Lunch. What did you think? BORING!!!! Sure, there was small talk, Sherlock talked about past cases, you pried at him to tell you his childhood, he gave in. Nothing that surprised you, you already deduced it. Halfway through, you drifted off. Now, you were walking in the park, not saying anything. You were thinking about him, and hating him for the smoking problem. Surely you have had a worse life them him, and you never let drugs OR alcohol take you. He must have noticed that you were staring at him. He turned to face you and stopped walking. Dammit. Dammit to hell.

"Something interesting?"

"I was thinking about you drug addiction. Sorry, must be hard not to give in."

He stared at you with a bit of hatred. But most of it was of pure love. Yup, you found his turn on. 'Mental note: Whenever you need him, be extra sassy.'

"I'm a terrible person, I know. I'm very proud of it, though."

You said and smiled a cheesy smile. He slightly smiled back. You sat down on a nearby bench, no space in between. Normally, you would have hated the contact, but it was ok with him.

"Y/n?"

"Yes, Sherlock?"

"I believe I have the right to know about your childhood."

"Yes, you do."

You had a short silence after your comment. You leaned you head back over the bench. It went over the back, leaving you looking straight up at the cloudy sky. Curse your height. You closed your eyes. Sherlock wasn't going to take advantage of your now bare neck. You hope.

SHERLCK'S POV

Y/n looked so entrancing in her current position. Her neck exposed over the collar of her coat. I was fighting back the urge to attack it, to leave my mark where her sweet spot was. It was so hard. She was an addiction, an addiction worse than drugs. My mind snapped back to what she said a few minutes earlier. She said I had the right to, but she said nothing. I was fed up with it.

"Are you going to tell me or do I have to pry it out of you?"

I said, sounding more upset than I wanted to. I watched as she tensed, her shoulders stiffening, her fists balling up, and her eyelids shutting tighter. I upset her. Bloody hell. She looked up at me, burning my eyes with hers. All the softness in her e/c eyes now long gone. Bloody fucking hell. I fucked up. She sat up straight, I was slightly frightened. I deserved the look of hatred she was giving me. Something shined in her eyes. Tears, oh god, tears. Sherlock you really did it this time. She obviously didn't like it when people were harsh to her. The tears lasted a second. She sucked them back in without blinking. I saw it, her hurt. But why was she so hurt?

YOUR POV

He asked about your childhood. To make it worse, he asked in a harsh tone. You tensed and looked up. You didn't tense due to the hatred, but it was because you didn't like people using harsh tones around you. It reminded you to much of... HIM. You felt tears in you eyes and brought them in.

"Sherlock, if you want to know about my childhood so much, why don't you deduce it?"

SHELOCK'S POV

Deduce her. That's what I've been trying to do! She was so hard to figure out, her emotions going on and off, switching from one to another. I looked at her with the most apologetic look I could muster. Her hatred never broke. I looked down at my lap, her gaze burning a hole in me.

"I'm afraid I can't."

I mumbled, hoping she didn't hear me. My hope died when her gloved hand wrapped around my own. Her long, thin fingers trapping my cold hand. Her other hand went under my chin and forced me to look at her. Her eyes going back to their original softness, a hint of regret barely there. She was sorry, and she was going to apologize without words. I was waiting for her soft lips to meet mine, to fell the warmth of them. She leaned in. I braced myself, hoping I wasn't blushing too much. Her lips passed mine, and went to my ear. She spoke in the most seductive voice I've ever heard. Her smooth lips grazed my ear as her silky voice spoke with confidence and smugness. God, she was so sexy. She whispered into my ear.

"I dare you."

A/N: I FEEL LIKE I HAVE A BUNCH OF PLOT HOLES. I FEEL LIKE THIS STORY IS TERRIBLE. I MIGHT JUST DELETE IT. I HAVE NO IDEA. I'M TOO TIRED TO THINK ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW, I'LL DEAL WITH IT IN THE MORNING.

~THAT'S ALL FOR NOW,

LEMON. XXX