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Just a Favour, for a Damsel [Sherlock x Reader] 5

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Published: Jan 23, 2015

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Chapter 5: A brief encounter

        Arriving at Roissy-Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris, it was hell waiting for your bags to arrive from the plane; I suppose it was stupid to think that maybe Alexandre had got them for you since he was occupied. You should have just taken hand luggage, then again half your clothes wouldn’t fit in, so waiting was the only option.

        Soon enough, your leopard skin patterned suitcase came around on the conveyor belt.

        The detective helped you with it, politely pulling it along for you as he held his own baggage, which was the smart way with hand luggage only.

        You felt saddened that your journey with the detective was ending and soon you’d have to part ways “How long are you stopping in Paris for?” you asked curiously.

        “I don’t know. A week, maybe?” he replied.

        Now reaching the exit, a black car was stopped not too far from the door and a young brown haired man waited impatiently against the back door, chewing gum, ghastly habit. Another fellow stood the other side, glancing around and watching people, possible a bodyguard.

        Sherlock knew from his deduction that this was your husband, he handed you your suitcase and kept his distance from the pair.

        You smirked as you saw Alexandre waiting for you, especially while you were with the detective, turning to him you took your case, winking “Don’t forget to call me” you pouted, your red lipstick glimmering in the light was distracting, too distracting for Sherlock’s liking, it was the only place he could stare at, watching your lips move as you spoke “I’ll be very upset if you don’t”

        And before thinking, Sherlock had already blurted his reply, “I will”

        Smirking, you started to walk away, heading towards your, not amused, husband “Who was that? What does he want?” he asked, his French accent sounding almost jealous, he opened the door for you, warily watching the tall man walk away in the opposite direction.

        Handing over your case to the bodyguard you hopped in “Nobody, just a friend I met on the plane” you replied.

        Alexandre got in after you, still questioning sternly “What’s his name?”

        Looking at your husband, you ran your finger down his jawline, “I wasn’t interested in his name… There’s nothing for you to worry about my Da Vinci” you smirked, leaning in and pecking his lips and whispering softly “Why don’t you tell me all about this new statue you desired so much?”

        A smirk grew on his lips and he responded “I’ll tell you about it, over dessert” he playfully growled.