The Hounds of Baskerville [Reader Insert]

When John Watson Comes Calling...

       Love - noun; A strong feeling of affection and/or sexual attraction for someone or something.

       You had a problem with love.

       The problem was that you couldn't figure it out. You couldn't determine what it was about love that made people able to betray their instincts; to disobey their minds.

       You remembered a time when you had been absolutely against affection of any kind. Even the thought of friendship was appalling. That was before you'd been deployed in Afghanistan, however. Before you'd met Doctor John Watson... and before you'd met Sherlock Holmes. And now, because of them, you were losing your touch.

      This was the issue. And you needed to fix it.

     So here you were, in Aaron Spencer's office room, watching Iron Man because you'd never seen it and heavens forbid if you had to suffer through "the aftermath of Infinity War without having any freaking knowledge of the MCU," in Dr. Spencer's words (although quite frankly, you couldn't care less about such trivial matters). 

     Aaron had just gotten off his last shift of the day, so it was alright that he was relaxing with you now, but it wasn't uncommon for his peers to find you two conversing even while Aar was technically supposed to be working.

     Multiple times, Aar's superiors would try to get you to quit distracting him and to stop scaring patients, (especially after you accidentally caused an elderly woman to suffer a heart attack) but today, nobody had complained. That may have had something to do with the fact that yesterday you'd pointed out the branch manager's... let's just say illegal relationship with their pug.

       "If we were to ignore the physics and say that this suit of iron were to actually be able to fly, Tony would still suffer severe burns or even death if he tried to operate the suit," you argued at some point in the movie.

      Aaron laughed like you'd just told a joke, and then asked, "You know what else is hot?"

      Clearly you knew where he was going to go with that, so you beat him to it with, "You."

      Aaron laughed nervously, running a hand through his curly black hair. A blush settled over his features as he admitted, "You always offhandedly flirt with me like this, and I can honestly never tell if you're serious."

     You tilted your head at him like a parrot on a perch. For a second, the two of you stared at each other with rising tensity and anticipation.

     Although you'd intended to begin this later, you realized that now was a perfect opportunity for what you needed to do.

     You leaned forward and pressed your lips to Aaron's.

     It was just a closed-mouth kiss, but it was soft and gentle. You leaned away after just a few seconds and smiled softly. "I hope that clears things up for you." 

      This was your solution for your problem.

      A little experiment. And Aaron Spencer was your test subject.

     One designed to help you understand human emotion. Your reasoning was that if you did this, you'd be better able to build your own fortifications against the weaknesses of sentiment.

     Aaron looked utterly and pitifully shocked, but very slowly, a grin spread across his face. To your utter fascination, he leaned back in for another kiss.

     Suddenly your phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled away from Aaron without so much as a second glance and pulled out your phone to see the message.

     Help! It's urgent. Sherlock's covered in blood, and it's not his??? - John Watson

     You rolled your eyes and looked up at Aaron, who seemed more flustered than ever. "I've got to go," you explained. "Emergency at the flat."

     "Okay, well-"

      But it was too late. You were already out the door.