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“Take a break, Sherlock,” (y/n) said, placing a steaming cup of cocoa next to him.
He said nothing. Just picked up the mug and took a careful sip without looking away from one of several dozens of books currently scattered around the flat.
(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Sherlock, we have Christmas shopping to do tomorrow. Enough with this ridiculous case! It’s just some kid not getting the attention they need at home. Those ‘riddles’ are hollow and meaningless and you bloody well know it. It wouldn’t take you ten minutes of looking through forums to find the kid and the stolen decorations.”
He pretended not to hear her. She was right, but he did not want to admit it. Cases were surprisingly slow for this time of year. He did not want to solve this one and be left with nothing to keep his mind distracted from the holiday merriment.
Why must even crime be so boring?
Sherlock stole a glance at his girlfriend while her back was turned. She would be good for alleviating his boredom. But not now. That would require him to admit that she was right and he refused to do so after being so stubborn about finishing this truly mundane case. No, he would need to solve the case his way before caving into his desires for her.
But (y/n) was tired of waiting. And playing nice.
Snatching up a wine bottle, she brought it to her lips like a microphone. “Do you wanna build a snowman?”
Sherlock stiffened. “No! Don’t you dare finish that! I’ve had enough of that incessant film for ten Christmases!”
“Do you wanna build a snowman?” she sang again -- louder -- holding her hand out to him dramatically.
“NO MORE FROZEN!” he yelled, massaging his temples.
(Y/N) dropped to her knees and threw her arms around him. “It doesn’t have to be a snowman!”
He grabbed her wrists and pulled her on her back into his lap.
“Madam,” he growled as she giggled, “you’re breaking my concentration.”
She bit her lip with a grin. “Yes…. Whatcha gonna do about it?”
His body language shifted at her words. He knew what she wanted already. This woman was never subtle when she wanted to fuck. But this? That glint in her eye.
The teasing. The challenge.
Sherlock’s hand snaked over her body, her breasts, her throat. He gripped it, not choking. Just firm enough to assert his control and drive the little minx in his lap wild. Her throat hummed against his fingers as she moaned and bit her bottom lip.
He claimed her lips. His tongue found hers. Her fingers locked in his curls. His free hand gripped her thigh as he shifted them both to the floor and got between her legs.
But not once did he let go of her throat.
“Sherlock,” (y/n) moaned between kisses. She quickly unzipped his trousers, pushing them and his boxers down just enough to free his hard cock. “Take me, Sherlock!”
Lifting the skirt of her dress, he moved her panties aside and easily slid inside her dripping pussy. He moaned at the combined feeling of her walls holding his length and her grip on his hair tightening when he brushed over her inner sensitive spot.
“Make me yours,” she begged as he began thrusting.
His grip on her throat tightened just enough to emphasize his words. “You’re already mine, little minx.”
Their bodies writhed together in harmonized pleasure. Chasing that high of ecstasy without rushing the adventure. Kisses and nips found every reachable inch of skin. Hands wandered, squeezed, and teased.
Except one.
She giggled when he traced his tongue around the hand on his throat.
“You like that?” he teased, damn well knowing the answer from the way her pussy fluttered and clenched on his cock.
“Mmm yes!”
Feeling her orgasm rise, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He sped up his pace.
He buried his face in her neck, moaning in her ear. She screamed his name, back arching off the floor. A few more thrusts took them through their climaxes.
After a few moments, Sherlock pulled away and brought her back in his lap -- sitting up this time.
“Are you through singing awful kids’ music?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.
(Y/N) laughed. “Are you done with this child’s play case?”
He looked down at her rumpled dress. “Do I get more of this in exchange for closing the case?”
She draped her arms around his neck and leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “What do you think?” She nipped at his earlobe before tracing kisses over his jaw to his lips.
He slammed his laptop shut as his cock hardened once more. “Done.”