The Consulting Detective's Apprentice (Sherlock x Reader)

Chapter 14: 2 cool 4 school

You loaded it softly, and were happy to see that Sherlock was too engrossed with the literature in front of him to notice anything you were doing. You aimed the gun professionally and breathed out, softly, and before you breathed back in you pulled the trigger and shot.

The dart wheezed through the air at a high speed, hitting your target perfectly. So an unknowing Sherlock suddenly felt something collide with the side of his head, with a loud *thump*.

AND HE STILL DIDN'T LOOK UP!

So you aimed again, and shot off about five darts in the same direction, all of them hitting target. The last one even got stuck in his gorgeous curls, and you giggled.

'Geez Sherlock, how much information did you throw out of your mind palace? I think I heard the last one echo.' You said with a shit-eating smile, because Sherlock was finally paying attention to you. He was still sitting in his chair, throwing you a death-stare.

'Why are you still sitting like that?' He asked you, probably trying very hard not to sound interested.

'My chair fell.' You said as you put away the gun, it only had one dart left and you needed to save it.

'Why didn't you get up?' he asked, his tone indicating that he expected something weird from you.

'That would require me to touch the floor.' You huffed, crossing your arms.

'So?' Sherlock asked.

'So if I touch the floor demons will pull me away from my ankles and you would be robbed from your precious girlfriend.' You stated as if it were obvious, looking at your nails in the process.

You heard the chair make a scraping sound as it was pushed backwards by Sherlock, who was finally getting up to be your saviour and carry you to the fridge, but when you looked up, you realized that was not going to happen. Sherlock was looking mischievous, his face neutral but his eyes revealing his true intentions.

'If you value your life. Don't.' You warned him, but he stepped even closer you, and grabbed your wrists, pulling you off the chair. But before you could touch the ground you wrapped your legs around the chair, dragging it with you.

'Don't be so bloody stubborn.' Sherlock grunted as he pulled harder, and you huffed.

'You're one to talk.' You shot back, and felt how Sherlock let go of your wrists. You climbed on the chair that had become your isle of safety, and prepared yourself for the next attack.

When nothing came, you stood up, still standing on the fallen chair and you turned around to where Sherlock stood. He looked at you with a fond smile and a happy shimmer in his eyes, you grinned.

'giving up?' You asked him, and didn't move when he stepped closer.

Sherlock placed one of his hands on your lower back and got closer and closer, finally kissing you. You hummed happily into the sweet kiss, feeling a shudder of content go through your body. Right then you felt a hand between your shoulder blades.

ofuck.

Sherlock hooked his leg between yours and pulled back, causing you to fall back, he however made sure you didn't really fall by holding back your weight with his arms, then he lowered you on the ground.

'I don't give up, love.' He said, bowing forward with a triumphant grin on his face.

You hooked your arms around his neck and pulled him down, at the same time rolling over so you were lying on top of him.

'That was a mistake, love.' You sassed back with an equally smug grin. Sherlock was still smiling at you, looking incredibly proud.

'Remember that shy, insecure girl I met at the beginning?' He asked you and you rolled your eyes with a smile, giving him a peck on his lips before getting up and offering him a hand.