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To say that your boyfriend was a romantic person would be a lie. He'd made this clear in the very beginning of your relationship that started two months ago and you understood it and didn't push it. After all, Sherlock was a complicated person, but honestly, this is exactly what you were drawn to. Maybe that was your type.
So when you stepped into 221b and were greeted by your boyfriend's smile and then him gently taking your bag out of your hands and when he pulled you into his chest the only words that could come out of your mouth were:S
“Sherlock, how high are you?”
And of course, this didn't happen in a minute as it seems. You were quite frankly startled by the way he pulled you closer. And his gaze, oh it left you breathless. But you pretended to appear unfazed. Sherlock narrows his eyes at you in response.
“That's a bit rude. I'm trying to be a nice boyfriend.”
“Last time you tried to be a nice boyfriend was the time when I ended up being a subject for your experiment.” Your voice is stern but your body betrays you. You start to lean more towards him and trail your hands up to his shoulders.
“Oh yes! It was quite useful. And fun.” He smirks as you glare at him. Now, Sherlock knows exactly what he does to you and the way you react to him was rather amusing.
“You know, if you want something from me just say it, and let's get this over with. Because we both know how this ends. You trick me, I fall for it, you laugh. So just save me the embarrassment.” Your voice comes out as whine, but it's only because your mind is in contradiction with your words. You want him to stay a bit longer and say that he just wants to be with you.
“Is that really what you think of me? I just want to spend some time with my girlfriend.” He replies somewhat offended and leans forward so now his face is so close to yours that you can feel his breath on your face.
So, just to make this clear, if you weren't melted before, you are now. If Sherlock wasn't holding you in his arms, you probably would've been on the floor. Sure, you'd kissed him before a lot of times but it was mostly initiated by you and was mostly quick. So this was certainly new. This whole tension between the both of you was driving you crazy. It all seemed a little too good to be true.
“Have you done something stupid?” You intended to sound a lot more confident than the murmur that you just managed.
“It's never stupid.” He quips almost the next second the words fall out of your lips. “Your minds are just not agile enough to understand my actions.” He teases and now it's your turn to be offended. You couldn't believe his nerve to say this after all the antics that he does every day. Now you have definitely gained your voice back again.
“Never stupid?! Let's try this chronologically, shall we? How about the time when you casually got into a murderer's taxi alone to solve a case? Or the time when you flung yourself off of a building and faked your death? And my personal favorite, when you got engaged just so you could break into your fiancé's office a-” You get cut off by his lips on yours, one hand in your hair and the other on the side of your waist.
Every suspicion that you had about whether he's tricking you or not dissolves into the kiss as you kiss him back hungrily. You pull his shirt collar closer as if there is some space left between the two of you. Sherlock is being extremely gentle. His fingers massaging your scalp softly and the other hand tickles your side making you giggle a little. His lips are pressed softly against yours and it feels like he wanted to devour every moment of the kiss by the pace he was going.
You, on the other hand, were absolutely ravenous and may have grabbed Sherlock's hair in a not so delicate way. Sherlock breaks the kiss a little surprised and raises an eyebrow at you. He's definitely enjoying making you frustrated.
“Sorry.” Your voice comes out as a soft squeak.
You find his eyes roaming all over your face. And it gets a little hard to keep track of surroundings when this happens. Even though he has a soft and comforting gaze you always think that he's scrutinizing you. You draw him closer and your lips crash together for the second time. This time the kiss is rushed from both sides.
Sherlock pulls back quickly and attaches his lips to your jawline causing you to gasp loudly. This was definitely unexpected. You are left speechless and hold onto his shoulders because it feels like your knees are ready to give up working anytime in the coming moment. And even though you couldn't see it you know that Sherlock is satisfied with your response. He continues leaving soft kisses from jawline to earlobe, then down your neck where he finds your weak spot. You groan out his name and roll your eyes back in pleasure. His lips were doing wonders to you and you questioned yourself that had your boyfriend been really bad at intimacy or just pretended to say so.
You are so wrapped up in the heat of the moment that you don't realize Sherlock had already pulled away. He steps away from you quickly and you stare at him dumbfoundedly. His hair looks disheveled but adorable and his lips were swollen which makes you want to pull him back again. Being quite annoyed by the lack of his body contact you are about to ask him what the matter was when you see a shit-eating grin appear on his face.
“Sherlock, what the-” You stop mid-sentence as you watch him toss a key in his palm. The key. The key. Of course, that bastard!
“Sherlock, you asshole!” You shout and your boyfriend doubles over laughter.
Of course, he'd sneaked it out of your jeans pocket when you thought he was being affectionate. And of course, you were stupid enough to fall for it. That key is for your drawer and he'd obviously figured it out that that's where you'd hidden his cigarettes. Should've thrown them away in the first place when you had the chance.
“I'm sorry. If it helps you feel better,” He starts between the chuckles and ducks gracefully when a flying cushion comes in his direction. “I actually quite enjoyed it. You are quite adorable when you're frustrated.” He winks at you and your face feels hot.
He saunters towards you and quickly gives you a chaste peck on the cheek knowing fully well that it'll only trigger you. That's it. You lose it. You start chasing him around the living room.
“Sherlock, come back here right now! That's my key!”
He circles around the couch jumping over the coffee table and dashes towards the bedroom. You follow him but he slams the door shut before you could even reach there. You bang on the door roughly while vigorously attempting to twist the doorknob. It wouldn't be a surprise now if Mrs. Hudson came up inquiring about all the noise.
“It's locked.” Sherlock's amused voice shouts from the other side.
“Don't touch my drawer, Sherlock, I swear to-”
“Just let me take my things and I'll leave your drawer alone.”
You give up after a few attempts. You explain to yourself that you don't have time for this and that you have a lot of work to do.
Later that evening when you enter the flat with grocery bags you find Sherlock working in the kitchen with his microscope. He looks up and his eyes follow your movements. You drop the grocery bags in the chair rather loudly and stomp your way to the bedroom. After a few minutes, you return changed into PJs and continue doing your regular tasks without sparing a glance towards Sherlock. You wanted him to know that you're mad at him and he couldn't get away like that this time.
“You're still upset with me.” He remarks rather innocently.
“Yeah, no shit.” You mutter under your breath.
He takes something out of his pocket and sticks the hand out with his eyes still on the lens of the microscope. It's the key.
Sighing with a defeated feeling you snatch it out of his hand and turn to the bedroom to check your drawer. To your surprise, after opening the drawer you find both the cigarette packs still lying there, in the same position you'd seen it the last time. You open both the packs to check in case he'd sealed it back to make it look unused. All the cigarettes are there, none are gone. You're utterly confused. Locking the drawer shut and hiding the key again you sprint towards the kitchen.
“You didn't use it?”
“Hmm?” He drawls in response, eyes still on his work.
“The cigarettes. You didn't use it?”
“Nope.”
“Why?” Your brows furrow. Did he go to the extent of tricking you and then pissing you off for the cigarettes just not to use them?
“Didn't feel like using them.”
“But…… then why did you…?” His words made no sense to you. He finally looks up to you and smiles at you.
“I needed something because I was bored. But then later I wasn't. So didn't use them.” He just shrugs innocently but a faint smirk was visible on his lips.
A blush creeps from your neck up to your face as you process his words. Sure he did hint that he used you to kill boredom, but right now your mind was too overwhelmed by the fact that he didn't use cigarettes because he'd kissed you.