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Sherlock all but collapsed on his bed when they got home, John had gone with Molly and Mike to finish a project that needed to be finished by morning. Apparently, his getting Luce's number was all his friends could talk about on the way home. The concert apparently forgotten in favour of wanting all the details on Sherlock's meeting with 'the most attractive woman in music' – paraphrased by John and Mike with less colourful words included. He refused to say more than she assumed Molly was his girlfriend and he corrected her, she said that was good. Apart from that he kept quiet, too busy thinking about what exactly had just happened.
He pulled the piece of paper with her number out of his pocket and added the number to his phone, considering her instructions to call him. Instead he wrote a text
Is there anything in particular you wanted me to text you, rather than the obvious 'hello' –SH
Sending the message without a second thought, he only waited half a minute for a response.
You could have just said the obvious hello or followed my instructions and called – LA
Sherlock smirked at the response. Typing out a reply fast.
I've never been one for following instructions, sorry to disappoint. What does the 'A' stand for? –SH
You're not really sorry are you? I can practically hear the sarcasm in your voice and Avery, my real surname. Lucinda Anne Marie Avery. – LA
No, I'm not. How can you hear sarcasm through a text? – SH
Well you can't but if you called I'd be able to hear it, too bad, I liked your voice L - LA
Sherlock chuckled.
I prefer to text and you're voice isn't so bad – SH
Is that a compliment? –LA
Yes –SH
I thought so but it didn't sound like one, most people use adjectives when they complement my voice – LA
I'm not most people –SH
I know –LA
A second text came through directly after.
That's why I like you –LA
Sherlock couldn't help but smile at the screen, thinking of a good response for that, he obviously liked her too but saying it out right just wouldn't do.
Where are you? –SH
My flat, where are you? –LA
My dorm room, where in your flat? –SH
You live in a dorm? Why? How old are you? –LA
And just in my bedroom – LA
Yes I live in a dorm room, I'm at University. 19 –SH
SNAP! Why are you in a dorm in your second year? –LA
We're staying here until out flat is ready, should be ready in the next few weeks. Me and John (the blonde) are moving in together. –SH
Should I expect a happy announcement? ;) –LA
No. –SH
Chill 'Lock, I was just joking. I would however love to hear more about you, if you would indulge me –LA
There isn't much to tell. I study at London University, mostly science, my parents live outside of London and are very overbearing, not as much as my fat older brother. He is a nosy bugger, I had never heard of your band until my friend dragged me to your concert. –SH
Sherlock couldn't lie and say he wasn't worried when after five minutes there was no response. So he sent another message, hoping to not sound pathetic.
Did I offend you? – SH
No, why would you? –LA
You didn't respond –SH
Oh, I didn't mean to worry you. I was just getting myself some tea and running a bath – LA
You didn't worry me –SH
Not even a little? ;) –LA
No – SH
Shame –LA
Is it? –SH
Yeah and not listening to my music isn't a crime, but it totally should be – LA
I'm a fan now – SH
Good, are you alone? – LA
Sherlock briefly considered his answer, looking around his and John's room, he was the only one there, John wouldn't be back to later and the door was locked.
Yes –SH
Send me a picture –LA
Why? – SH
To look at, or that was the general idea –LA
Sherlock shrugged and complied, taking a picture of himself. It showed his leant against the wall, his curly black hair surrounding his pale face, a small smile on his lips, still wearing the same clothes as earlier, except for the leather jacket which he had removed before sitting on his bed.
Hot –LA
A picture followed the response. It was taken in the mirror of a large grey bathroom, in the reflection was Lucinda, dressed in the same as she was at the concert, her hair messy and eyes seductive. Sherlock smiled.
You're still wearing the same clothes as you were earlier – SH
As are you- LA
Touché – SH
Want to know what I'm wearing now? – LA
Sherlock gulped but responded confidently.
Yes –SH
Two pictures came through, one of her long tanned legs in the bath, bubbles surrounding the flesh. The picture left almost nothing to the imagination, cutting out at the top of her thighs, where they met in the middle. The next was of her face, shoulders and collars visible, no straps or anything on her body. Bubbles were clinging to her skin, and in the bottom of her long messy hair. Green eyes staring down the mobiles camera at him, makeup still on her face.
I'm naked – LA
Sherlock pursed his lips, ignoring how arousing this whole situation was. A beautiful woman was sitting in the bath while she texted him, she wasn't even bothering to hide it.
Are you sexting me? –SH
Do you want me to? – LA
Yes – SH
The phone ringing shocked him, he placed the phone at his ear.
"I asked you to call me, I hear phone sex is a lot more rewarding than sexting." She mocked down the phone, voice still gentle. "Why are you still awake?"
"I thought we were sexting, that was reason enough to stay awake." He responded, relaxing slightly on the bed.
A small laugh echoed down the phone. "Sweetie, if you go to bed now, like I'm about to because frankly I'm knackered, I will do more than sext you tomorrow."
"Promises, promises" he sighed down the phone.
"I don't make promises that I can't keep, I'll even dress up pretty for you, pick a colour and I'll wear it. Come to my show and sleep now, and I'll reward you."
"Red" he responded. "It will compliment your hair and eyes."
"Goodnight Sherlock, I will see you tomorrow." The phone buzzed as she hung up on him. Sherlock, although he hated to do what he was told, followed her instructions. He pulled off his clothes, leaving only his pants on and settled under the sheets, he closed his eyes, thinking about Lucinda as he drifted off into sleep.