bleeding heart

STRANGER DANGER, isn’t that how it always went? Pretty, doe eyes study him, deciding in a rather b o l d move to answer. “No, I don’t think so.” 

“Do you always lead with that?”

“do you want the truth or-?”

an eyebrow raised in her direction and tony realised then that his words had come out a little differently to how they had hoped. “i just meant i need a hand with something. is that no you’re not free or no you are free?”

She HUMS softly, delicate fingers playing with the foil wrapping of the sweet. Her legs shifting to the side, her body wriggling slightly closer to his.           She fiddles with the buttons on the remote he handed her, trying to find anything remotely resembling Netflix.                                                          “What are you up for? Drama? Comedy?” 

“Or can I make you watch Disney?”

      Sherlock turns his head as she fiddles with the wrapper, his arm draped along the armrest of the sofa as he crosses his long legs at the ankles and props them up on the table. He’d been surprised, admittedly, when he’d asked how he could make it up to her for the whole Euros incident and she’d suggested THIS. He’d assumed she’d want a meal. Not a night in watching TV.

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It’s been DAYS, and he hasn’t said anything of importance. Not an explanation, not a ‘I kidnapped you because -’, it’s all been simple things. Take a look at this through a microscope, test this, read that.                                           And she SHOULD be righteously angry, furious even. Every time she remotely works up the n e r v e to say anything, she meets his gaze and BLANKS. 

His eyes are a fathomless blue, different from HIS and dare she think it - prettier. The man himself is remarkably pretty, and PRETTY has a history of making her go stupid. It’s currently another one of these moments where he jerks the gun at her in a shooing motion and she parts soft, pink lips to say - 

“You w-want me to do what?”

This job had been something else, to say the least. Sure, he could take a hostage, but this woman wasn’t hostile whatsoever, nor did she have any information he required. The orders were very clear: no pain can be inflicted, no harm can be done, which made everything rather boring, and make sure dearest Molly doesn’t talk. It most certainly wasn’t his type of job, but it had to be done by someone trustworthy, someone who already knew just about everything. “Sit down over there. I’ve got a new little experiment just for you.” he replied, trying to keep the woman busy. She certainly wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. “Got some blood samples you’re going to take a look at today. Simply write down whatever you can find and tell me all about it next time I come to pay you a visit. Can you do that for me?” 

“You just want me to look at them?” She’s forcing herself not to rove her gaze over his too sharp cheekbones as though he were a work of ART. “Of course I can do it, But I don’t have a choice though, do I?” 

“ you’re mine. you hear me? ”

“ were you with him/her? ” 

“ why is she/he calling you? ”

“ do they know we’re together? ”

“ were you with him/her? ”

“ i don’t want you seeing them anymore ”

“ did she/he make a pass at you? ”

“ i know you were with her/him ”

“ you belong to me ”

“ i can’t believe you were with her/him ”

“ i don’t like the way he’s/she’s looking at you ”

“im NOT jealous ”

“ i thought you only had eyes for me ”

“ he/she can’t make you feel the way i make you feel ”

“ you’re too good for her/him  ”

“is there someone else?”

“ you were flirting with them ”

“ they were flirting with you ”

“ i don’t want you talking to them again ”

“ i can’t stop picturing you with him/her ”

“ the thought of you with him/her makes me sick ”

Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE

Send “UGH” to pin my muse against the wall from FURY

Send “DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING

Delicate fingers of one hand shove into her pockets, the others run through her hair. Her head tilts gently in his direction, pretty, doe eyes roving over him before her glossed lips settle on an amused smirk. “I like the goggles,”

“What’re you, a pilot or something?”

Hand held a delicious and small sponge cake, filled with cream in the middle while his gaze rested upon the river in front of him. Lips curled into a smile when an unknown voice reached his ears. “I like them too.”

“Nah, I’m just fast.”

“So you’re like a marathon runner?” She bounces on her toes a bit, there’s a sudden GASP,  bringing pastel, pink nails to her lips in an excited little movement.