Brothers: Sherlock x Reader x Mycroft (part 5)

For a moment you hesitated, unsure of whom you should follow first. You had no idea where Sherlock had headed but Mycroft was recovering from the blow. Deciding that you had a chance of finding Sherlock you headed out of the cottage and down the small path leading away for it. As you walked you played over the events that had just happened. Sherlock defending you to his brother, Mycroft’s annoyance at not knowing everything and the feeling that this was your fault. Suddenly it dawned on you; Mycroft had thought something was happening between you and Sherlock. You wrapped the hem of your top around your finger as you dwelled on that thought. Nothing had happened but you wondered if something could. Completely unaware of where you had been walking you came to a stop at a crossroad wondering which way Sherlock would have turned.

“Oddly appropriate” you whispered

Each of the roads looked the same and you let out a frustrated sigh. A hand squeezed your shoulder, causing you to let out a surprised squawk. Quickly you regained your composure when you noticed it was Sherlock. His grey eyes looked at you with an unidentifiable emotion; in anyone’s eyes you would have said worry but not Sherlock’s.

“What was all that about? Why did you punch him? Are you even listening to me Sherlock, what is going on?”

Instead of answering you his hands cupped the sides of your face. (E/c) eyes ran over his face, trying to work out what was going on. Swiftly he pressed his cold lips against your equal cold ones for a fleeting moment. He gently rubbed his thumb over your temple.

“Think about it (Name)”

Casually he turned up his collar and walked away, only leaving you with more questions and no answers. You made your way back to the Holmes household, the kiss playing in your mind. Did he really mean to kiss you or was it just a way for him to annoy his brother. On the walk back the heavens opened and you arrived at the cottage soaked through. As you opened the door Mycroft appeared a slight look of worry on his face. As you walked past him he wrapped a towel around your shoulders and directed you into the front room where a fire was burning.  Settling you on the nearest chair he pressed a chaste kiss on your forehead before leaving. Sighing you ran your hands over your face, what were you going to do.