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Just a Favour, for a Damsel [Sherlock X Reader] 37

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Published: Mar 5, 2015

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Chapter 37: Watson and his questions

        Awaking from your slumber the next morning, you felt as if you’d been hit over the head with a brick or you’d been severely drunk. Untangling yourself from the sheets was nearly impossible but you managed it, noticing you were still dressed from last night. The daylight coming through the window burned your eyes, causing you to wince at the pain and not bother with changing as you exited the bedroom.

        It being midday on Watson’s day off, he was at home, in the living-room alongside Sherlock, both staring at the wall covered in papers and narrowing down his arch-enemy’s location.

        “So what are you going to do exactly?” John questioned as he looked at the Detective who looked back at him.

        “About what? When I find Moriarty or about (Your Name)?”

        Watson thought about it for a second before deciding “Uh, both?”

        Nodding, Sherlock explained what he knew already “Well, I’m unsure with Moriarty, I’ve yet to plan it and with (Your Name), she will probably leave and go back to Paris” he looked back towards the wall, a look of gloom in his eye.

        John acknowledged “Why don’t you ask her to stay, obviously she’ll have nothing left by the time you’ve finished doing whatever it is you’re going to do and it’s kind of obvious you two are as cunning as each other”

        Overhearing their conversation made you grin so wide, instantly forgetting the misunderstanding last night, but still he’d played you at your own game and that was cheeky.

        Entering the living-room with your arms crossed, messy hair and dress, not to mention your make-up “Well played, Detective.” you spoke.

        Both men turned around and blinked as they saw you, “You look awful.” Sherlock blurted, not intending to speak his mind “Uh, awfully nice” he corrected himself.

        Smirking as you took a few steps inside, you whispered “Nice save”

        He smiled and looked down to the floor, speaking low “Thank you”

        Watson stood idly watching, “What happened?” he decided to ask, his brain mentally slapping him.

        Your smirk remained as you turned your head to look at him “Sherlock tricked me into taking some sort of sleeping pills” you explained.

        The Detective soon spoke, defending himself “You drugged me first! The effects of what you gave me were far worse than sleeping.”

        The smirk curved your lips even more “So you admit you felt the same way as I did last night”

        John was always the third wheel in the conversations between you and Sherlock, it was always arguing and teasing, flirting and eye-love making between the pair of you until bedtime. Maybe one day you’ll both get it out of your system and get together or just sleep with one another until the temptations gone, like normal people. At least that would be a lot easier on John’s behalf and his regrettable questions.