《The fashion consultant | Sherlock Holmes x Reader|》|chapter 31: Marry me| (Smut)
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I was shocked for the rest of the day. Sherlock proposed over the phone, Jess will freak when I tell her. She'll say something stupid about it being not a gentleman like but this is Sherlock. The only thing about this whole situation that bothers me is that I don't know where Sherlock is. There was a loud banging on my door as I was just getting changed for bed. Sighing I re-put on my shirt walking up the stairs. It banged once more as I made it.
"Alright. Calm down." It was Lestrade. "Everything alright..... It's past 11."
"It's Sherlock. We've found him." I shut my door immediately. Forgetting a coat and went straight for the door but Lestrade went up the stairs.
"Where are you going?" I shouted just seeing him before he went up the next set."
"Don't wait for me. There's another car outside for you." Sighing I went out into the cold seeing the car and left.
......
Is was crowded. Cops everywhere, a helicopter in the air. I shivered looking around for Sherlock, but all the lights were making it hard to see. Then I saw his silhouette in front of a pair of headlights. Lestrade and John next to him.
"Sherlock." I breathed running up giving him a tight hug. "John," I said after also hugging him but quicker. "What the hell is going on? And that call. It came out of nowhere." John looked to Sherlock who gave him a nod.
"I'll leave you to it." John left leaving me with Sherlock who grabbed both my hands.
"You look a little cold." Sherlock removed his coat slumping it over my shoulders.
"Please explain." He smiled at me and I calmed a little knowing he was now alright.
"I believe I owe you something." Tilting my head to the side confused Sherlock raised up a little box that made my heart stop.
"Did you plan this whole thing to happen? Just to get me out here at two in the morning?" He smiled lowering the box, grabbing onto my left hand.
"Because I would want to blow up my own flat for fun?" I giggled shrugging my shoulder.
"You're done crazier things." The box flicked open and he plucked the ring out.
"I've been planning this for a while. Originally I was going to give you some flowers and take you out for dinner but....." He gestured around the scene we were in. "This seemed more fitting." I laughed smiling like an idiot.
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"I would have been a little worried you'd go to the trouble to get me flowers for the first time in five years."
"As it is custom I must ask for your hand in marriage." I stopped him from talking
"Even though we're two people living together about to go to church, have a party and go on a short holiday to go back to living together?" Sherlock saw I was joking but tried to keep a straight face as he continued talking.
"But as I already asked over the phone and you said yes I...." I giggled stepping closer to him.
"Just put the ring on my finger and kiss me." Even before Sherlock slipped on the ring I moved forward kissing him. Feeling the slide of the gold ring on my left hand I smiled against his lips as his arms wrapped around my waist. Both my hands went up the dark shirt he had on and up to his neck. Humming as we parted Sherlock went to kiss me again but I put a finger to his lips.
"Why not save that for when we get home." He chuckled softly looking down at me eyes examining my face thinking deeply for a moment.
"And I think I know exactly how we'll get there."
Sherlock took us in a helicopter back to London. A helicopter and then a car waited for us outside to take us to the apartment. My gaze kept going down to the ring on my finger, then I'd bite my lip and notice Sherlock staring at me.
"Ah, home sweet home." He said as we hopped out seeing the massive hole in the wall. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"You don't see the hole in the wall?" He smiled walking ahead to open the door.
"Adds more character don't you think." I smiled leaning forward to kiss him. Sherlock hummed against my lips, I pulled away but he drew me back in. "Just one more." Giving in I let him kiss me as we stood at the opened door apartment at four in the morning.
"You can get even more if we head inside." Sherlock liked that idea, tugging me inside and taking off my / his coat we quietly went down to my apartment since it was less... Well MORE put together at the moment. We stood together in my living room making out as I unzipped and took off my shoes. This making Sherlock bend down more to keep out lips locked around one another. One item after the next we walked our way to the bedroom throwing clothes behind us.
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"You look stunning as always." He husked kissing up my bare stomach and breasts to eventually suck on my neck. Moaning I tried to take off my last item of clothing but Sherlock swatted my hand away.
"Darling tonight is all about you." I frowned shaking my head.
"It's about us." Sherlock smiled lovingly down at me. Oh, I loved the way his eyes softened when staring at me. The way he doesn't look at anyone else the same way.
"Yes us." He repeated kissing the shell of my ear. "And what do you want us to do my love?" He's ever called me that. It sent a shiver to run through my spine.
"I uh something new," I spoke while biting my lip as his fingers feathered across my stomach.
"I do love experimenting. What do you have in mind?" Smiling I leant forward kissing Sherlock once again. He groaned as my hand moved down to underwear trying to remove it.
"Anything Sherlock, just make me cum." Palming him through the underwear he wore Sherlock chuckled from my words.
"I like the sound of that darling." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him raise a pair of handcuffs.
"And where were you keeping those?" I questioned moving down to kiss his neck.
"A magician never tells." Sherlock quickly hooked one wrist in the cold chain. "Are you ok with this?" He whispered to me and I looked up to his face.
"101% ." He smiled down at me.
"Then let's move you up." Sherlock kissed me lifting me up so he could hook me around the bed head. "You look just beautiful." He said kissing down my chest hooking around my panties to slide them down. I watched as he spread my legs, sherlock swooped down quickly taking my soaked folds into his mouth. Moaning I held onto the metal of the handcuffs arching my back, rolling my hips Sherlock held me down. "If you don't stop moving I'll tie your legs as well." Nodding the next moment he went back to work. Brushing my clit with his tongue I tugged on the metal. "Just divine." He groaned sucking harsher and started pumping a finger.
"Please I need you." Ignoring my plead Sherlock went fast making my back arch.
"You're ready now." His lips kissed upwards moving to kiss my lips, moulding our lips together I moaned gasping when he pushed inside of me. The pass was fast and passionate, the pair of us kept our lips together while Sherlock thrusted into my g-spot. Both his hands were tweaking my nipples making my back arch into his chest.
"Sherlock." I breathed out against his lips. Sherlock got down kissing my neck adding to the love bites already there. "I-I'm getting close." One hand slid down from my breast to my clit while his tongue replaced his hand. All the stimulation made me shake against Sherlock. Orgasming hard and pulling against the chains Sherlock groaned at the sensation but did go undone.
"That's good love." Kissing again Sherlock slid out and when I thought it was over he slammed back inside of me. I gasped out a moan. "But I'm not finished with you yet." The quick thrusts he was going along with his fingers still rubbing my clit was sending me into another orgasm... and it did. Sherlock was still going. Tears started falling down my cheeks in the overwhelming pleasure.
"Again please make me cum." Our lips went into a sloppy kiss as Sherlock's thrusts were slowing down Sherlock groaned finishing up and bit my lower lip sending me into my last orgasm.
"Yes (y/n)." Sherlock husked taking us out of our orgasms. We both breathed heavily and Sherlock fell to my side. After relaxing after a few minutes I remembered I was still chained to the bed head.
"Were you planning on getting me out of the chains?" Sherlock turned kissing the side of my boob making me bite my lip.
"But you look so sexy like this." For a moment I thought he would take me again.
"Come on if you don't get me out now then we won't do it again in the kitchen in the morning." That got him Sherlock unlocked the chains then kissed my slightly red wrists.
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