An hour.

An hour without Sherlock.

Actually, this happens everytime. But this time it's different.

Ah, shit. Where the hell is he? He even left his precious phone behind. That's a wise decision if you don't want someone to know your location by tracing your phone, but you can always refrain from turning it on.

Besides, why in the world would he go untraced? What sort of place he wouldn't want anyone to know he was there?

Meh, maybe he forgot. Humans do that. But when was the last time he forgot something?

Well, why am I so worried? It's still an hour. People disappear way longer than that.

Five hours.

Five hours without Sherlock.

It's 30 minutes to midnight. Sometimes he goes out for a night walk, yes. I guess it's kind of normal.

I still don't get why he left his phone behind.

"Have you seen Sherlock?" I asked Mrs. Hudson. She shook her head, saying she saw him left a couple of hours ago.

"Is Sherlock there?" I asked Lestrade. "Nope. Haven't seen him either. If he was here, I'd say he would take you with him," answered Lestrade, ending the call.

I browsed through my contacts list, until I stared at a name. Should I call him? Maybe he knows where Sherlock is. They've known each other for years.

"Do you know where Sherlock is?" I asked. He laughed. "You sound like a child who lost his Mum in Tesco."

"Do you know where he is?" I repeated, a little annoyed.

"No," he answered bluntly, "Just a minute, did he leave his phone behind?"

"Yes. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, I know where he is, then."

"Where?"

I swear I could hear him grin when I heard his answer.

I've never thought I would actually look inside this kind of store, but the fact is, what I'm looking for is there.

Tall man with black curls and pale skin.

What the hell is he doing there?

"Sherlock!" I called out, entering the store. He turned around.

"Mycroft told you." he grunted. "Well, I suppose it isn't a problem. I wanted to ask your opinion anyway."

Well that's rare.

"Which one's lovelier?" Sherlock asked bluntly. I gulped.

When I stepped into this store, and spotted Sherlock, I didn't see what counter he was currently in. I just saw him and walked.

We're in a sex shop.

We're in the sex dolls counter.

"Which one's lovelier?" he asked again, stuck between a Japanese schoolgirl doll and a businesswoman.

"Why do you need a sex doll?" I asked. Can you imagine Sherlock opening porn sites, buying porn magazines or even masturbating? I doubt he's ever masturbated before. It's odd, but I just can't picture his hand exploring his own pleasure spot.

"Every human needs pleasure, John," he answered simply without making eye contact. "You are starting to think like Anderson."

"But if you need pleasure you could just tell me!" I blurted out.

…

Shit.

Silence. He stared at me with his gray eyes wide-opened. Not moving for at least 10 seconds. I can feel my cheeks burn.

"John—"

"L-Let's get out of here."

He leaned a bit and whispered. "Did you really mean that?"

"Yes I do, it's midnight, let's get out of here."

"No, no, before that."

Fuck.

"Y-Yes, Sherlock, in fact we can do it tonight if it's alright with you…"

Motherfucking…

I quickly cover my lips with my hands. Shit. Did I really…? What the fuck has gotten into you, John?

Sherlock slowly grinned, chuckled a bit. Fuck you Sherlock. You really know how to make me blush.

"I would like that."

A/N: Sex will be on the next chapter, thank you for reading!