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Sherlock fidgeted as the subway car rattled. After Everyone's latest demand: advertising their NFTs dressed as a Genshin Impact character, he was eager to relax with Watson. He studied commuters to stifle shudders. A businessman here, a student there—nothing remarkable. What would be was The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom; the concluding six-year wait so hyped them they forgot Clyde. (Tortoises are thankfully robust.)
He emerged at Court Square and beelined for the Brownstone. Hopefully she hadn't started already; fighting made gaming unpleasant. He bounded up the steps and pulled his key from his jacket. Weird—the door wasn't locked. They always locked the door being detectives and all. He opened it, cringing as it whined, and slipped inside. He gingerly shut it and toed off his shoes, scanning for Rupee chinks and Link yells; they were there, if quiet. Something else weird: they never played undocked. He followed the trail and peered through her room's doorway and his eyes bounced out his skull. She was playing without him... with a man under her bed! A stocky, suited man with a gun!
"Watson," he whispered. She gave a typically sleepy glance before returning to Zelda. "Watson!" She didn't even look. Unbelievable. "Joan Watson," he said as he crept for his stick, creaking floorboards thumping his heart louder, "are you aware a mobster's under your bed?" She quietly hummed. "Then?"
"I ain't hurting nobody," said the mobster. Sure he was. Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "I just want your money."
"He's not lying," she murmured. She dropped the blue Joy-Con Switch as Sherlock opened his mouth. "We had a lovely conversation about it."
"Which explains your nonchalance." He walked to her bed and crouched to glower. "What made you think you could rob Sherlock Holmes? With a gun?" He grabbed the gun and tossed it aside; it thankfully wasn't loaded.
"Smarties have their blindspots," laughed the mobster. "A guy like you's gotta have hundreds!" Sherlock stood and was lost in Watson's eyes, deep as if to say Do you trust me? "She's one of 'em."
"Excellent detective work!" Sherlock wasn't sure if he was sarcastic or sincere. "And the gun?" Getting sputters in response, he muttered, "Fuck's sake." He leapt onto her bed and pulled her close. "Police?"
She nestled into him; her gentler heartbeat was a calming anchor. "Eventually."
He looked over his shoulder and gripped his hands. "Because of his gun?"
"I handled that first." She grinned slyly and punched her palm. "Judo training." He grinned back. Very good! "This is gonna sound weird, but..."
"Nothing sounds weird coming from you," he murmured before kissing her on the cheek.
"I knew it! I knew you was in love!" Sherlock kicked the mattress with his heel, making the mobster yelp. "Sorry..."
"I've been doing some research," she said.
"Doing your own research," Sherlock said. "You think him a child abuser?" She rolled her eyes. "Mea culpa."
"You obviously know kinks spice up a sex life." He nodded—bondage was a mutual favourite. "I found this interesting one about loyalty..."
He raised an eyebrow. Interesting indeed. "What's that entail?"
"Do you trust me?" She whispered this in his ear and his hairs pricked and even an imbecile like the mobster could deduce he did. Living with her, fucking her, loving her was like stepping into a rare but warm shower; he wasn't distrusting her after years of companionship. "I take that as a yes. Let him stay—failed robbery aside, he's done nothing wrong."
"But—"
This time she pulled him close. "Do you trust me?" When he hummed, she continued, "I trust you."
"Like Zelda trusts Link," he chuckled.
His heart melted as she beamed. "Exactly! I wanted to do something dangerous. I love thrashing Ganon as much as the next girl, but it's not the same compared to... well..." She gestured to the mattress.
He nodded. "The threat of death does make one horny. I believe there's studies about it."
"Please don't look them up," she groaned as she unbuttoned her blouse. "Forget that and Zelda and focus on me baring my boobs with a weirdo."
"Aw yeah!" cried the mobster. "Boobs!"
"Shut it or we take you in early!" She shrugged off her blouse and smiled at Sherlock. "Well, Sherlock? Trust me?"
"Always." He admired her chest as he revealed his own. Zelda could wait—he cared more for this attractive, thrill-seeking, loyal princess.