Sherlock x Reader

Ich tu dir weh

You woke up a few hours later, after falling asleep surprisingly quickly. But as soon as you opened your eyes, the events of the early morning caught up to you. Jim. The phone. The challenge. Sherlock. Sherlock. Sherlock.

You couldn't stop thinking about him. You couldn't make yourself stop worrying. Why should you be worrying? You could do this, right? It's not like you were afraid of him catching you or worse, hurting him. He was a grown man. He could handle this. It's not like this thing was a big deal anyway. All you had to do was text Sherlock's habits to Jim Moriarty. Simple.

But if it was so simple, then why were you so conflicted? You sighed, turning over, and nearly jumped in surprise when you saw Sherlock sitting on the edge of the bed looking down at you. What the hell? How long had he been there?! Wait, why were you so defensive? Sherlock wasn't going to hurt you. He was your... Well, he was your boyfriend. Though that sounded so immature since you had gotten older. Looking down at yourself, you saw you had fallen asleep in your clothes, with the exception of your coat, which was hanging of the back of a chair. You looked back at Sherlock.

"What are you doing? I don't think you've ever surprised me like this, so why have you done it now?" Holy shit, your voice was so laden with sleep that you would be shocked if he managed to decipher that. But he's Sherlock so of course he would.

"You worried me with your behaviour this morning. I know you think that dependence is usually for the weak minded but I advice you to tell me what happened when you went out." You had to stop yourself from tensing up. You couldn't do this. Sherlock was too smart. And yet, you wanted to see how long you could really keep contact with Moriarty. Shaking your head, you sat up on the bed and got into a more comfortable position. Maybe you could just divert Sherlock's attention, just for a few minutes.

"First, tell me what happened when I was gone. John said that you were giving him trouble and you know that he has such a short temper." You looked into his eyes while speaking and saw him glare at you momentarily. You smiled innocently at him and you were rewarded with a sigh of resignation.

"As I said before, I was worried. You can be so spontaneous at times, and I had no way of knowing where you would be or what you would do. I got frustrated because deduction had no way of calming me. John must have thought that I was upset with him but I wasn't used to being blind about something important. That's all it was."

In a word, you were gobsmacked. You'd never heard Sherlock talk like this.

"Well, I must be pretty special if you were doubting yourself over me," you said, forcing out a laugh. You saw Sherlock look at you expectantly. Oh god, what were you going to say? What lie could you come up with? In any case, you needed to text Jim. There was something at the back of your mind that kept telling you that holding this off would result badly. Very badly, in fact. But back to the matter at hand. You hesitated for a moment and were about to talk when you felt Sherlock scooch over to sit right next to you. You looked at him, confused, but he just smiled innocently at you. You couldn't help smiling as well since he copied what you did.

"I simply went out because I couldn't sleep. You know how it is with the incessant orange lighting," you paused to look at him and went back to your sentence, "It annoyed me so much that I decided to get up instead of trying to get back to sleep. It was quiet inside each room, so I didn't think that anyone would miss me. I went out and wandered for a while. Then I must have stopped paying attention because I found myself in a completely different part of town. I wasn't scared per se, but I was a little uncomfortable. Then this weird woman came up to me saying that I could save her life but I ignored her and she went off in a huff. And before you ask why I didn't help, it was because she was smoking right in front of me, so she didn't fucking deserve my help." You felt malice coming out of your voice and were surprised that you managed to dig up this real event from years ago. At least that made it believable, right? "After that I wandered again until I saw the park where I got... you know, stabbed and I came back. Then I saw J- What are you doing?"

You'd stopped talking because of something quite peculiar. As you were talking you hadn't noticed that Sherlock had moved over until his face was just centimetres from yours but his sudden playing with your hair had snapped you out of your lying facade. You tried to resume your speech but the words seemed to catch in your throat. He was just so close... The details of his face were sharp in your eyes and your foreheads were almost touching. And you just couldn't help staring into his strange, multi-coloured eyes. And then Sherlock spoke up, though he didn't talk in anything above a murmur. Well wasn't it just fine and dandy that one of you could still speak?

"______, why don't you tell me the truth? You have no idea how much I'd want to get inside that head of yours but you've always closed yourself off. Why can't you tell me the truth?" He said again but you still couldn't speak. You were just lost in those eyes.. You felt so comfortable and you couldn't bear to see his sad face again, as you had in the hospital. The hospital. You smiled to yourself. It seemed like years ago. An odd place for confessions of "I'm somehow attracted to you" but, at the same time, oddly romantic. So why not just tell him? You wanted him to trust you, didn't you? You wanted another chance at a relationship and you wanted to have this last. So come on, ______. Give it up. How can you expect to have something good if just pissed on it? How could you expect-

No. As much as you wanted this (and Sherlock, to be frank), you also wanted Jim's challenge. The thoughts from just hours ago came back into your head. Let's just hope that you still had a good poker face.

"Sherlock, I am telling the truth. Why would I want to lie to you as something as small as this?" You took his hand in yours. You would just lie about these potentially dangerous things. "Anger and adrenaline is a tiring combination. You know that. And come on, everyone has their secrets."

A silence ensued and you were preparing for Sherlock to start shouting at you, judging from the look on his face.

"You remember when I told you that I found you interesting when you said you pitied me? For a reason that I didn't find fathomable?" You nodded. Of course, you remembered. "Well _____, how much more interesting are you planning to get?" With that, he kissed with such a passion that you nearly lay down again and he practically ran out of the room. The door slammed shut and you laughed shakily. You covered your mouth to stop but you still felt this huge grin on your face. You shook your head and got up to get your phone. As you searched for the number, you felt the smile go away and a smirk of perverse pleasure replace it. Finding the number well, the name, you sent a text of your acceptance and walked to the window, where the inevitable traffic was starting up once again.

"The game is on, my dear" you said to yourself, as Sherlock frequently did. Well, without the term of endearment afterwards. You laughed again at it's appropriateness and again had to stop yourself. ______, you've definitely reached a point of no return. Actually, sailed past it now.

The game is on.