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The loud ding from your phone startled you and the surrounding puppies. Looking back you realized you probably should’ve muted your device. Quickly, you pulled out your phone and started tapping away.
From: Smarty-Pants
Where are you?
To: Smarty-Pants
Figure it out
You silenced your phone and went back to the fur balls. Currently you had one in your lap, another one to your left, and one face planted in front of you. It was at times like these you wished you had more than two arms. You just wanted to cuddle with all of them, and perhaps your favorite person. But seeing as they didn’t know you where you were, they missed out on the opportunity.
“Who’s the good puppers? You are!” You cooed while rubbing one of the dogs stomachs, they let out a small bark in response. You tensed slightly listening for footsteps. “But you gotta be quiet,” you whispered, ”I can’t get caught.”
After a few more minutes of hanging out with the corgis the door opened. Expecting to see a guard you prepared to bolt. Instead you saw Sherlock, looking rather unamused.
“You broke into the palace.” He spoke quietly as not to get caught.
“Yes. What about it?”
“You broke into the palace to play with dogs.”
You sat back down and patted the spot next to you. “Yes I did. Come join me.” With all the grace that is Sherlock, he sat down and stared at the dogs. One slowly came up and sniffed his knee; then all of a sudden plopped it’s head in his lap. “You’re supposed to give them attention and affection.”
At this he scoffed. “No, I’m supposed to give you attention and affection,” he slipped his arm around your waist, “not some creature.” You simply rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, directing it to the puppy’s head. After guiding his hand in the petting motion, you let it go; noticing how Sherlock was almost enjoying it.
“See love, it’s not that bad,” you kissed his cheek. Everything was peaceful for a few moments, until you heard footsteps. “Time to go.”
Sherlock stood up, offering you his hand. You gladly took it and headed for the window. You both ‘gracefully’ dropped out of the window and broke into a sprint back to Baker Street.
“Remind me to never let you leave the house again,” he said as you both caught your breath. Soon he pulled you both to the couch, with you basically on top of him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you set yours on his chest.
“We should do that again sometime,” you teased. He simply shook his head, and moved his head to kiss you.
“Let’s try something more legal next time, hmm?”
You just giggled and nodded, your exhaustion from running catching up to you. Soon you were asleep.
An hour later
“Sherlock, why is there footage of you and (y/n) running through the palace grounds?” Mycroft asked through the receiver.
“She wanted to play with the dogs.”
Sherlock practically feel Mycroft roll his eyes, “Next time ask permission.” With that he hung up.