“What?” you asked seriously.
“You heard me perfectly well, Y/N.” he answered.
“Please, you two, not today.” John groaned. John hated when you and Sherlock fought, it was noisy and confusing and intense.
“I believe this calls for another session.” Sherlock proposed. and you both shot off in different directions, coming back with your violins held up stroking the strings with your bows.
When you fought with Sherlock, instead of yelling like any other couple, you and Sherlock stood in the mainroom, dangerously close, eyes locked, playing sad, angry, anxious, tender, erotic medleys. You circled one another, eyes still locked, swirling around the room in a sort of trance as you played your feelings.
You changed your song, into a slow and soft one, Sherlock following as the fight ended. His bow left his strings first. He pressed himself against you, looking down at you as your bow left your strings too and he kissed you.
“I’m sorry.” he muttered.
“Jesus Christ.” John left 221b, slamming the door and leaving you and Sherlock alone.