“I’d been hoping that you would drop in.” I willed him to stop talking; to stop looking at me with such wide eyes. I was too close to him; his hand brushed mine. “Your hands are like ice.”
I snatched my hand away. “Mary will start to worry.” My eyes went to the door, then back to Sherlock. He gave me a look that clearly said, ‘what’s your hurry?’ “She’ll be pacing the floor,” my voice shook. I couldn’t blame it on the cold, the fireplace took care of that. “I-I really should scurry.”
“I don’t understand your hurry.” I was pulled down onto the couch, a drink pressed into my hand. What could it hurt? Just half a drink more. I relaxed; the music was soft, something I didn’t recognize. Sherlock was watching me. What would the neighbours think? “It’s getting bad out there,” he was referring to the snow. My heart was hammering. What’s in this drink? “There won’t be any cabbies out there.
“Your eyes are like star light,” his voice was like honey. I wish I knew how to break his spell. I was a married man. This couldn’t go on like this. He was smiling, hand running up my arm to my hair. I knew that I should say ‘no, no, no,’ the least I could do was try.
“I really can’t stay.” He moved in closer. It was rather cold outside. “I simply must go,” my voice was weak.
“It’s cold outside.”
I was married. “The answer is no.”
“But John, it’s so cold outside.” My resolve crumbled. “I’m so lucky that you dropped in.”
It was Christmas. I should be with my wife. “You’ve really been so nice and warm.”
His lips twitched upwards. “It really is quite a storm.” His eyes didn’t even flicker towards the window. “Your lips look delicious.”
I licked them, my eyes flickering down to his. “Your brother will be suspicious.” If he wasn’t watching already. “Ms. Hudson could be at the door.”
His lips met mine. Maybe just one little kiss more. What could it hurt? I felt his tongue on my lips before he pulled away. “You really are quite delicious.” The blizzard continued on.
I shook myself. Mary’s anger would be vicious. “I’ve got to go home.”
His lips tilted downwards. “You’ll freeze, it’s up to your knees out there.”
“I have a coat. You’ve-” What do you say? “-you’ve really been grand.”
“I thrill when you touch my hand.” My heart must have stopped. “How can you leave me like this?”
I was shaking. “People will talk.”
“They do little else.” His eyes were so bright.
I really shouldn’t stay. “It is rather cold.”
He pulled me in close; whispered against my skin, “Just stay here with me.” I could feel his smile against my neck when I gave in.