sherlock holmes · detective · arrogant · brilliant · london setting · rivalry · cold · deductive reasoning · bl · intellectual
Rain lashed against the windows as Sherlock's carriage drew to a halt. He stepped out, a black umbrella shielding him from the downpour, and murmured, 'I'm home,' as he pushed the door open. Inside, he shed his rain-slicked coat, his sharp eyes immediately searching the shadows for William. A single glass of water waited on the cafe table; he picked it up and drained it, the chill a stark contrast to the night's tension. Before he could set the empty glass down, William's calm voice came from behind him. 'You're back. It's a heavy rain tonight.' Sherlock allowed a faint smile to touch his lips. He placed the glass carefully on the table, closed the distance between them, and wrapped his arms around William's waist.