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Sherlock x FemWatson! Reader
(BBC version)
You walked into the room with the shopping, and saw Sherlock at your computer.
"You know that's passcode protected!" You said, a bit annoyed at the man.
"Well, strictly speaking. Took me less than a minute to guess the code. Not exactly four notch..." Sherlock trailed off at the angry expression on your face. You set the computer down as you began to settle down into the chair. You saw Sherlock's generally upset expression, and you rolled your eyes. He got up suddenly, a d stalked over to you.
"What did you do that for?" He asked, and you sighed.
"Don't you have all the answers?"
"Not when it comes to you. I was using that." He said pointing at the laptop currently resting by your feet. You stood.
"I don't know. Maybe because you were invading my personal... Stuff?" You asked, a bit annoyed. Although, this IS Sherlock. You began to walk out of the room, when he grabbed your wrist.
"If you really cared about your space you'd have taken the laptop with you. What is it really?" His cold calculating eyes bored into yours.
"Damn it Sherlock! It's like you don't even care. I mean, I saved your life- I know, you had the right pill, but I was worried about you, and you don't even care about my personal boundaries. I don't have many rules, but hacking into my computer? That's on the list of things that you're not supposed to do." You said, voice rising slightly.
"Who says I don't care?" He asked softly, and you looked at him like he was insane- more so than he was.
"D-damn it Sherlock! You just hacked into my computer!" You spluttered, and he smiled lightly.
"But that doesn't mean I don't care." He said, and you made a move to leave the room. He tightened his grip on your wrist, and you hissed in pain slightly. The thing you were least expecting, however, was the warm body being pressed up against you, and the even warmer lips against yours. Sherlock had pressed you up against the wall, wrists on either side of your head, and he kissed you. You started to struggle, but Sherlock didn't let up. When he pulled away for air, you stood there gasping for a moment. Sherlock was sexy. Definitely. On the top of the 'Total Hottie' list, but he had said it himself- he was married to his work. So yeah, you were surprised when he kissed you. Who wouldn't be?
"W-w-what the h-hell was t-that?!" You asked, and he smirked.
"I believe they call that a kiss. When one feels something for another, that's what happens."
"I know what a bloody kiss is, but that doesn't give you the right to almost suffocate me." You were surprised he knew how to kiss. And he was surprisingly good at it too. Damn genius.
"You enjoyed it." He said, and you simply shook your head.
"And here I was thinking you were married to your work."
"Oh, but doesn't one have affairs?" He asked, his voice husky. You jerked forward suddenly, lips meeting. You head was forced back as he pressed against you again. You didn't mind the rough treatment, honestly. His hands moved to your waist, and he flicked his tongue against your bottom lip. You decided to tease him, and keep your lips closed. You couldn't really decide at that moment whether it was a good or bad thing, but you learned that the man had some tricks up his sleeve. His hands made it to your ribcage, and quickly pressed agains them. You squeaked, mouth opening in the process, and his tongue darted in quickly. Sherlock was a brilliant kisser. His tongue danced with yours, and flicked across your mouth. He paused, calculating something, and then chuckled darkly. Your hands had wrapped themselves around his neck, and his back around your waist. He grabbed your rather skinny legs, and wrapped them around himself. He ground into you, and you moaned. He smirked. You could tell that was what he was calculating. You gasped as he ran his hand up your back, quickly taking advantage of your open mouth by kissing you again. When you heard a knock at the door, Sherlock put you down and you quickly fixed yourself, catching your breath. He opened the door, and quickly slammed it shut.
"Who- *clears throat* who was it?" You asked, voice high.
"No one. No one at all. Mrs. Hudson simply dropped her book at the wall." He said it much too quickly, but that was the last thing on your mind when he scooped you up again, and smashed his lips against yours, slamming you against the wall. You gasped at this, and his tongue flitted into your mouth. He tasted like everything. You picked out mint, basil, and sage.
"S-Sherlock! W-what was that?!" You gasped out when he pulled away.
"I calculated that spontaneousness was something you liked." He said, smirking. You just gasped and shuddered when he bucked into you, to prove his point.
"Nnnng" you moaned, and he pressed his lips gently into yours.
"I... Love those noises." He said, and he ran his hands down your waist. Your hands reached around his neck, and he bucked against you again. At this point, you were basically just a human shaped block of arousal, and he knew it. He used it to his advantage. He had you moaning and and mewling in about five minutes, and his lips mashed against yours, tongue invading your mouth almost violently. He bucked against you again, and then turned around, bringing you to the ground. He straddled you, slender fingers quickly unbuttoning your blouse. Your own hands grabbed his tie, bringing his lips back down onto your own. You took off his shirt, making quick work of it. His hands slid down your slender waist. He removed the short skirt you were wearing, and you began to unbutton his pants, not even caring about how fast it was going. His hands then removed your bra. 'Screw the foreplay' you thought as your under garments joined the pile, as well as his.
• • •
A while later when you and Sherlock had made love for several hours, he looked at you. You saw the look on his face and said;
"Wait, let me guess... It's been a while since you've done that?"