Sherlock One-Shots and Preferences

Sherlock - Sick Days

"You're sick sherlock!" You yell from the kitchen pinching the bridge of your nose, hearing another coughing fit.

"I'm not *cough,cough* sick!" He yelled back in a gravelly voice in defiance.

You sighed then sat at the table and read your book. Time passed and you went to check on sherlock. He seemed to fall asleep, but when you shook him he wouldn't wake up. You panic'd and called john, then took sherlock's temperature. You told john he had a fever and he replied to drag him to bed and wait until he wakes up and then give him medcine and water.

You got off the phone then started to drag sherlock into his room from the couch. He was suprisingly light, 'i've got to make him eat more' you thought.

As you dragged sherlock along the floor his white sheet started to slowly inch off, but you didn't really notice until his manhood popped out.

'Ohmygodwhatamigoingtodoisawitisawitisawit' you thought as you wrapped the sheet around him again. Your face was burning and you could see the colour just by looking down onto your cheeks.

Finally you got to his bed and plopped him on. You moved his legs and tucked the covers over him. You went to the bathroom and grabbed all the essencials for a sick day; medicine, tissues, cold cloths, water, thermometer, and losenges. When you came back you grabbed a chair and pulled up next to sherlock.

You put a cold cloth on his burning up forehead and got a relieved grunt. You smiled at his peaceful sleeping facial features. Gently without waking him, you stroked your fingertips along his cheek, feeling the soft warm skin under your hand was a once in a lifetime opertunity. You knew a sentimental relationship with sherlock holmes was a joke, it would never happen.

"Y\N?"

Oh no. You gasped and retaliated, trying to hide your blushing face as much as possible. "Uh, y-yes?" Just as he was about to answer a coughing fit started. Thank god.

You fumbled for the medicine and poured it onto the spoon, then ordered him to take it. He hesitated but you gave him a stern 'do it or else' look and he followed suit. After that you gave him a glass of water and left to make soup. You actually had good ingredients so you make your own vegetable soup. Once finished you brought it in and he began to eat like a wolf.

"You sure worked up an appitite." You mocked. A hum came in agreement.

After two days of energy regeneration sherlock could finally do things himself, and he assured that he felt much better.

"Y\N?"

"Yeah?" You stepped closer to him as he to you.

"I just wanted to say thank you. I should've listened to you earlier but i didn't and that was stupid of me. So, thank you." After his little speech he kissed you on the cheek. You blushed and he walked away.

"You could have done better then that..." You murmured to yourself.

"What was that?" Sherlock was now behind you.

"HUH? What, uh, nothing it was nothing." You spewed out as you were about to dash to your room.

A sigh was heard from behind you, then a "fine."

He suddenly spun you around and captured your lips. One hand found your hip, the other the small of your back. You were stunned at first but soon melted into the kiss, lips moving in sync.

That moment was amazing for you, but the next day you were bedridden from a stupid cold.