Sherlock Imagines and Preferences

A Bunch of Fluff

''I guess I'll just have to beat you, then.''

After five long and tedious hours of competing in a game of Cluedo, Sherlock finally came out on top. He jumped up from his chair and cheered. ''Finally!''

A deep sigh escaped your lips and you buried your face in your hands.

Sherlock grinned at your defeated state before hauling you up. ''Come on, Love. We're doing this,'' He said, clearly entertained.

You groaned in annoyance. ''I'll do the dished for a year,'' you offered.

''Nope.''

''I'll go with you on every case you get for a year.''

''Nope.''

''I'll buy you a new coat!''

''Not a chance.''

''Is there anything I can say to change your mind?'' You sighed, letting him drag you to the door.

He turned to you and smiled, wrapping your scarf around your neck. ''Nope.''

~

''I don't want to do this,'' you whined, throwing your head back in annoyance.

''Just put them on, (Y/N). You lost the bet and now you must face the consequences,'' He said simply.

''Fine!'' You huffed. Reluctantly, you put the skates on, not forgetting to dramatically sigh as you did so.

Sherlock simply rolled his eyes and waited for you to finish. ''Give me your hand,'' he ordered once you were done. You pouted but grabbed his hand nonetheless and allowed him to help you up.

He carefully guided you to the ice, but as soon as your feet touched the slippery surface, you seemed to lose control over your limbs. You shrieked in fear as you nearly fell and you clung onto Sherlock as if your life depended on it.

''Easy, Love.'' He chuckled.

''Don't laugh at me! I've never done this before!'' You said indignantly.

''I'll teach you, don't worry.'' He took your hands firmly in his and began to pull you along as he skated across the ice.

Your focus was on your feet the whole time as you squeezed Sherlock's hand tightly. ''Don't let me go,'' You squeaked.

''I won't, Love.'' He grinned.

He suddenly made a turn, sending you into a brief screaming fit. ''I don't like this!'' You fretted.

''You're doing great, (Y/N). Just follow my lead,'' He assured. One of his hands let go of yours and cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him. ''Keep your gaze fixed on me, okay?''

You nodded weakly, doubting whether that was a good idea or not.

''See? You're becoming a pro already!''

You couldn't help but smile at his comment and you started to feel a little more comfortable on the ice. ''This isn't so bad.'' You beamed.

As you and Sherlock glided across the ice, you grew more and more confident in your newly acquired skills.

''I want to try on my own,'' You said, biting your lip.

''Are you sure?''

You nodded confidently and loosened your grip on his hands.

''Alright.'' He let go of you and skated back a little, giving you enough space.

You slipped a little but regained your balance quickly. You placed your hands on your hips and smiled brightly at Sherlock while he applauded you. To show off a little more, you tried to do a quick spin.

You turned a little but immediately slipped and fell flat on the ice.

Sherlock hurriedly skated over to you, a concerned look on his face. ''Are you alright?'' He asked.

''My ankle hurts,'' you complained, sitting up and holding it.

The second Sherlock bent down to check up on your injury, you grabbed his arm and pulled him down, making him shriek and fall on top of you.

''I thought you said you were an excellent skater?'' You taunted, smiling smugly.

''I am.''

The air seemed tense before you both burst out laughing.

''I love you,'' he said.

''I love you, too.''

He pressed a kiss on your lips before standing up, helping you as well. You winced as you applied pressure to your ankle. ''I think you sprained it, Love,'' Sherlock pointed out.

''I'm never going ice skating with you again, Holmes.'' You pouted.

''We'll just have to make another bet soon then.'' He laughed.

You rolled your eyes but you couldn't help but smile a little.

''We'll go home now. You have suffered enough for today.'' He swiftly picked you up and skated to the edge of the frozen surface where you both switched your skates for your regular shoes.

''Your carriage awaits you, Mrs Holmes,'' Sherlock announced, crouching down in front of you.

You smiled before securely wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. ''Allons-y!'' You giggled.

You rested your head in the crook of his neck, enjoying the warmth as he began to walk home. Snow began to fall from the sky, coating London with a thin layer. You shut your eyes and listened to Sherlock humming a song he wrote himself as he carried you.

Maybe ice skating wasn't so bad after all.