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Gray Skies - Ch. 6

This chapter’s a little longer - and satisfied my urge to write a New England in winter story for Steve and Danny. Enjoy, and happy new year!

Living with depression doesn’t have to mean living without love. An AU that branches off in Season 10.

McDanno, A03, 9k so far

Chapter 6

The ivy-clad grounds of Grace’s small New England college are as different from the tropical shores of Hawaii as anything could be. Steve stands back and crosses his arms, content, as Danny and Grace walk ahead of him on the path through the quad, Danny waving his arms and beaming as he talks with his beloved daughter.

It’s exactly how Steve imagined.

Of course, in his vision they weren’t quite as bundled up, and he couldn’t see Danny’s breath, but Steve doesn’t mind the cold. He even bought Danny a new coat, a short, black, slim-fitting down jacket, to replace that strange olive green thing Danny wore when he came to him in D.C.

Danny refused to wear the matching hat, though, and Steve wonders if he’s regretting it, the tips of Danny’s ears going pink in the chilly air. Grace didn’t have any such qualms, and is sporting the pom-pom hat Steve brought her. “My friends are gonna love this,” she had exclaimed, pulling on the turquoise beanie adorned with yellow pineapples and the word “Aloha” along the bottom. She twirled around to model it, and for a minute, she was eight years old again, showing off a new party dress.

Steve had made sure to capture the moment, quickly getting pictures of Danny and his grown-up daughter, arms around each other and broad smiles on their faces.

Now they’re on their way to lunch in Grace’s dining hall, after a morning spent at a welcome presentation and a talk about “making the most” out of the college experience. After lunch, there are a handful of classes they can visit, and seminars about a variety of topics, including a panel on public service that has caught Steve’s interest.

The dining hall is packed with people, and Grace leads them through the tables until she gets to the one she is looking for. A tall girl with long blond hair pops up and squeals at Grace, while two people that must be her parents look on indulgently. Another girl yells from a few tables away and soon joins in the hug, several more family members tagging along behind her.

After they all find seats, Grace introduces her roommates. The tall blond girl is Hannah, from L.A. Maritza, who has her mother, grandmother, and two younger brothers in attendance, is from Texas. “Sam and Alaina are at the Athletics lunch,” Grace explains to Steve, as she passes around a pile of napkins, “but they’re going to try to catch up with us later. Alaina’s mom grew up on Kauai, she really wants to meet you.”

With that the topic of conversation turns to Hawaii, and what Steve and Danny do for a living. Steve tries to let Danny carry the conversation, but Danny keeps getting distracted by his daughter, who is proudly pointing out other people in the room that she wants them to meet.

Before they’ve even finished their lunch (fairly mediocre soup and sandwiches, but that’s not really the point), Grace is up and dragging Danny over to meet one of her professors. Steve picks at his turkey and cheese and watches them, Danny’s blond head and Grace’s dark one, leaning together as Grace whispers to her dad.

“Grace is a lovely girl,” Maritza’s grandmother says. “We met her when we visited in the fall.”

Steve turns to the woman sitting on his left. Her dark hair swings around her face in a tidy bob, and she looks way too young to be someone’s grandmother. “Thanks. I’m Steve, by the way. Isabella, right?”

She smiles. “Yes, that’s me.”

“You’re lucky that you got to visit already. This is my first time.”

She nods. “Must have been hard for you both to come all the way from Hawaii for all those college tours. Maritza managed to see about half of the ones she applied to. For the rest, we figured we’d worry about it if she got in.”

Steve takes a moment to wonder what Grace has told people about him and Danny. He’s not even sure what she knows about their change in status, so to speak. Steve didn’t come along on any college tours, although he and Danny texted so often when Danny was doing them he almost feels like he was there. Steve decides to change the subject before he puts his foot in his mouth.

“Where in Texas do you live, Isabella? I have a former teammate who did his training at the Naval base in Fort Worth.”

They stretch out the day as long as they can, wanting to spend as much time as they have with Grace, but by evening Danny and Steve are both lagging.

Grace shakes her head at them as the waiter brings their check. They’ve spent the past two hours in a cozy restaurant that is apparently the place all the kids go when parents are the ones footing the bill, and it lived up to its reputation. Danny is still trying to figure out how to make the potato ravioli that came with his short ribs, and Steve was very satisfied with the scallop dish he ordered. He even split a dessert with Danny, a dark chocolate whiskey cake that was served warm with espresso ice cream, and snuck bites of Grace’s creamy cheesecake with a gingersnap crust.

“You guys are done for tonight, you know,” Grace says as they stand up and start pulling on their coats. “All that’s left is the freshman musical showcase, and no one expects their parents to come to that – at least not unless they’re performing in it.”

“You could perform in it,” Danny says, unwilling to admit that there is anything his Grace can’t do.

“I could, but I’m not – I’m going back to my room to finish my chem homework, and then I’m going to sleep.”

“All right, all right,” Steve says, putting an arm around Grace’s shoulders and hugging her close. “We get it. We’ll let you get back to your life.”

“See you tomorrow for breakfast?” Danny says. “At that diner, right?”

“Right.” They exchange more hugs, and then Grace is skipping off down the street, turning to wave just before she turns the corner and disappears out of sight.

Back at their B&B, they chat for a few minutes with a few people who are socializing in the living room on the first floor, Steve poking at the logs in the fireplace and generally scoping out the place while Danny questions another parent about his student’s experience with a seminar Grace is interested in, and then they climb the stairs to their third floor room.

They had arrived late the night before, and hadn’t had much of a chance to appreciate the charmingly decorated room. More than the antique furnishings, however, Steve is excited to get back into the king-sized bed, with its ample down duvet and piles and piles of fluffy pillows.

Soon enough, he tells himself.

“You wanna have the first shower?” Steve approaches Danny, who hung his coat in the wardrobe and then stood staring into it for long enough that Steve wonders if he fell asleep on his feet.

“What? Oh, yeah, thanks.” Danny smiles at him, tired but obviously still happy, and grabs his kit bag out of his duffel. “I won’t be long.”

Steve takes his turn in the bathroom after Danny, and when he gets out, clad only in his boxers, he dives under the covers as quickly as he can.

“Oh my god, you’re insane,” Danny says, opening his arms and pulling him close. “Come here, come here. Your feet are like ice. You’re ridiculous.”

Steve grins and burrows into Danny, who is giving off heat like a stove, as always. “I can’t help it.”

“You just took a hot shower, didn’t you? How can your toes still be this cold? What’s wrong with you?” But Danny’s actions show he doesn’t really mind, as he gathers Steve close to him and wraps the heavy comforter around them both.

“I can put some socks on, if you want-”

“Socks, maybe some pajamas? You are completely lacking in sense.” Danny’s got their legs twined together, Steve’s wet head tucked up against his t-shirt clad chest. He doesn’t actually seem that interested in Steve getting out of bed to put more clothes on.

Steve kisses his collarbone. “You’ll keep me warm.”

“I’ll try.” Danny shuffles them some more, getting comfortable, and Steve can feel himself relax into his hold.

“Grace seems really happy,” Steve comments. It’s true, it couldn’t be more obvious that Grace is thriving here, despite being so far away from home.

“Yeah, she’s doing great.” Steve can hear the pride and relief in Danny’s words. “Thanks for bringing me here, Steve. I mean it.”

Steve presses another kiss to Danny’s chest, then lays his head back down. “It’s my pleasure, Danno. I had a good day today too.”

“Yeah, we did, didn’t we?” Danny opens his mouth to say something else, but his words are lost in a jaw cracking yawn.

“Get some sleep,” Steve says. “We’ll see Grace again in the morning.”

“Hmm, okay.”

Steve tugs the blanket a little higher around Danny’s shoulders, making sure he’s covered up, and lets himself drift off to the sound of Danny’s gentle snores.

Unfortunately, despite the absolutely perfect feeling of being warmly wrapped in Danny’s arms, Steve can’t stay asleep. He chalks it up to the time difference, and after an hour of trying not to move and wake Danny up, he reluctantly climbs out of bed.

The floor is freezing, where it’s not covered with a rug, and Steve hastily pulls on his jeans and sweater, and takes his coat with him just in case. He’s got it in his head that he’s going to go for a walk, but when he gets downstairs and pokes his head outside, he changes his mind.

The porch is lit with twinkling white fairy lights, and the outdoor heaters are still on. There are three small tables with chairs tucked in around them, and a porch swing adorned with festive cushions. Jackpot, Steve thinks, and claims the swing, moving it gently back and forth.

The clearing in front of the B&B is framed with pine trees. Steve imagines they would look lovely dusted with snow, although he’s just as glad it’s not quite that cold yet. He lets his thoughts wander, thinking over how well the trip has gone so far.

It’s only been a week since Danny kissed him, but Steve considers it one of the best weeks he’s ever had. Danny had bounced back quickly from his slump a few days ago. Although work got in the way of their lunch with Kono, they met her at dive bar on the north shore that night, and took up a corner booth all evening long, trading stories and enjoying each other’s company.

Steve had thought about inviting the rest of the team, but after a little while he was glad he hadn’t. There was something about being together, just the three of them, that seemed right. They had experienced so much together that the more recent members of the team had only heard about. Steve feels a little selfish, keeping Kono for themselves, but he figures it won’t do too much harm. And when he sees Danny leaning into Kono’s shoulder, talking in low tones about how he’s been feeling, he figures Danny is probably glad they kept the group small as well.

Steve is startled out of his reverie by a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, what are you doing out here?”

It’s really a rhetorical question, and Danny doesn’t wait for an answer, shoving at Steve’s leg until he slides over on the swing and makes room for Danny to sit down. Danny gives the swing an experimental few rocks, and then sighs, leaning his head back. Steve wraps his arm around Danny and they swing together, Steve pushing at the floor with one foot to keep them moving.

“You doing okay, babe?”

Steve squints at Danny. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He is, he just can’t sleep. Nothing new.

“You really hit it off with Maritza’s grandmother.”

Steve can’t tell if Danny is trying to make a joke or not. “Yeah, she seems like a real nice lady. Close to Maritza, too, and her younger brothers. She watches them afterschool. Apparently likes to play baseball with them.”

Steve had been impressed by Isabella, and Maritza’s mom, too. Single parenting didn’t seem to be too much for either of them to handle. Maritza’s mom worked full time, but was still very involved in the lives of all three of her children, driving carpools, helping with the school play, and coaching little league on weekends.

Isabella wasn’t the only grandparent at family weekend, either. Danny’s mom and dad had even planned on going, until Steve had gotten tickets for him and Danny and they decided to let them have all of Grace’s attention. The only reason Rachel isn’t present is because she caught the flu from Charlie. Grace is surrounded on all sides by people who love her – moms and dads and grandparents who want to be there for all the important events in her life.

Quite a contrast with Doris.

Steve feels that ache in his chest again, and he looks up to find Danny studying him closely.

“You have a terrible poker face, you know,” Danny says.

“No, buddy, that’s you.”

Danny huffs. “It was a lot of family stuff today. Thanks for putting up with it.”

Steve frowns. “I love family stuff – especially your family stuff. I didn’t have to put up with anything. I mean, it’s not like I’m going to have any kids of my own. Might as well live vicariously.”

The words come out as lightly as he can manage, but Danny squeezes closer to him and lays his head on his shoulder. “My kids love you, you know that.”

Steve shrugs, ignoring the hot feeling behind his eyes.

“You’ve known Charlie for as long as I have,” Danny goes on. “You’re as much his dad as I am.”

This clearly isn’t true, and Steve says so. “Besides, Charlie already has two dads, and a mom as well.”

“There’s no limit on how many people can love a kid. Charlie’s luckier than most, that’s all.”

Steve scrubs at his face and takes a deep breath. “Today was a little hard,” he finally admits, voice quiet. “I think about it, sometimes.”

“Having kids?”

Steve nods. “Yeah. Not now, not really. I’m too old. But… what might have been, if I had found someone sooner.” He thinks of little kids who might have looked like Catherine, dark haired and bright eyed.

“Not that I would have been a very good dad.”

Danny shoves him and stands up, knocking the swing back. “What the hell are you talking about? You’d be a great dad.”

Steve stands up too, one hand on the swing to stop it from knocking into the side of the building. “Keep your voice down, it’s the middle of the night.”

“I’ll be as loud as I need to,” Danny exclaims, although he does quiet down somewhat. “Fuck, Steve, how you can think that about yourself? You look out for Grace and Charlie as if they were your own, they know they can trust you, rely on you. They love you.”

“I didn’t exactly have the best role models, growing up.”

“Well it didn’t matter, not for this.” Danny paces across the porch, silently fuming.

It warms Steve, even though his sadness. “I appreciate your show of support, Danny, but it’s water under the bridge.”

Danny stomps a little more, and then sits down on the swing. Steve joins him, bumping him with his shoulder. Danny bumps him back, then goes still.

“It doesn’t have to be,” Danny says quietly.

“What do you mean?”

“You said it’s water under the bridge – it doesn’t have to be. If you really wanted kids – more kids than Grace and Charlie,” Danny gives Steve a meaningful look, daring him to argue about his status with the Williams children, “you could still have kids.”

“That’s not how biology works, Danny,” Steve says, waggling his eyebrows at him.

“I didn’t mean-” Danny huffs. “You’re such a child. But be that as it may, you could still have kids, like with a surrogate. Or adopt, like Mary did. Even foster. Think of the difference you made in Nahele’s life.”

“No, honestly, Danny, that’s not what I want.” At his age, with his health problems, Steve really can’t see himself having a baby, or even an older child. It wouldn’t be fair. “I just think about what it might have been like, that’s all.”

Danny considers this. “Promise to tell me if you change your mind?”

Steve quirks his eyebrow at him. “Why?”

“I like kids,” Danny says. “Babies. Toddlers. Hormonal teenagers, take your pick.” Danny shrugs. “I come from a family of four siblings, you’ll recall.”

Steve feels his heart swell. “Are you saying you want to make a baby with me?” He’s being silly, but it’s more to cover up his ridiculous feelings than anything else. Is Danny seriously proposing that they have kids, or foster, or something – anything – together?

Danny fixes him with a determined stare, the fairy lights reflecting in his blue eyes. “I’m saying that you should let me know if you change your mind.”

Steve wraps his arm around Danny and pulls him close. “I won’t, Danno. But – thank you.”

They cuddle on the swing for a few more minutes, then go back upstairs, strip down, and get into bed. Steve really doesn’t want to have kids of his own, not any more. But he realizes he misspoke before, when he said he didn’t have a good role model for being a dad. Because one of the best dads he’s ever met is next to him right now, curled up heavy and warm against his chest.

“Stop worrying, Steven,” Danny says, reaching up to run his hand over Steve’s head, and cup his cheek to bring his face to his for a kiss. “We’ve got plans with our girl tomorrow.”

<i>Our girl.</i> Steve can’t remember if Danny has called Grace that before. Maybe he has, and Steve is just now noticing?

On that note… “I think Grace’s roommates think that we’re a couple,” Steve whispers. Isabella certainly did.

“We are a couple,” Danny says, squirming closer and kissing him again.

“But that just happened. Does Grace even know?”

Danny pulls back and looks at Steve. “Babe, she knew it long before we did. Now, do you want to keep talking about Grace, or do you wanna-” Danny throws a leg over Steve’s thigh, and it’s clear which option Danny wants Steve to choose.

Steve still has more questions. He’s not done thinking about Danny’s children, and what the change in his relationship with Danny might mean to his relationship with Danny’s kids (does it mean he’s more of a dad? A step-dad? Is being “Uncle Steve” enough, or better?). But Steve is only human. Danny is hard and hot against him, and Steve isn’t about to look this gift horse in the mouth (at least not until he’s done checking out some more demanding parts of Danny’s anatomy).

“Fool around now, talk more tomorrow,” he decides, tugging Danny’s boxers down over his ass. From the indecent noise Danny makes when Steve takes him in hand, Steve’s certain he made the right choice.

#mcdanno #Hawaii Five-0 #h50 #H50 fic #tw: depression

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mirai-eats · 6 years

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Disappear for Twenty Minutes

Lance has a cousin that can get him and Keith into Disneyland for free. Shiro finds out and hints heavily he'd like to go, too.

Voltron, klance/laith, 5,980 words, rated T, modern/college AU

MASTERPOST

“Rico wanted to know if you can come in Friday. Diana called out so you just gotta cover her,” Shiro said over dinner late Tuesday night.

“Sorry, can’t,” Keith said around a mouthful of chicken Parmesan. “Lance and I are going to Disney.”

“How? Neither of you have money for that.” Shiro frowned.

“Lance’s cousin works at one of the hotels and he can get up to three people in for free. Park hopper pass and all,” Keith explained.

Shiro froze, his wine glass of cranberry juice halfway to his mouth. “Oh, okay that’s pretty cool. Have fun. I’ll tell him no, then.”

Keith arched a brow at Shiro’s reaction. “Do you want me to come in? Is there something going on?”

“No, no nothing like that.” He waved away Keith’s question. “Don’t worry about it. Have fun on your date at Disneyland.”

“Ookaay, uh, yeah. I haven’t gone since I was like, nine? Yeah nine. He says I have to try the Dole whip and churros, and we’re gonna get matching ears” Keith continued on. “I don’t really like churros, but he promised these are the best. And he said he’s got a coupon for the Blue Bayou? It’s a really fancy restaurant inside the Pirates of the Caribbean ride. So I’m gonna be sweaty and gross eating in the fanciest restaurant in Disneyland. He has a whole day planned out, we’re basically going from opening to closing.”

“That’s pretty cool. Bring me back a souvenir?” Shiro had stopped eating and was staring at his now empty wine glass. He sighed. “I heard the new Guardians of the Galaxy ride is pretty cool.”

“Shiro, what’s wrong?” Keith put down his own glass and gave him a firm stare from across the table.

“Nothing, nothing,” he said too quickly, his eyes averted Keith’s glare as he shoved a mouthful of chicken into his mouth. He chewed quickly and stood, gathering his plate and wine glass. “I have a paper to write.” With that, he walked quickly to the kitchen and dumped his dishes into the sink before slinking off into their shared bedroom.

On Wednesday he met up with Lance for brunch at a local cafe in Old Towne before their shared noon class.

“I think Shiro wants to come with us to Disney, but doesn’t want to straight up ask because it’s technically a date,” Keith said.

Lance looked up from his morning tea. “It’s a date, though.”

“Yeah, but last time he went he was like fourteen.”

“Do you want him to come with us? I don’t mind at all, my cousin can let in three people, but it is a date.”

“We could sneak off?” Keith suggested. “I don’t think he’d want to be with us, anyway. He’ll probably run off on his own and end up going on Star Tours over and over.”

“Hm, true. But do you want him to come?” Lance gave him a leveled look. “If he’s gonna go do his own thing, sure. I don’t mind.”

“He might be working, so he probably won’t be able to take us up on our offer, anyway,” Keith noted.

He was wrong.

“I’m gonna call out of work,” was Shiro’s immediate reaction to the invitation. “I’m gonna look for my Star Wars shirt, and get us some water bottles. Should I bring a bag? Yeah, portable chargers, first aid kit, snacks, jacket, extra shirt, sunscreen. . .” Shiro had gotten up from their spot on the couch and wandered to their bedroom to start looking for the stuff. He paused in the doorway. “What time do I need to get up? What time are we leaving?”

“Uh, we’re gonna get there at nine,” Keith said. “It’s a full day thing, cause we’re not gonna get a chance to go until summer.”

“Cool, cool.” Shiro dodged back into the bedroom.

The night before the Big Disneyland Adventure (Lance had dubbed it as such), Keith lounged across his bed texting Lance, while Shiro dug through their closet, his sling bag on his bed and packed full of necessities.

Me Today 9:37PM He’s still looking for that shirt. It’s kind of ugly but I just barely managed to convince him not to bring the fanny pack.

Lance <3 Today 9:37PM OMG A FANNY PACK?? MJOKJDFAGAM

Me Today 9:38PM Yeah Today 9:38PM Are you sure it’s okay? It’s a date, I don’t want my brother messing up anything you have Planned

Lance<3 Today 9:40PM Dude it’s cool. Shiros fun to hang out with. I really don’t mind

“Let’s get ready for bed. We’re gonna have a busy day and it’s important we get a full eight hours,” Shiro said. He threw the now incredibly wrinkled Star Wars shirt across his bed. The one with Chewbacca and the 80s graphics and read “Party Animal” across the chest.

“It’s not even ten yet, what the fuck?” Keith put down his phone and glared at Shiro. “I don’t go to bed until after one, you know this.”

“Yeah, but you don’t go to Disneyland everyday, so chop chop get to bed,” Shiro said sternly, even clapped his hands to get Keith moving.

“When you do that it makes me not want to do anything for you.”

Shiro ended up getting Keith in bed before eleven. Shiro fell asleep almost instantaneously, snoring heavily into his duvet, the little ocean sounds he played to help him relax echoed from the tiny speaker by his pillow. Keith sighed, tucked in bed, but with his phone out and his text chat with Lance up.

Me Today 11:03PM I wanna get a fastpass for space mountain first and foremost

Lance<3 Today 11:03PM I wanna get Guardians after tho

Me Today 11:04PM … Today 11:04PM Are you sure this is all Okay? I can always tell him never mind, it’s a date. Or we leave him in downtown Disney.

Lance <3 Today 11:05PM I don’t mind, rly. But do you? This isn’t just about me tomorrow, it’s about both of us.

Keith smiled softly at Lance’s last text. He’s seriously too sweet, he doesn’t know how he got a guy like Lance.

Me Today 11:06PM I kind of do mind. But I don’t wanna break his heart. Besides, we could still ditch him

Lance<3 Today 11:06PM ALSKDNKN THATS THE SPIRIT

Shiro kicked down the bedroom door, bright and early 7:30 AM, with a shout of “GET UP WE’RE GOING TO DISNEYLAND!” and tossed two slices of hot, buttered toast at Keith’s face.

“Shiro,” Keith hissed.

“Lance is gonna pick us up soon,” Shiro said, as he bustled around the room getting the rest of his bag together. “We gotta be ready.”

“He’s probably not even awake yet, let alone on his way.” Keith wiped some butter off his chin and took a bite out of the first slice of toast. “I’m gonna eat this and sleep a ‘lil longer.”

A little after eight, Lance pulled up to the front of their apartment building in his ugly little white car. Keith jogged ahead of Shiro to snag the front seat.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Lance greeted him with a peck on the lips. Keith couldn’t help but check out his boyfriend, with his styled hair and blue eyes still a little droopy with sleep. He hadn’t had any food or caffeine yet, making him a little subdue and more pliant under Keith’s lips. He wore an adorable short sleeve button down, white and decorated in little ice creams. The sleeves were rolled up a bit and the front tucked into a pair of light wash distressed capris. His green army jacket laid across his lap. He was so cutely dressed, like always, it made Keith feel a little weird about wearing dark jeans and his Pizza Planet shirt.

“‘Morning, babe,” Keith said, giving Lance’s cheek and extra kiss. “Thank you for doing this. I’m really excited.”

Lance waved him off. “I been wanting to go with you for awhile.”

Shiro slid into the back seat, grumbling about how he was too damn tall to be crammed in the back when there was a much roomier front seat available for his “incredibly muscular legs”.

They got to the Mickey and Friends parking structure in record time, but was caught up behind the line of cars.

“It’s February,” Keith whined. “On a weekday. Don’t people have jobs? School?”

“Not if it’s Disney,” Shiro said.

“I’d gladly ditch school for Disney anyday,” Lance agreed.

The first problem with bringing Shiro along as a third wheel to their date to Disneyland was met as they got out of the car and got themselves situated.

“Slather on some sunscreen, you two. I have the spray on can and a lotion to use on your face.” Shiro tossed a bottle of sunscreen at Keith. “Are you wearing Converse, Keith? They don’t have support!”

“Jesus, Shiro, are you wearing cargo shorts?” Lance snickered.

“Yes! I can use every single pocket today,” Shiro said. “And you’re wearing Converse, too! Both of you are gonna hate yourselves by like, two o’clock.”

“At least I look good,” Lance murmured.

“You too. Pass the sunscreen to Lance, Keith.”

“I’m Cuban,” Lance said.

“This is the California sun, it doesn’t give a fuck.”

Lance sighed and took the sunscreen bottle from Keith.

The second problem arose once they meandered through downtown Disney and to the meetup with Lance’s cousin outside the World of Disney store.

“Listen up you two,” Shiro started. “Before we get in there I wanna set some ground rules. First of all, this place is huge and there’s a lot of people, so let’s stick together. Second, I love you guys, but I don’t wanna see anything more than G rated hand holding.”

Keith gripped Lance’s hand tighter, also sensing his fun day going down the drain with his helicopter of a brother hovering over them. Lance shot him a side eye look that screamed I can’t believe it but also I can.

A little after nine, they met up with Lance’s cousin, who promptly took them straight to the front gates flashed his ID, and let all three of them go through with tickets handed to them.

“I got Lightning McQueen on mine,” Lance examined his ticket once they got inside. “Lightning McQueen. . . Lance McClain. . . Keith, this is fate.”

“A coincidence.”

Keith was immediately assaulted by so much. The air smelled sugary sweet, and filled with a delightful tune that matched the Main Street USA charm. But God, even forty-minutes after opening, there were so many people. The horse drawn trolley rode by, laden with passengers decked out in Disney merch, people of all walks of life milled about the faux street. Children screamed.

“I’m happy to be here, but I already wanna go home,” Keith said. He saddled up close to Lance and grabbed his hand.

“Nah, the Pirates of the Caribbean ride only has a twenty minute wait, so we’re heading onto that first, but we gotta get fastpasses for Space Mountain before that,” Lance said. He picked up the pace a bit, tugging Keith through the crowd of people milling about Main Street. They were all heading the same way into the park, but Keith couldn’t help but get annoyed with how slow they were moving. They’d stop in the middle of the street, or their whole family would be spread out and make it impossible to walk around.

Tomorrowland was packed with people trying to wiggle into the Star Tours ride. They passed by Storm Troopers, Shiro insisting they stopped and take a picture.

“Move out of the way,” one of them gently nudged a child with his gun and kept walking. The kid laughed and asked if her mom got a picture of that.

“Nevermind, that was really funny, but I don’t want them to be mean to me,” Shiro said.

“Jesus, it’s a fifty minute wait already for Space Mountain?” Keith noted when they reached the entrance.

“And it’s only gonna get worse. Come on, let’s grab a fastpass.” Lance lead them up to the fastpass ticket dispenser, noting that their time would be in three hours.

They hurried back through Tomorrowland, across Main Street, and into Adventureland.

“What’s this line for?” Shiro pointed at the entrance of Adventureland.

“Dole Whip,” Lance said. “It’s pineapple flavored and super good.”

“I want it.” Shiro started to drift toward the back of the line, Keith grabbed his hand and tugged him back into the flow of people heading deeper into Adventureland.

“Later, dude. That lines ridiculous and I wanna get my butt on a ride before I die,” Keith said curtly.

They ended up waiting nearly a half hour for Pirates, standing around awkwardly. Keith and Lance chatted idly, but any topics they really wanted to get into were avoided due to Shiro being there.

The ride was fun when they finally got on it. They crammed into the front seat, Shiro squished in between them. Lance idly told them how there’s rumors that the skull hanging on the bed is real, and there are human remains in the water due to people dumping loved ones ashes in there. Rumors, he reiterated when they got splashed going down the drop.

They wound through the cute back alley of New Orleans Square and found themselves by the train station and the entrance to the Haunted Mansion.

“Hold up, I wanna get a Mint Julep while we’re over here.” Lance practically skipped to the register and ordered three Mint Juleps and a bag of Mickey-shaped beignets. “Cheers.” He held up his own pale green drink, decorated with mint leaves and a lemon slice.

“Oh god, I thought this was going to be alcoholic. This is a baby mint Julep, okay,” Shiro said after taking a sip. “That fucked me up oh my god. Actual mint juleps taste like pain but spicy. This tastes like something I would like to have pumped into my blood. Hook me up to an IV of this.”

“The ones inside the Blue Bayou restaurant have light up ice cubes and skewers with cherries on them. This is the cheaper, less fun version of them,” Lance explained.

“They can be even better?” Keith said softly.

The beignets were fantastic. Shiro accidentally exhaled too hard on his and got powdered sugar down his front. Keith inhaled laughing too hard and took in too much powdered sugar and started coughing.

The Haunted Mansion wait was a little more fun than the Pirates, due to the line being wrapped through the front lawn that was covered in funny gravestones. They took turns reading.

“Wait, wasn’t the Haunted Mansion a scary movie?” Shiro said.

“When I was seven it was scary,” Keith said.

“I actually never saw it,” Lance said. Shiro and Keith stopped and stared at him.

“Then why are we going on the ride?” Keith asked.

Lance shrugged. “It’s a good ride. If the movie is as scary as the ride, then it’s really not that bad.”

“Okay, Mr. Disneyland expert. . . who hasn’t even seen the Haunted Mansion.”

“During Halloween and Christmas they deck it out as Nightmare Before Christmas and I actually like that better than the original Haunted Mansion.”

“Why would you even say such a thing? Keith, can you please break up with him?”

“Not yet.”

Lance gasped and spun to face Keith. “Yet?”

“You’re on thin fucking ice for thinking Nightmare Before Christmas is better than Haunted Mansion.”

“It’s fun! And it combines my two favorite holidays into a family fun musical!”

Lance was right about the ride, it was definitely not scary, but it was a lot of fun.

They rode few more short rides with almost as short lines, and wounded up getting a few churros outside Thunder Mountain.

“I want a hat,” Shiro said, staring off at a child wearing a Lightning McQueen ear hat. Keith prayed that wasn’t the one he wanted. “And Dole Whip.”

“Aw Keith, we should get matching ears,” Lance nudged Keith’s hand and grinned.

“You can have the Minnie Mouse ears,” Keith said,

“I’m down. She has a bunch of cute bows.”

They rode Thunder Mountain, the ride being a two seater roller coaster so Shiro sat in the very front seat by himself and Keith and Lance behind him. After that they took off across the park to get to Space Mountain, weaving through the foot traffic and strollers. Keith lost count of how many times a parent tried to run him over with a stroller, the child legs kicking out aiming for his knees.

“I will literally,” Keith huffed. “Kill the next person who thinks they can run me over with their two seater stroller and nine year old kid in the front seat on a tablet,” As he said that, he got cornered by a large family that split him off from Shiro and Lance, herded him into a trashcan, and nearly got ran over by a two seater stroller with an older child in it, the parent weaving expertly through the crowd with the intent to kill anyone who got in her way. Keith barely dodged out of the way from certain death, almost stumbling into an ice cream cart. He circled back to where Shiro and Lance were walking. “I’m going to kill her.”

“The kid wasn’t on a tablet though,” Lance pointed out.

They made it through the fastpass queue in record time, following the weaving path through the other fastpass checkpoint and into the building. They were belted into the ride in a matter of ten minutes.

“Wow that was kind of fast. It’s a seventy-five minute wait,” Shiro said, a little breathless.

“I’m gonna shit myself this is so cool.” Keith was practically vibrating in his seat, up in the very front with Lance. Like Thunder Mountain, they had asked the cast member if they could get a front row seat and they’d been directed to row number one.

The pictures came out terrible. Lance couldn’t stop heaving with laughter as he snapped a picture of it on Snapchat and posted it to his story. Shiro, chin partially blocked by Keith’s mane of hair, was grinning like that cat meme. Keith looked like he was high, and Lance took the time to pose with a smile and forming a heart with his hands.

“I’m not photogenic,” Keith murmured.

“You were also going thirty-five miles per hour on a roller coaster in a pitch-black room, you didn’t see the camera coming.” Lance gave a comforting pat on his back and placed a kiss on Keith’s cheek.

They got a fastpass for Star Tours and wandered through Fantasyland, riding a couple storybook rides and getting more churros. On the teacups, Keith and Lance weren’t even properly sitting, intent on making the cup spin faster and faster. Shiro had his camera out recording, leaning all the way back so he wouldn’t get hit with a stray elbow. They stumbled off the ride and wound up taking pictures outside The Mad Hatter inside the teacup. Lance managed to convince Shiro to take a picture of Keith and Lance in the teacup. Lance wrapped his arm around Keith and pulled him in and smiled. Keith, not wanting to ruin the obviously couple-y picture he was going for, awkwardly rested his hand on Lance’s knee and leaned in close, smiling at the camera. His cheeks felt warm.

It was nerve wracking, being in public and being openly affectionate with each other. They’ve been together for almost four months, friends for longer. They were still tentative with each other. Keith wanted to always kiss his stupidly pretty face, hold him close and not let go.

Lance, probably reading Keith’s train of thought, tilted Keith’s chin up and placed the gentlest kiss on his lips. He kind of hoped Shiro got a picture of that.

“Knock it off, you two. I wanna go buy a hat.” Shiro slapped Keith’s shoulder and dropped Lance’s bag into his lap as he walked by. Their little bubble was broken.

Keith shot Lance an apologetic smile and climbed down from the teacup, holding out a hand to help Lance down.

Shiro was already looking through the hats. Keith zeroed in on a pair of ears.

“Oh my god, they light up,” Keith gasped. He clicked on the little light, seeing the Millenium Falcon and Death Star flash between the stars.

“Aw, but babe, matching ears,” Lance pouted and held up a pair of ears with a sequin polka dot bow. “This one has interchangeable bows.”

“Is there a Star Wars themed bow?” Keith asked.

Lance scrunched up his whole face in thought. “I don’t think so.”

“Tough luck, I’m getting this.” Keith turned to take it to the register to see Shiro turning away and thanking the cashier, fixing a hat atop his head.

“Are you shitting me, Shiro?” Keith asked, agashed. A mother shooed her son away from Keith, shooting him a dirty look.

Shiro wore the Goofy hat. A tall green, flimsy monstrosity with long ears that dangled to his shoulders, the black band reading “Goofy” in block orange letters. Shiro grinned. “What? I liked this one.”

Lance was guffawing behind Keith. “Shiro, oh my god, Shiro. That’s so fucking funny. I love it.”

“I don’t,” Keith grumbled.

Keith bought his cool light up ears, and Lance got the interchangeable ears with the Little Mermaid bow. Lance sulked out of the shop, disappointed at not matching Keith.

“You guys should get those matching Disney shirts,” Shiro suggested.

Lance sulked more somehow. “No, those are tacky.”

Keith snorted. “And the matching ears aren’t?”

“Yes.”

At that point in the afternoon they meandered over to Adventureland and got in line for Dole Whip. Keith bought one for him and Lance to share. That made him perk right up and forget about the ear thing. They didn’t even bother with spoons, content with taking turns licking off the top. Shiro trailed behind them, his own Dole Whip in hand.

“This is so fucking good, I’m gonna cry,” Shiro said, voice cracking. “This was worth $3.49. No, this is worth $5.49.”

The rode a few more rides before their fastpass for Star Tours was ready. They got side tracked on their way around to Tomorrowland by Captain America, standing outside the Marvel center taking pictures.

“I want Captain America to hold me close and don’t let go,” Shiro sighed, gazing at the cast member.

“I want Captain America to smash me over the head with his shield,” Keith said.

“I want Captain America to hold my hand and tell me I’m valid,” Lance said.

“Steve Rogers will do all of that, except one of the things we said,” Shiro said, eyeing Keith.

“He’s not gonna hold you close, Shiro. He has Bucky,” Lance said. Keith choked on his water.

Inside Star Tours, Keith reached up and flipped on the lights to his ears. “So I’m a nuisance to everyone behind me.”

After the ride, they exited Disneyland and went over to California Adventure, heading straight for the Guardians of the Galaxy fastpass distributor.

“7:30 to 8:30. God, we’re cutting it close,” Shiro said looking at his ticket.

“Let’s go on California Screamin’, that’s one of my favorite rides,” Lance said, tucking his ticket back into his wallet.

They crossed through A Bug’s Land and through Pacific Wharf toward Paradise Pier. Lance was bouncing up and down with excitement.

“This is one of my favorite rides at Disney! There’s a loop, and a lot of cool drops and turns. It takes you over Paradise Pier and the water and. . .” He trailed off, staring out over the water and pass the iconic Mickey Mouse ferris wheel.

“It’s closed for refurbishment,” Keith said.

“What? No! Why?! It’s perfect just the way it is!” Lance cried out. “If the ground wasn’t amusement park ground I’ll fall to it and grovel.”

“Please stop being a Leo, I bet it’ll be open again soon.” Keith rubbed a hand tenderly on Lance’s back.

Shiro let out a low whistle. “Wow, the whole back half of paradise pier is closed. I wonder why.”

They ended up wandering to the Grizzly River Run, the line not being very long due to it being winter still technically. The calendar said it was late February, but it felt more like a nice, spring day.

Lance looked online to find answers about California Screamin’ while he waited, gasping softly when he found his answer.

“They’re renovating Paradise Pier and turning it into Pixar Pier!” He said. “Oh my god, they’re turning all the games and rides Pixar themed instead of the California beach boardwalk theme they had before. And the California Screamin’ is still gonna be the same, just The Incredibles Themed! It opens in the summer! Keith, we have to come back.”

“Okay, just let me in again.”

Shiro got soaked on the ride. His hat had been tucked away thankfully, but the rest of him was drenched. They had come down one of the drops and Shiro was in the splash zone. His forelock was plastered to his forehead, grin bright and eyes shining with mirth when they got off the ride.

They wandered back to Disneyland and got on the Indiana Jones ride. In the line, Keith leaned up against Lance’s sticky back, eyes heavy, and Lance leaned back against Keith. Shiro was shifting his weight between his feet, eyes glazed as he stared down at his dying phone. They weren’t even in the building yet.

“It’s like, almost six, do you guys wanna get some real actual food in us after this?” Shiro suggested.

“I wanna eat the rich,” Keith groaned. “Everything here costs money to buy.”

“That’s how it works, you exchange money for goods and services,” Shiro said.

After the ride, they plopped down outside the Haunted Mansion and dug into some soup and sandwiches they scored. Keith and Lance shared jambalaya soup in a bread bowl and a french dip sandwich, and Shiro had his own meal.

“It’s pricey here, but at least the food’s good,” Keith groaned into his sandwich.

“A bottle of water still shouldn’t be almost five dollars, though,” Shiro said.

“Hey, let’s go to Tom Sawyer’s Island,” Lance suggested.

They finished eating and took the boat over to Tom Sawyer’s Island, Lance grumbling under his breath how it should have been named Jim’s Island. Keith snorted a laugh. The boat was really just a wooden platform that took them across the river, so crowded with people it made Keith press up against Lance’s side. Lance’s hand traced idle patterns across the small of Keith’s back.

Once they landed, Keith took Lance’s hand and they took off down the dirt path and ducked into the first cave passage, wounding their way around the island. Determined to lose Shiro, they ducked down and took every turn they found at a run.

In a shadowy alcove, hidden in a cave and by a skeleton display on the ground, Keith pushed Lance up against the worn, plastic-y walls and kissed him like his life depended on it. Lance kiss him back just as hard, wrapping his arms around his neck and tugging him closer. He opened his mouth to let Keith slip his tongue in. Keith pushed his thigh up between Lance’s, effectively pinning him to the probably gross wall and kissing the life out of him. It was energizing, kissing Lance, Keith decided. His heart raced in a good way, and his skin tingled where Lance touched him. He tugged Lance closer and tangled their tongues together, pulling a small moan from Lance. He melted in his hands.

He wanted to kiss him all the time, hold him close. He wanted to do more with him, touch more, hold more, kiss every inch of his body. Make him fall apart under him and-

“Oh my god you guys!” Shiro’s shout broke their trance. They jumped apart, swollen lipped and red faced. Shiro stood at the mouth of the cave entrance, Goofy hat somehow making him intimidatingly taller. “You disappear for twenty minutes to make out in the corner of a cave? I told you to keep it PG, you horny little fucks!”

“Keith started it,” Lance said, voice hoarse. Keith smacked his arm playfully. They were asked to please get off the island and never do that again by a cast member.

The sun was setting, turning the sky above them shades of pink and gold, streaked with clouds. Lance took a selfie of him and Keith in front of the castle bathed in pink light, Shiro peaking out behind Lance’s ear. They rode Autopia, wandered through a few stores down Main Street and bought some goodies for their friends and headed back to California Adventure for their fastpass at Guardians of the Galaxy.

“I really love this movie, it better not disappoint me,” Shiro said when they were piling into their seats.

“It’s like the Tower of Terror, but less Terror and more 80’s bops,” Lance said.

He was right. Lance’s cousin had given him a free photo op coupon and Lance, laughing so hard at the look of horror on Keith’s face at the final drop, didn’t hesitate to use that coupon and got a hard copy of the photo.

It was dark out by the time they got out, the street lights on and the walkway still milling with a lot of people.

“Don’t they have jobs? Aren’t kids in school now?” Keith asked.

“It’s a Friday, they can stay out as late as they want,” Shiro stated.

“We should have ditched class and work on like, Wednesday. No one misses a Wednesday for Disneyland,” Keith murmured.

“Yeah they do. I’d miss jury duty for Disney.”

They made their way back to Disney, and with everyone lining up for the Fantasmic show over at the River of America. They wove through the crowd of onlookers and to Splash Mountain, which had a fifteen minute wait due to the time of year and the show starting soon.

“That way, this could be the last ride then we can watch the parade and fireworks.”

“Isn’t this based off that really racist movie that Disney is trying to ignore, but Splash Mountain is such an iconic favorite they can’t get rid of it?” Shiro asked while they waited in line.

“Yeah, Song of the South is based off the Uncle Remus stories. We read a couple back in American Lit, remember Keith?” Lance said.

“Oh, the Tar Baby story? That was weirdly written.”

“The dialect was supposed to imitate how a black slave would recite a story in the south, but it was written by this white guy,” Lance explained. “I don’t remember anything about it, honestly.”

“I know I just took the class, but neither do I,” Keith shrugged.

“Anyway, the movie was still racist and they should at least make this ride like, Winnie the Pooh themed,” Shiro said.

“There’s already a Winnie the Pooh ride.”

“I want another one.”

They got wet again. The water was sticky and really, really cold. The drop going down at night, with the flash of the camera blinding you, was absolutely terrifying. Keith reckoned he is never going to take Lance’s suggestion to ride Splash Mountain at night ever again.

Shivering and soaking wet, they made their way to Main Street. They got another round of churros, some popcorn, and each flavor of pretzel and soda and found a seat on the curb to wait for the parade to start.

“I’m gonna go get a coffee real quick at Starbucks, you guys want anything?” Shiro asked.

“A hot tea?” Keith asked. “I don’t care the flavor, surprise me.”

“Same for me, please. You want money?” Lance asked.

Shiro shook his head. “No, you got us into Disneyland and gave us this awesome day, I can buy you a tea.” He stood up and took off down the street.

Keith sighed heavily and leaned against Lance. “Thank you,” he murmured.

“It’s no problem. I’ve been wanting to do this with you for a while, anyway,” Lance said. He intertwined their fingers, stroking a thumb over the back of Keith’s hand.

“Hmm. But I had a lot of fun, even with my brother’s meddling. I’m sorry about that,” Keith sighed.

“You had fun, right? That’s what matters. I don’t mind being cockblocked by your brother. Besides.” Lance leaned in and brushed a kiss to the top of Keith’s head. “I got to see you happy today. Yeah, I’m kind of sad I couldn’t kiss you and whisper sweet, sweet nothings in your ear all day, but you smiled a lot and that made me happy, too. We can make out in the car later, if you want.”

“I do like the sound of that.” Keith couldn’t help feeling the phantom tingle of Lance’s lips against his, the blunt end of his nails scratching against his shoulders. It lead to a spiral of other, much more dangerous thoughts. He shook himself out of his stupor, Disneyland not being the place to think of things like that.

Shiro returned with their tea, with only minutes before the parade started. It was bright and colorful, the music loud and cheerful. Lance lost it over the Cars float. The firework show started immediately after. They piled into the street and heard Julie Andrews introduce the show with Tinker Bell flying over the castle.

He gripped Lance’s hand the whole time, unable to peel his eyes away from the show. He sang along to the songs, and even pulled Lance into a kiss in the finale fireworks. Lance kissed him back with a smile on his lips.

They sluggishly took the tram back to the parking garage and climbed up the escalator to their car. The three of them took a moment to relax and catch their breath in the safety of Lance’s car. None of them said a word.

Keith reached over and touched Lance’s hand, ready to go.

They got home just before midnight. Lance bade Shiro goodnight and Keith stuck around in the car for a second with Lance while Shiro went ahead to unlock the door.

Under streetlight, Keith could clearly see the exhaustion lining Lance’s face.

“Hey, do you wanna stay the night tonight?” Keith asked. Lance only lived barely fifteen minutes away via side streets, but he looked like he was about to collapse with exhaustion.

Lance smiled weakly. “In your tiny bed? And without my skin care stuff?”

“I know you have a travel pack in your glove box,” Keith frowned.

“That’s true, but I wanted to do a full face regime tonight because Disney really fucked with my skin today.” He looked at Keith’s puppy dog eyes. “But I could do that tomorrow morning if you’d really rather have me here.”

Keith leaned in and gave him a slow, heavy kiss. “I’d always rather have you with me.”

Lance dug out his travel toiletry bag and locked the car behind them as they walked up to Keith’s apartment door. Shiro left the door open and the lights off, and the man in question was found snoring in his bed with his shoes kicked off and feet dangling over the edge of the bed. Keith pulled the blankets over him.

They got ready for bed and cuddled up in Keith’s twin sized bed, Lance in one of Keith’s shirts. The bed was way too small for either of them to stretch out, instead opting to curl up into one another.

They were asleep before either of them could properly wish each other good night, but managed to give each other one last kiss before dozing off.

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Saving, Mr. Holmes

Chapter Four- The New 221C

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Rated: A for Advisory

Words: 2,107

Warnings: Language, Teasing, PG 13 smut

After a couple days I finally finished decorating and remodeling my flat. I ran up the stairs and to Sherlock and John’s flat dressed in my light blue and white plaid shorts, a sweater that was ivory with the British flag faded on it, a soft gray knitted beanie and my chestnut colored Uggs.

“I finished my flat come look at it.” I said and both men just stared me a bit.

“So since we’re neighbors now, does this mean you’ll just be barging in whenever you’d like?” Sherlock commented while looking at me questioningly.

“Oh, stop complaining. You know you like seeing me! Besides, I would only barge in during the day, I’ll be sneaking in at night.” I winked and smiled widely.

He looked me up at me then and stopped at my shirt “Really? That is the biggest faux pas in history, an American wearing the british flag. It hurts my eyes.”

“Shut the hell up, you clot. Come look at my apartment.” I said crossing my arms. “By the way,” I pointed to his flag pillow. “You can kiss my ass.”

He sighed then and stood in his dressing robe “Fine but I’m not getting dressed for this little escapade.”

“Good, I was planning to show you the bedroom anyways.” I smirked and grabbed his wrist pulling him down to my apartment.

We jogged down the stairs as his hand slipped into mine. When we walked through the threshold of my flat, he looked around amazed. The previously molded and pale apartment was now elegant and dark, just like my personality. The previously white walls were now a black tone with gold trim. The ceiling was also a gold shade to match the accents of the room. My small living room had a full wall bookshelf stained a deep mahogany, filled with books on various topics from fiction to hunter’s journals. Across from my bookshelf, I had a small black tufted couch with gold accent pillows on either end. A simple iron wrought table sat between the shelves and the couch. The table had a small stack of books in the center, my hunter's journal sat locked on top. “Wanna see something cool?” I looked to Sherlock with a gleam in my eye.

Sherlock looked at me questioningly. I walked over to the bookshelf and pulled two of the panels and they swung open revealing my gun cabinet. Sherlocks eyes widened as he stepped into the hidden closet. The wall was lined with deep mahogany paneling, with rifle racks built into the walls. Small stacked drawers held two handguns each. Next to the small drawers were wide drawers that held my knives, swords, and various other stabby thingys. Cabinets lined the bottom of the walls that held all of the ammunition. He looked around amazed and I grabbed his hand again. I took him out of the gun cabinet closing the safe door and then moving the bookshelf back. I took him down the hall near where the entrance was.

“This is the kitchen/ dining room.” I said as we walked through it to another hall, this one shorter than the last. “There’s the bathroom and the bedroom.” he poked his head into the bathroom looking around then went to touch the handle to the bedroom but I stopped him “I am entitled to some secrets Mr. Homles.” I took him back through to the flat. Ms. Hudson and John were at the entrance.

“Oh I really hope we aren’t interrupting anything. After all that is your best dressing robe Sherlock.”

I shook my head “Well that's pretty much it. The bathroom and living room aren’t that great.”

Sherlock P.O.V.

I left Kassie’s flat and made my way to mine own. When I walked through the door I found my violin and bow. I picked them both up from their spot in my chair and held them as I replaced where they once sat with myself. I played my violin as I always did, but this time I was thinking about Kassies delicate touch as she placed her hand in mine. I thought of the brilliance of her eyes as they shined with excitement from what she had done with her own flat. I thought of her playful personality and they way her lips formed a cute pout when I refused to give her what she wanted. She was a piece of art all in herself. The more I thought about her the less my hands moved.

As I stopped playing, I was brought from my thoughts by the sound of piano from somewhere in the building. I sat my violin in my chair as I slowly began my way through the building first listening to the beautiful music. I walked down the stairs quietly, as the creaked under pressure. As I reached the bottom of the steps I saw Kassie had her door cracked. I slowly pushed Kassandra’s front door open. I looked around the foyer carefully, slowly taking a step into her flat. The music could be heard flowing through the hall of her flat as I slowly walked towards the source. I gently pushed her cracked bedroom door open, just enough for me to slip into the room. I saw her sitting at an elegant black gloss grand piano. I walked slowly into the room, careful to make no noise as I sat down on her soft duvet covered bed. The gentle light from the Christmas lights hanging behind her bed accented her gently tanned skin. From where I sat, I could see the dark contrast of the delicate black lace she wore. Adding to the contrast of her skin was a lightly faded tattoo, I wondered how long it had been there. The tattoo snaked unto the crest of her breast drawing my attention back to the material covering her soft skin. The material fit to her every curve. I followed the pattern on the lace down her body to her uncovered midriff. The waistband of her lace bottoms sat gently upon her hips, hugging them perfectly. My eyes continued to move down her body as I noticed the lace top thigh highs I had helped her pick out in the shops. A elegant silk robe hung carelessly off one of her shoulders as she played. The silk tie of the robe fell behind the bench hovering inches above the ground when she moved slightly to reach a new key. I watched her skilled fingers dance across the keys as the song began to end. She closed the piano fallboard and I watched as her green eyes slowly lifted to look into mine.

“Hello, Mr. Holmes,” her lips formed a gentle smile as my name slipped between them. “Did you enjoy the show?” I smiled and chuckled quietly.

“Well, Ms. Carter, you are the master of deduction, why don’t you tell me.” She smiled and walked closer to me, settling between my legs.

“ Now, Mr. Holmes, we both know you are the master.” She smiled daringly, pausing momentarily before the word master slipped from the tip of her tongue. The way her accent graced the word sent arousal pulsing through my veins. “Where would you like me to start, Mr. Holmes? I could start at your eyes, dilated and clouded with lust. I could begin with the way your lips are parted ever so slightly, as you repeatedly run your tongue over them. Do I make you parched, Mr. Holmes? I could mention the way your eyes follow my every movement, traveling every inch of me as I move. I could begin with the way your hands are now resting on the back of my thighs slowly inching toward my hips. I could discuss the way your legs are spread enough for me to fit between them but maintain contact with my own. Is there anything I am missing, Mr. Holmes.”

“Just one thing, Ms. Carter.” I slipped my tongue over my lips as my hands finally rested on her hips, my fingers toying with the lace of her bottoms.

“What is that, Mr. Holmes?” Her eyes shone brightly in the dim room as a daring hint of sin snaked their way into the brilliant green.

“This, Ms. Carter.” I took her hand in mine slowly leading her to sit in my lap as I led her hand to the most obvious sign of my arousal. As her hand rested delicately on my crotch, I leaned in close to her lips. Our lips were centimeters apart when the door flew open. John stood shocked as he saw the placement of her hand and the position we were in. Kassie jumped from my lap and pulled the robe around herself as she tied it shut in the front. I closed the front of mine as well to hide the signs of my arousal.

“Oh, God. Sorry.” John turned and began walking down the hall before yelling back to us. “There is someone, uh, sitting in the front room in our flat. He needs our help. But for gods sake, put something on and get rid of the boner before the two of you come upstairs.”

Kassie’s P.O.V

“There is someone, uh, sitting in the front room in our flat. She needs our help. But for gods sake, put something on and get rid of the boner before the two of you come upstairs.”

I watched as John left, I grabbed some clothes from the closet and went into the bathroom. I yelled over my shoulder “meet you upstairs don’t make too big of a mess on my bed.”

I walked upstairs to find Sherlock sitting on the couch. I was dressed in burgundy skinny jeans, with a matching scarf over my white knitted sweater, and gray boots heels that went to my ankles. I sat down next to him on the couch. I let Sherlock talk to the guy who I suppose saw a big demon dog kill his father. I didn’t get most of the story considering I walked in late. I crossed my legs anyways though and took my journal out. I jotted down some notes while they spoke. After they finished John lead him outside and I looked to Sherlock.

“So how’s your day been?” I said as I made little circles on his kneecap.He looked at me with an incredulous look on his face.

“Must you ask? I’m positive you know the answer.”

“Do I?” I asked looking at him as I moved closer. I lowered my voice as my lips were almost against his as I said “You know I have the same outfit on underneath my clothing. Thigh highs and all.” I felt his breathing catch as I let my hand run up his thigh

“Can you two just kiss or something and get it bloody over with?” John said walking in again “I mean I know you’re just like him but come on you have to have some common sense.” He sat down across from us and put his elbows on his knees before allowing his head to fall into his hands obviously exasperated. “If I leave for a few hours will you two please just get it over with? The tension is so high in here it's suffocating.”

“We wouldn’t need you to leave John. We have her flat… Maybe you should just learn to knock first.” Sherlock said.

I stood, “Doesn’t matter now anyways we have a case.” I went downstairs and started packing. As I packed all I could think about was the way Sherlock looked. His hair falling into his face as his eyes glazed over with lust. The way his rough fingers felt against my skin. The feeling of his cock straining against the material of his pants. Great, now I could feel a wetness pooling in my panties. I rolled my eyes and finished packing my bags.

I walked back up the stairs after packing and looked at Sherlock “I’m ready.” He was dressed in black jeans and a burgundy button up which I couldn’t help but smirk at. “Nice shirt by the way.”

“Oh thank you.” he said as he slipped on his peacoat and scarf. I buttoned up my own peacoat. “Let’s go shall we.” he said and I nodded allowing him to take my hand into his this time. I intertwined our fingers and walked closely to him the way a couple would walk together.

John was already waiting in the cab and it left for the train station as soon as we got in with our bags.

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