Sherlock preferences/one shots (request closed)

Title: Secrets aren't secrets when they're that obvious
Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mary Watson, Mrs. Hudson

Warnings: None, I mean just warning you Sherlock's ooc lol sorry

Word Count: 1,364

A/N: Wow so okay..... I would say how sorry I am and make up tons of excuses but I just...... ugh i am sorry but I have no excuse. I'll try to find all the requests I had and write them...... then I'll work on revising all of this mess but as we wait for that take this one shot I wrote for my Tumblr 

You sigh shifting your weight as you attempted to get comfortable on the couch. Sherlock shuffling in his chair caused you to look up. He smiled an uncharacteristically warm smile and patted the space between his legs. You giggled and pointed to yourself mouthing "me". He smirked nodding. You slid off of the couch and walked hesitantly over to your boyfriend, if that was even the right word to use for what Sherlock was to you. You sat down slowly and Sherlock's arms wrapped around your waist pulling you against his chest. A blush crawled up your neck as you snuggled up closer to him.

With a comfortable sigh you opened your book yet again. After a few chapters with him reading over your shoulder, which worked out ok as he would always finish before you and didn't mind waiting for you to catch up your head hit his chest. Your eyes fluttered shut as you were unable to keep them open any longer. The book slipped from your fingers, you cracked your eye open a smidge to see Sherlock catch the book before it fell. With a comfortable sigh you smiled and closed your eyes again.

You were awoken by the noise of John shutting the front door and chatting happily with Mrs. Hudson downstairs. Like lighting you shot up out your seat and sat down in John's chair. You frowned slightly missing the warmth of Sherlock against your back as you tried to find the page you had last read before you fell asleep. Of course there's no reason for John to find out today, you thought brushing some hair behind your ear. You glanced up at Sherlock to see him putting on a fake pout for you.

Your eyes narrowed, "It will just be easier this way."

"I know." Sherlock replied calmly.

"You know what?" John asked pushing the door open.

"Everything", you muttered with a displeased look on your face. John laughed and greeted you both, Sherlock grunted vaguely in reply. "Hello John how was your day today?" you asked with a grin.

"Oh you know just planning the wedding and such", John failed to hide the smile in his voice as he walked into the kitchen.

"That's great! Is it coming along well then?"

"Oh yes, I'm very excited", John called poking his head out of the kitchen wearing wild smile. You looked over at Sherlock, a foreign expression crossing his face. You frowned and shook your head looking down at your book once again.

Days later you stood flush against Sherlock's chest your hands on his chest trying to push him away. Sherlock being his usual stubborn self leaned down in attempt to kiss you, which resulted in you pushing him farther away. What is he thinking? Does he want to get caught? He's supposed to be on a case with John, you thought freeing yourself from his arms.

"You have to go and meet John", you scolded folding your arms over your chest," Sherlock you're never late for a case. They will be suspicious." You glared at him somewhat playfully.

"Let them have their suspicions", Sherlock persuaded, your glare hardened. "Just one kiss then?" Sherlock asked with a quirked eyebrow.

You nodded reluctantly. In an instant his smooth lips were on yours with a fiery passion that made your knees weak, hands were on your hips creasing them hungrily. You relaxed against him instantly; the feeling of his lips against yours was always pure bliss. You moaned quietly as his tongue pushed its way into your mouth. As the two of you were so wrapped up in each other you completely forgot that you weren't alone in 221b that day.

"SHERLOCK" Mrs. Hudson shrieked. Sherlock's lips left yours right away but his arms tightened around your waist. "Oh! I-I am sorry!" Mrs. Hudson stuttered as she bent down to pick up the tray and the shattered tea cups.

You coughed and shook your head,"Uh no, no I got it Mrs. Hudson; you don't want to cut your hand." You cooed kneeling down to help her. Sherlock sighed from above you and ran a hand through his hair, he reached over the both of you to grab his coat and scarf.

"So you and Sherlock? Really?" She whispered looking up to meet your eyes. You nodded and covered your mouth to stop the giggle that bubbled up in your throat.

"Ok well I have to meet John" Sherlock announced stepping over you and Mrs. Hudson. You pouted a little and called a goodbye to him down the stairs.

You sighed putting on your coat, as Sherlock slid on his scarf.

"Remind me again why we have to get separate rooms. Mrs. Hudson probably told half the country by now", you said with a side sliding your backpack onto your shoulders.

"I told her specifically not to tell anyone. So I am doing as you like and keeping our relationship a secret." Sherlock told you simply picking up both your bag and his own and heading down the stairs to your car. You sighed with a smile going down the stairs in a happy daze. Sherlock had never really referred to your relationship let alone actually defended it.

The car hummed slightly as Sherlock drove you to the hotel. Your hand rested comfortably on your hand as you gazed out the window with a goofy smile. He loved you; you thought hopefully, he always showed you in little ways. As little as acknowledging that the two of you were in a relationship. He did say it to you once that's how you knew for sure, but it was nice when he showed you, even if it was in his own weird way.

"You really asked her not to say?" you asked thinking maybe it was just to good to be true, maybe you heard him wrong...

"Of course, well you did say you didn't want anyone to know yet didn't you?"

"Well yes, but I didn't think-"

"Didn't think what? That I was capable of respecting your privacy." Sherlock cut you off.

"No, I just, uh thank you Sherlock that really meant a lot to me", you finished, and he smirked and grabbed your hand.

"I know. That's why I told her, love." Sherlock whispered and rubbed his thumb over your hand in a soothing motion.

You smiled your heart filling with an immeasurable joy, and you let out a content sigh. The rest of the car ride passed in a blur for you as you relished in what little time you had left to be even somewhat romantic with Sherlock. This weekend was about Mary and John not you and Sherlock and you would try your hardest to keep your relationship a secret.

You weren't quite sure how Sherlock snuck into your room help you get ready, but he did and you were glad he did. Sherlock looked fantastic in his best man suit and just the sight of him made your face hot.

"Sherl, zip me up please." You shuddered when his cold hands brushed against your back as he threw you hair over your shoulder, in one fluid motion he zipped up your dress. His long arms wrapped around your waist as he looked in the mirror at the two of you.

"You look absolutely ravishing", he whispered in your ear," Oh. It seems it's time to get out there." Sherlock said letting go of you and nodding his goodbye.

Later, you were overjoyed to learn that your dancing partner was to be Sherlock. It was quite obvious you being Mary's maid of honor but it never really crossed your mind until he was leading you out onto the dance floor. It was magical to be able to be in Sherlock's arms, in public, without question.

As you turned you say Mrs. Hudson smiling with glee, you blushed and hid your head in Sherlock's chest. This caused him to smirk down at you a certain admiration filling his eyes.

From across the room John shook his head and nudged Mary to look at you. "I knew it", he whispered to her, "He's only nice to her."