Affection Problems :: Sherlock Holmes BBC x Reader

For the last year, you’ve been dating Sherlock Holmes. Yes, the consultant detective and high functioning sociopath, as he says. John is happy for you both, yet he still can’t seem to wrap his mind around the fact that Sherlock has a girlfriend. And that goes for everyone else that knows him, yet John can understand it better than the rest. As for Mycroft, he asked you to spy on Sherlock for money, like he has for anyone else that lives in close proximity of his younger brother. You didn’t except, till later into the relationship when Sherlock said that the two of you could have fun with it.

It was snowing outside as you ran from the cab to the door of 221B Baker Street. Upon opening the door Mrs. Hudson greeted you with a smile. Smiling back, you made your way up the stairs to where the boys were.

“Ah, _____ would you be a darling and make sure that Sherlock doesn’t ruin my wall anymore?” Mrs. Hudson asked. Looking back from halfway up the stairs you nodded.

“Of course Mrs. Hudson.”

As you walked through the door John was by the unlit fireplace writing for his blog and Sherlock was lying on the couch plucking his violin. As you shrugged of your coat John noticed you.

“Oh hello there, _____.” John smiled.

“Hey there John. It doesn’t look like Sherlock has done anything today, I mean he’s not even dressed!” You laughed. Throwing your coat on a hanger next to Sherlock’s, you throw yourself down on the couch on the edge where Sherlock didn’t inhabit. Sighing you looked over at your boyfriend, he was staring at the ceiling blankly still plucking his violin. Leaning back, you lie back on top of Sherlock’s lengthy legs. His sea green eyes looked down at you, locking with your own.

“Why hello there hun.” You smile.

“____, when did you get here?” He asked, obviously looking you over.

“Oh, a bit ago, John noticed.” You pointed out. Sherlock’s head cocked to the side slightly as he eyed you.

“You didn’t sleep well last night, and you’re awfully pale. What’s wrong?” Sherlock almost demanded.

“Oh, nothing.” Sherlock looked over at John, giving him a look that meant; leave.

“I’ll be in my room. See you then, ____” John said as he picked up his laptop and left.

Sherlock then moved his eyes back to you. Sliding his legs out from under you, he put his violin down next to him and pulled you closer to him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“It’s something.”

“Nope, I’m alright.”

“_____, something’s wrong. I don’t know what yet, but it’s bothering you. Just tell me.”

“Do you love me, Sherlock?” You asked looking to the wall opposite of you.

“Of course I do.” He looked at you with a puzzled look, something you could only give him. His hand glided to your knee which he lightly rubbed with his thumb.

“Then why don’t you ever tell me, or even be affectionate? I get that you’re not used to it, but you could try a bit more. I really like just to be held, kissed, or even have my hand held for no reason at all. Just because you love me. I know you try, but…I don’t know.”

Sherlock just sat there trying to process what you had said. He heard you, yes. But he wasn’t sure what to do, not just yet. Moving his hand from you knee he placed it on your arm, slowly sliding down to your hand which he took in his.

“I guess I can try, just don’t expect much.” He said to you, actually smiling.

“I don’t expect much anyways.” You laughed, holding his hand tightly. He leaned in and kissed your lips lightly, before pulling away. “That’s a start, but I’ve seen better from you. Come on where is that beast inside of you that came out to play our first time?” You giggled, making his cheeks tint lightly with pink.

“I believe that you’ll have to wait my dear.” He says, before getting up walking over the coffee table, as always, to the kitchen. “Unless…” He says as he spins around, with a bit of a smirk on his face.

“John! You were planning on going over to Yvonne’s, you should go now.” Sherlock declared.

“What, why?” John asked as he came into the living room.

“Why not?” Sherlock shot back. John looked over to you with a confused look, hoping you could clear it up.

“I don’t know what he’s up to.” You shrug. John just sighs and grabs his things before heading out.

“I'll be back tomorrow! Try not to screw anything up Sherlock! And I'll see you later, ____!” John calls as he bounds down the stairs. With John out of the flat, it was only Sherlock and you. Sherlock was going to use that to his advantage, oh yes he was.

Sherlock looked over at you with a smirk adorning his face and his crystal ocean eyes were gleaming with passion, something you didn't see often from him. He moved over to you on the couch, pulling you to him. His hands slid down your sides to your hips and your arms held him around the neck. Leaning forwards the two of you lock lips in a hungry battle, which was won by none other than, Sherlock Holmes.

His hands were up your shirt working at the back of your bra and your hands had already taken his shirt off when a sound rang through the room.

Ahh.~

Pulling away from Sherlock you eyed him in confusion. You knew that you hadn't made that sound, nor did it even sound like you.

“Sherlock...would you like to explain or would you rather I figured it out myself?” You asked sternly.

“A text from someone. And that was Irene Adler.”

“Who?” You asked, mind racing.

“The woman. She had property that was very revealing and was going to reveal it if we hadn't taken care of it.”

“Why is her moan playing every time you get a text?” You ask a bit mad now.

“I don't know.”

“Sherlock.” You say angry. “What were you doing with her?” You stand up looking down on him waiting for answer.

“Nothing. She stole my mobile when she knocked me out.”

“...And why haven't you changed the sound yet?” You ask a bit less angry.

“Just haven't got around to it and it doesn't bother me.”

“And you just thought I wouldn't notice?” Sherlock was just quiet. Sighing you just pushed him back on the couch so he was lying on his back. Walking over to the table you grabbed his mobile.

“What if we just change it to your moan instead?” You ask with a smirk on your face.