Wispy tendrils of pale, gray smoke waft through the air. I can taste the nicotine on my tongue, feel the residue as it stains my throat. Every inhale is a mixture of cologne and aftershave and smoke. It smells like an alleyway outside of a gentleman's club; it smells like a man's bedroom after sex.
It smells nothing like a backyard pity-party, but that's exactly what it is.
I've never filled my lungs with poison before; however, I make an exception as I slide the cigarette from betwixt his fingers and perch it between my lips. We maintain eye-contact as I inhale.
The exhale comes smoother than I'd anticipated, and for a moment I wonder if this is what his lips taste like.
"So," my tongue darts across my lower lip anxiously. "Care to deduce me, Mr. Holmes?"
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Deduce Me (A Sherlock Fan-fic)
FanfictionThree women, all with very different ambitions and personalities, share a flat above the famous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes. When each of them become intertwined in Sherlock's life, will they be a liability or an advantage?
