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A Dream of 221 B.

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My eyes open, seemingly from having just blinked, already adjusted to the quiet darkness of the wondrously familiar room. I'm lying on the couch in that glorious flat I know and love, my back resting comfortably against the cushions, arms wrapped tightly around the one and only Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who's facing me, back towards the rest of the room. I don't remember how we got there, and I don't even question it, because NOTHING in my life has ever felt so right and natural as this very moment. Sherlock's wearing his grey pajama shirt, blue striped pajama bottoms, and of course his dark blue silk dressing gown. I feel his arms pull me tighter to him, hands flat on my back, and I'm nuzzling the crook of his neck, feeling his heart's steady beat against mine, and quiet breath atop my head. Sherlock glances down at my legs, and frowns, wrinkling his nose, looking quickly to me and then back down, in a double take. He looks back up at me suspiciously, and whispers.

"Are those MY boxers that you're wearing?"

Aghast, I feel my cheeks start to burn red, knowing full well that they are. So silly of me to think he wouldn't notice!

"Uhhhh yeah," I say shyly, trying to keep my nervous giggles out of his ear as I look up at him, admiring his nose wrinkle. "I'm sorry, I hope you don't mind, I needed some pajama shorts."

Sherlock nods, with a slight chuckle, raising both eyebrows. "Ah yes, I see. I suppose that's rather cute. Odd...... but cute nonetheless. He smirks at me and then steals another glance at my legs. "My, they're very long on you, that's hilarious. Sometimes I forget at how tall I really am. How funny! Next time though, Dear, why don't you just steal one of my shirts to sleep in instead?" He smirks again with a wink, and I'm my face flushes anew, swoony with the thought! WHY didn't I think of that!?!?

I can suddenly hear the soft, happy murmers of my dear friend, the lovely Miss Jamie Leeder, seemingly engaged in some amorous kissing with a certain army doctor, both sitting in a chair (Sherlock's chair actually haha!) across the room. Sherlock frowns, his brows knitting, listening intently, still holding me. "What the DEVIL is that noise?" I giggle, thinking how he always looks so cute when he's annoyed. "That's just John and Jamie, Love." I whisper softly, and he cranes his neck, though clearly he can see nothing in the dark of the flat. "Do you think they're kissing?" he asks me in an alarmed whisper, and I giggle, letting my fingers graze through his luxurious curls, happily mussing them.

"Well, I think that's a safe deduction, since they've just been married," I say giggling, secretly wishing he would kiss me. I look at those full, lucious, somber lips as they frown more, wondering what they'd feel like pressed against mine, and he jerks his head backward one more time, still trying and failing to see anything, and my hands continue to caress his curls, as he turns back to me defeated, and hisses.

"I wish they'd do it quieter."

I giggle, and then feel myself growing quiter with my next thought. "Sherlock?" I ask in the dark, stopping my grazing through his soft, silky hair. Sherlock leans in closer, head slightly tilted, taking note of the seriousness of my tone, his eyes practically glowing in the dark. "Yes, Ally? What is it? Why'd you stop? I was enjoying that." I smile, and continue to run my fingers through his curls, happy that he liked it, as I ask. "Why do you hate marraige?"

Sherlock's inquisitive eyes focus on me intently, clearly surprised by the question, and he tucks one of my own curls behind my ear as he answers. "Well, I think marriage would be altogether boring. Being stuck with the SAME person your entire life, all the time, everyday, it sounds like absolute hell." I can't help but smile, which he is not at all expecting. "Sherlock..... Darling...... you're with John, all the time, everyday, and you love it." Sherlock considers this and scrunches up an eye before shaking his head. "Yes, true, but it's different with John Watson. He's my.... my best friend, we solve crimes together, and I, as much as I hate to admit it, need him. A wife, however, some woman telling me what to do, forcing me to go to insipid parties and dinners, is precisely something I DON'T need. Domestic bliss just doesn't suit me." I nod, knowing he's probably right, but longing with all my heart to prove him wrong.

He's watching my eyes now, curiously taking note of their reaction, his sharp features softening, leaning in further, so his distinct, perfect nose is almost touching mine. I shiver, and slowly the back of his hand caresses my cheek. "You don't feel that way though...." he says even softer. "You actually WANT to get married to someone, someday, don't you, Ally? What I dread most of all, you..... you look forward to. How curious." I nod, fighting the impulse to brush my nose against his. "Yes, I do. Someday, to the right man. I think it could be quite lovely." His hand travels up to the back of my neck, the other, brushing the hair out of my eyes. "Interesting." He says in barely a whisper, and I can't help but just lay there, and admire him, for everything he is, wishing there was some way I could possibly deserve to be his Mrs. Holmes.

"I wish I was as smart as you." I say quietly, cupping his cheek.

"No you don't." He whispers back softly, with a sad sort of smile. "My gift is also my curse, my mind is never eased or peaceful. My own private insanity at times, always knowing everyone's secrets, it's a burden that I would not wish upon anyone." I feel sad then, having never thought of his beautiful genius that way, never realizing what it must do to him, having to carry the heaviness of everyone's secrets, knowing their life story before they even speak. I hug him to me, softly rubbing the back of his head, and we're both silent for awhile, as silent as the night around us, Jamie and John having apparently gone to bed. I close my eyes and he says the absolute last thing I could have ever expected, creating a warm rushing feeling in my heart, the tears already welling in my eyes.

"I wish I could feel as much as you do."

In this dream of 221 B. I can scarcely breathe as I hear you whisper to me. Clinging to eachother, heart beating in time against mine, the proof of love, this remarkable feeling of never wanting another, craving your kisses, seeing your smirk is, something I want to remember forever. The smell of your cologne lingers, I can still feel your long lovely fingers, my detective's eyes, quick to surmise, glowing in the dark. Trembling as he tells me something that thrills my heart. Apparently we were not so different, not that far apart, deducing me as you do, telling me your secrets too, I can't believe it when I hear you say, "I wish I could feel as much as you."  

 I CAN'T believe I haven't posted this yet!!! The night before the Sherlock Series 3 Finale, I had the most AMAZING, truly INCREDIBLE, crazy realistic Sherlock Dream, the BEST and brightest one of my LIFE!!!! I still can't get over how real it was, the feel of him, the smell of his cologne, the sound of his voice, and everything he said......... I LITERALLY woke up in shock, almost believing that I had actually been there, in that flat I've come to call home, with the man I've always loved! One of THE finest dreams I've ever had! Please read and enjoy!!! ;) (Wink) <2 <2 <1

 

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Oh My Gosh, That was the most beautiful thing I've ever read... QuQ Emoticon 

Lucky you having that amazing dream, ima go see if I can have one :sleep