SMUT WARNING

You woke up to a knocking on the door of the small apartment you were staying in. Groggily, you opened the door and saw Sherlock standing there. His heart fluttered at the sight of your sleepy state, finding you absolutely adorable, but he quickly covered it.

"Sherlock? What are you doing here?" you asked him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you let out a small yawn. "I need your help on a case," he replied. "Sherlock," you began to protest but he stopped you. "Just a case, we'll keep it strictly professional," he told you. "Why don't you ask John?" you questioned. "He's away with Mary, his wife," Sherlock responded.

You stared at him as you debated your options and finally decided to go, otherwise, you knew he wouldn't leave you alone. Sherlock opened the door to the backseat of the cabbie as you both got in. "Where exactly are we going?" you asked. 

"Last known location of Charles Magnussen," he replied as the taxi turned onto a more secluded street that didn't have a lot of cars. "Wait, as in, most dangerous man alive, Charles Magnussen?" you asked, watching as the taxi drove down a road that lined a hill. "Yes," Sherlock replied. The next thing you knew, a car came barreling into your taxi and the car rolled over multiple times, tumbling down the side of the hill. 

You had multiple cuts on your face from the glass shattering and when the car finally stopped rolling, you and Sherlock were hanging upside down. You groaned in pain as Sherlock looked panicked. "Are you alright?" He asked, carefully stroking your face. 

You nodded slightly and Sherlock took out his knife, cutting the straps of both of your seatbelts. You were careful of the glass as you placed your feet on the roof of the car. The window on your side of the car had been completely shattered, allowing you an escape route. Carefully, you climbed out of the car with Sherlock following you.

"What about the cab driver?" you asked him. "He's not there. Must have jumped out before the car hit us," Sherlock replied. "Was this Magnussen?" you asked. "Yes," a random voice said. You turned to see five men standing there with their guns pointed at you and Sherlock.

"Get in the car," they stated, pointing towards their black car. You and Sherlock slid in the back with three of the men who still had their guns pointed at you. The car ride was silent, and soon, the car pulled over at an abandoned warehouse. Two of the men led you and Sherlock inside the building while the other three walked behind you.

They led you both to a large room, and as soon as you were in, one of the bigger men hit you hard across the face. You gasped as you hit the ground and the man was on top of you in seconds, wrapping his hands around your throat. 

You gasped for air as you tried to pry his hands off your throat. You looked over at Sherlock who was being held back by the other four men as he yelled, "Get your hands off of her!" Just as you were beginning to see black spots, the man moved off of you, pulling you up and throwing you in a chair. The man tied you to the chair as the other men tied Sherlock to a chair that was facing you.

Sherlock sent you an apologetic look as bruises already began to form on your neck. "Sherlock Holmes, you've been coming after my boss for a while, now," the man who choked you said, moving towards Sherlock.

"We were going to attack you in your flat, but you came to us, and you brought your little girlfriend," the man continued, making eyes at you. "Are you going to kill us?" Sherlock asked. "Yes, but not right now. Magnussen just wants to send a little message. Back off," the man explained. "Or else?" Sherlock asked. The man smirked and pointed the gun at you and Sherlock immediately began to squirm in his seat, wanting to be next to you, to protect you.

"Do you really have to ask?" the man asked, Suddenly, a phone started to ring out. The man answered his phone and a few moments later, hung up. "Unfortunately, my boss would like to make sure that you realize how serious he is," the man stated, untying you from your chair and pulling you out of the room. "Say goodbye to your girlfriend, Mr. Holmes," the man said.

You turned to look at Sherlock as he yelled, "No! Y/N! Take me instead, please, take me." You wanted to cry at the thought of Sherlock begging the man to take him instead of you. That's when you knew. He actually cared. He actually loved you.

You tried to fight against the man, to run to Sherlock, but the man pulled you out of the room. He pulled you into a room and took out his gun. "Are you going to kill me?" you asked. The man fired off a shot, the bullet flying by your head. "No, we're going to kill him," he replied with a smirk. "What?" you asked. Suddenly, a gunshot was heard from the room you were in just a few moments ago.

"No," you breathed out as realization dawned on you. You couldn't lose him. Not again. The man smirked as he led you back to the room, preparing yourself to see Sherlock dead, once again. But, when the man opened the door, Sherlock was still alive sitting in his chair, tied up. 

The man threw you into the room before stating, "Next time, it won't be a bluff. You'll both be dead. Back off,"  the man said before all five of them disappeared. You immediately ran over to Sherlock, untying him. You both stood and he pulled you into a kiss. You immediately responded, pulling him closer to you.

"I thought I'd lost you again," you whispered against his lips and Sherlock could see how broken-hearted you were. He pulled you into another kiss as he grabbed your legs, lifting you up so that you were straddling his hips. He pressed you up against the wall, letting his lips trail down your neck, healing every crack in your heart with every kiss.

You stopped thinking and just felt. You felt the way his lips moved in sync with yours, your tongues fighting for dominance. You felt the heat spreading between the two of you as your bodies were pressed together. You felt the way his hand rested on your stomach, not daring to go further, not wanting to cross a line, but you could see how desperately he wanted to touch you. 

You placed your feet on the ground and moved his hand further, slipping it into your panties and he let out a small groan, finally getting what he wanted. He began to rub circles on your clit, making you moan before slipping his fingers inside of you.

You let out a soft moan as Sherlock stripped off your shirt and bra. He took one of your breasts in his mouth as he softly bit and sucked at your most sensitive areas across your chest. He paused for a moment, looking into your eyes and you could see his were dark with lust. He placed his lips on yours, slipping his hands out of your panties, tangling his fingers in your hair. 

You stripped his shirt off, and began to trail kisses down his abdomen. Stopping at the hem off his pants, you placed kisses around the area before taking off his pants and boxers. You kissed the tip of his cock, making him shudder with pleasure before you took him in your mouth.

Sherlock let out struggled sighs of pleasure as he gripped your hair tightly. He filled with ecstasy and let you continue a bit longer before he couldn't stand it anymore. He lied you down on the ground, practically ripping off your pants and panties before lining himself up with your entrance and thrusting in.

You gasped at the feeling of him being inside of you. You'd missed it too much. You needed it too much. It felt so good, how fast he was going, how deep he was going, his lips on yours. It was all overwhelming and sent you both barreling over the edge. 

As the two of you came down from your high, you rested your head against Sherlock's shoulder for a moment before he pulled out, collapsing on the ground next to you. He grabbed his overcoat and used it to cover the both of you as best as he could. You both laid on your backs for a moment, trying to catch your breath.

Thoughts raced through your head, but it all came to one conclusion, you were still completely in love with Sherlock Holmes, and unless you were beside him, through thick and thin, you were never going to be happy, because Sherlock was your happiness.

You rolled over and placed your head on his chest. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you and you could hear the pounding of his heart. "What does this mean?" he asked, hating how confused he sounded. He was always so sure of everything, except for when it came to you. "I don't know, you have a fiancee...," you trailed off. 

"I broke off the engagement a week ago," Sherlock told you, making you lean up to look into his eyes. "What?" you asked. "I told you Y/N, she meant absolutely nothing. I was using her to gather information. I got the information I needed and broke up with her, I was waiting to break up with her to tell you I was back, because I knew what I had to do to take Magnussen down and I couldn't stand to hurt you again, which obviously I did anyways," Sherlock explained, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders as he was finally able to tell you everything.

You kissed Sherlock on the lips, still plump from sex. When you pulled away, you told him, "I want to go home." Sherlock looked a little disappointed but agreed. "We'll call a cab and have him take you back to your flat," he told you.

You shook your head. "No, Sherlock, I want to go home. Back to 221B, back to Mrs. Hudson, back to you," you reiterated and a large smile spread across his face. "You want to come home?" he asked for confirmation. "Yes, I want to go home," you replied. Sherlock pulled you into another kiss before moving to start putting on his clothes. He called John and asked him to send a taxi to your location and you decided to get dressed too.

When the taxi arrived, you saw John sitting in the back. You and Sherlock climbed in and Sherlock pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around you. You laid your head against his shoulder and John said, "Glad to see you guys back together." You smiled at John as Sherlock placed a kiss against your forehead before whispering to you, "We're going home."