could still be hiding around. Follow me'' he said, not letting go of your hand.

He pulled you into an empty compartment, closing the door behind him.

You sat down on a bench, and he sat down next to you.

''You can't leave now'' he said

''Why not?''

''You would be in danger if Moriarty would catch you again''

''He wouldn't hurt me. He's obsessed with me, remember?'' you reasoned.

''Yes, but he would keep you for himself, and he would keep you hostage. Come with me and Watson to Switzerland if you want. You can be really helpful. We're going to get rid of him there. Plus, we need another person. Three are better than two'' he smiled.

''Fine'' you agreed,''...but...'' you gulped, mouth going dry.

''But what?'' he asked, looking at you

''Is that... is that the only reason you want me to come?'' you asked, quietly

''Well... uhm...'' he stuttered, and you could've sworn you saw a small blush on his cheeks.

When no answer came, you suddenly felt self conscious, and blushed.

''You know what? Forget it... it was stupid'' you laughed bitterly and ran a hand over your face.

He caught your hand and pulled you closer to him, cupping your face and kissing you hard.

You were surprised, like, really surprised. You were sure you were the only one that felt the sparkling connection and the burning desire.

You kissed him back, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him closer to you.

His lips felt like they were made for you, and they moved in sync with yours. The fire you felt seemed to grow and overwhelm you, and you couldn't really help not to tug at his hair.

He licked your bottom lip, asking for permission. You gladly granted him permission and he pulled you even closer to him.

His hands left your face and traveled lower, feeling like fire on your skin.

He broke the kiss and lifted you up by your thighs and placed you in his lap.

You licked your lips and pulled him again closer to you, kissing with lust.

You ran your hands up and down his chest, rubbed his arms and back in slow, shooting motions.

His hands found their way under your skirt and grabbed your thighs strongly, before he stroked them in a sweet motion.

You moaned in his mouth and held his shoulders as you continued to kiss. He certainly knew what he was doing.

The two of your broke the kiss and you took a deep breath before he pulled your head back roughly to another fiery kiss.

You started unbuttoning a few buttons of his shirt, and hid your hands under it, feeling his muscles and his hot skin.

Just when you wanted to finish unbuttoning, the door opened, revealing John.

You pulled away from the kiss, and Sherlock groaned annoyed.

''Am I... am I interrupting something?'' he asked, blushing.

''Yes!'' you and Sherlock answered at the same time, and John closed the door behind him.

Sherlock laughed and pulled you again closer to him, smirking.

And that was the start of a long night...

The end.

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A/N: This was for @nightlife94, I hope you liked it. Honestly it was a challenge for me, since the plot was that they just met, so a makeout session was kinda complicated to write, but I tried my best. 

Please tell me if you'd like me to change something.

Word count: 1056

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