Sherlock Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Her voice was annoyingly calm, like she was talking about the weather instead of the fact that I was chained to a wall like some rabid animal they forgot to put down. “I’m fine,” I snapped at her. “You’re not." I let out a laugh because that sounded like shit even to me. “Wow, no shit, Sherlock. Yeah, I feel freaking awesome. Five stars. Would totally recommend getting kidnapped by vampires and chained in their creepy-ass basement." She went quiet after that. Just let the silence sit between us until it got under my skin. “You’re still trying to reach your wolf,” she said. I froze for a second, which was stupid because that probably gave me away. “I’m not,” I said way too fast.

"That's sex. Have you ever kissed her? I know that Beth and you are not together anymore, but-" "Sherlie, as far as I am concerned, Elizabeth is my woman. Elizabeth. Not Megan, not anyone else. Elizabeth." "But you said that you didn't want to be her boo thing anymore-" "I want us together. That's what I was getting at." "Well, you sure do have a funny way of putting it." "No shit, Sherlock. I've tried calling her, but she's not picking up. Is she okay?" Sherlie snorted, pinching a small bit off the croissant on her plate and putting it in her mouth.