Post by Emma Dixon on Apr 2, 2014 9:47:37 GMT
It was about 2am as Sherlock slipped silently in through the bedroom window of 189 Baker street. He tutted under her breath as his gaze swept over the disordered bedroom of Emma Dixon (Sherlock’s only friend in college, they were very close, she had to leave after university to Australia, broke Sherlocks heart.She returned 6 years later.) pausing as he caught sight of the long lost friend, still in her day clothes sprawled out on the bed. A slight smirk played on the corner of his lips as he ripped off his blue shirt violently, he climbed onto the bed, hovering his face inches from hers as he waited for her to wake, his cool minty breath tickling her face. She awoke stirring in the bed. “Oh my god, who the hell are you?” she asked, her australian accent as she stared.