Out of Ten - Sherlock x Reader
This idea came to me late, late at night.
It had become a habit, somehow for you to rate things Sherlock said on a scale of 1-10 depending on how okay they were to say. Usually, he was stuck below six.
“Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring.”
“Three.” You stated, not looking up from your phone.
Sherlock sent you an apologetic shrug.
“For the sake of law and order I suggest you avoid all future attempts at a relationship.”
“Two!” You blurted, a little shocked yourself.
“You know, (Y/n), sometimes I do wonder how this funny little scale of yours works.” Sherlock commented one day while he sat flipping through some papers.
“Oh?” You asked, focused more on John’s blog which you were scrolling through than the current conversation.
“Yes.” He threw the papers aside, his full attention now resting on you. “For example, some things get a look of shock from most people but you only give me a six.”
“Well, like what?”
“Well,” Sherlock stood up, “Say I said, ‘Oh this murder is impressive! Beautiful! Gorgeous!’ What would you rate that?”
You laughed, closing your laptop, “Five.”
Sherlock’s eyebrow twitched, a smirk appearing on his lips.
“You aren’t as boring as I first thought.” He said, giving you an expectant sideways look.
“I’ve even started to enjoy having you around.” Sherlock, strode towards you, slowly.
“Nine…” You said, a little bit confused.
“You might even say,” He said, standing over you, “That I’ve become attached to you.”
You didn’t say anything, just stared up at this strange, strange man.
“I’m going to need a rating.” Sherlock said with a smirk.
He leaned down, taking your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your lips. It was fast and confusing, but it was heat and fire and electricity. It felt right, strangely, like there was no where else that conversation could have gone.
Sherlock pulled away from you, staring at you with his head tilted, pondering.
“Twelve.” You stated and a grin burst onto Sherlock’s features.
“Oh good, that’s reassuring.”
“Oh I bet.” So you leaned up and kissed him again, your smile melting into his.