Like a Child- Sherlock x Reader
Requested by @thefandomfairy567 : Sherlock x reader were the reader is singing while cooking and Sherlock sneaks up on her and compliments the reader and she falls back and he catches her or something rlly fluffy like that.
Note : It isn’t really one of my best, but, I did what I could.
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Silence was a rare occurrence in 221 B, when Sherlock was bored, he’d shoot at the wall. Or when he needed to think, he’d sometimes compose a piece of music and play. So that’s why Y/n was surprised when he said he was going to take a nap. Y/n has known Sherlock long enough to know that him sleeping regularly wasn’t a thing. She had tried to get him to a few days ago, and that didn’t go very well, he just sat in his chair pouting like a child. So him going down for a few hours well was a good thing.
It was almost time for dinner, and Sherlock would probably be up in a while, so Y/n decided to cook something up. Something simple so that Sherlock wouldn’t complain his way through eating it. She stood in the kitchen, the chicken soup she was making was just about ready to be off the stove and into the bowls she had set out.
With the silence of the flat getting to her, Y/n finds herself humming one of Sherlock’s pieces she’s heard him play over and over. She was startled to a stop when Sherlock’s arms wrapped around her waist. Y/n smiles as he presses his lips to her neck, “You’re good at that,” he mutters and Y/n feels him smile against her skin, causing her to chuckle. “At what? Cooking or humming?”
She turns around when Sherlock pulls away, immediately missing his warmth. “Four hours, that’s a record, Sherl.” Y/n smiles, watching as Sherlock rubbed sleep from one of his eyes with the heel of his palm. “What’re you making?” he asks through a yawn, eyeing the pot behind her small frame. “Chicken soup,” Y/n says, turning around to turn the burner off before looking over her shoulder to see Sherlock just about to open his mouth.
“Don’t you dare start complaining,” she deadpans, turning to face him properly, Sherlock shrugs at her, “Well, you’re going to eat, whether you like it or n–” Sherlock groans, putting his hands into the pockets of his dressing gown. And Y/n could see that he was going to complain anyway. Y/n sighs, trying to move around him so that she could grab the bowls but Sherlock stops her by wrapping his around her waist again. “Are you upset with me, Darling?”
“Yes, because you’re suppose to be eating. But no, you want to go running all over bloody London.” though her words were muffled by his clothes she knows he heard her. Sherlock sighs and kisses her forehead. “Alright, I’ll eat” he agrees, sounding reluctant and Y/n giggles, pushing away from him. Though she manages to slip back on the end of his dressing gown, with a surprised yelp, Y/n reaches for Sherlock’s arm, who already had a firm grip on her waist. “You’re okay,” he laughs, “If you continue laughing, Sherlock Holmes, you can take that soup out for yourself,”
Sherlock’s laugh died down to him simply smiling as he turned Y/n around in his arms. He rests his chin on her head, swaying them both slightly, “You’re only saying that now, Y/n. I know for a fact that you cannot remain angry with me for more than five minutes,” he says, sounding quite sure of himself.
“Oh we both know that’s a lie.”
“Oh really? And when was that proven?”
Y/n leans her head back against his chest, smiling, “Two years.”
“That was a completely different situation. And it wasn’t what I meant either.” Y/n faked gasp, turning slightly so she could look at him, “That one time you stalked me even when I told you I was going out with Molly,” That was during the early stage of their relationship, and Sherlock didn’t quite grasp the concept of trust yet.
Sherlock rolls his eyes, “I had to make sure nothing happened while I wasn’t watching,” he defends, as Y/n goes to open her mouth to spit out yet another piece of evidence to prove his theory wrong, Sherlock’s hand covers her mouth.
“Shush,” he chuckles, swaying them still, “Come on, Sherlock. The soup is gonna get cold,”
“But I wanted to dance with you for a bit,” She could just hear the pout, “Surely that’s not too much to ask of you,”
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