Sherlock Imagines

Some Like It Rough

Sherlock slips something out about your and his relationship in an embarassing way...

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 It was any other day for you and the Baker Street boys. You were following them to a crime scene not too far from 221B., so you all decided to walk. It was always awkward between you three because you were the girlfriend of Sherlock Holmes. John was still shocked about the news, even though it's been a few months. But he did find it amusing when he would come home and you two would look like guilty teenagers who were almost caught by their father.

So, you walked in between the two men, John glancing in the shops and Sherlock looking straight ahead, while holding on to your hand. You recently expressed how you wanted him to show you more affection, so he started out with the hand holding in public. You showed up to the crime scene a few minutes later. Sherlock held up the tape for you and John and you all walked inside the building, where you met Anderson and Donovan.

"Hey there, freak," Donovan greeted. You hated this chick. She was always such a bitch to the three of you. Sherlock ignored her and walked towards the body with John in tow. You, in the meantime were stopped by Anderson. He had an embarassingly huge crush on you.

"Hey, [Y/N]," he nervously greeted. "Listen, I um..." Before he could say anymore, Sherlock called from across the room, "Do save yourself the embarassment, Anderson. She won't accept your invite to go to the cinema, nor does she even remotely like you as a person. Also, stop flirting with my girlfriend. Come along, [Y/N]." You smiled and made your way to the boys.

You kneeled down next to Sherlock and pretended to examine the body with him. "Jealous much?" You teasingly whispered. "Shut it," he muttered under his breath. He looked up to an approaching Lestrad and said, "This clearly happened during sex." Lestrad gave him a double take and said, "Woah, there! What are you on about?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes and explained, "She was killed during sex. The way her clothes are put on as if someone were in a rush, bruise marks on her wrists from bondage, her neck from being choked, also..." He peaked under her skirt and quickly looked away. "Lack of undergarments. Bruises on the thighs."

Lestrad let out a huge breath. Anderson came up and said, "She could've ran off from the killer and he choked her here. Maybe she was a one night stand or a prostitute or something." You and Sherlock both sighed. Anderson is such an idiot and Sherlock wouldn't fail to tell him so. Before he could, you stepped in and said, "Clearly, if he choked her here, you'd see signs of distress. The dirt on the ground would be spread out from her lashing all over the place. Some things in here might even be kicked down. So, please, you're only insulting yourself by opening something that should remain closed."

Lestrad, Anderson, Donovan, and John were looking at you with their jaws dropped. Sherlock looked at you with pride. He knew you were a good choice. He turned back to Lestrad and said, "Check her friends for any boyfriends, lovers, even male friends." 

You stood up with Sherlock, as Lestrad looked over the body. "Killed during sex, eh? I don't understand how some people can take it so rough." You were jotting some things down in your notebook when Sherlock muttered defensively, "Some like it rough." Everyone within ear shot whipped their head to him, inculding a wide-eyed you. 

"What was that?" John asked. Sherlock glanced around at everyone, including you. He noticed your cheeks had gone a bit red from embarassment, but didn't have anytime to fully deduce you before he turned his attention to Lestrad who asked, "How would you...oh." Everyone's eyes suddenly went to you.

You stood there like a deer in headlights. "Wow, freak," Donovan said, almost digusted. "So your a freak in more ways than one. You, too." She gestured to you. Your face flushed and you put your head down. Yeah, you an Sherlock did...things, but it's not something you neccissarily wanted people to know about! 

Sherlock, getting defensive, put a hand on your shoulder and simply asked, "What's wrong with rough sex?" You looked up at him and scoffed, "Sherlock!" You quickly stormed off to save yourself anymore embarassment. 

Everyone watched you go, but Anderson's eyes lingered lower than they should have. Annoyed, Sherlock went after you, giving Anderson a harsh push on his way. 

You sensed him come up behind you and you immediately turned and slapped his chest. "You want to talk about idiots, Sherlock?!" You shouted at him. He took a timid step back, as you continued, "You don't tell your co-workers that we have rough sex! That's personal!" 

He looked over you with slightly widened eyes. He deduced you, but dared not to say anything. He learned not to do that the hard way. His arm still hurts from time-to-time. Instead, he decided to ask a question. "Didn't you want me to display public affection?" 

You grunted and told him, "Yeah like holding hands or kissing, not talking about our sex life!" He nodded, but looked a little confused. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but couldn't either find the words, or didn't want to you to hit him again. So, he kissed you. In front of everyone. Your eyes went wide, but then fluttered them close and eased into it.

He pisses you off a lot, but for some reason, his kisses seem to make up for it. He pulled back a few moments later, and without saying anything, took your hand and led you back to Lestrad, John, and everyone. 

"Gerry, I believe you can handle this, yes? [Y/N] and I have some...buisness to attend to." You hid your face behind his back. He just told the entirety of Scotland Yard about your sex life, and then thinks they don't know what "buisness" he attends to attend to? He is an idiot.