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Preference: First Time Seeing You Naked(Gender Neutral! Reader)

2. I'd also be interested in one where they walk in on the reader changing and see them naked for the first time (smut or no smut, its your choice) -Random__Fangirl

Trigger Warning(s): Language.

y/n = Your Name

Sherlock

"We need to talk about Sherlock." My eye twitches as I sit down across from John at the café under the famous flat which is known as 221b.

"What about him?" John takes a drink of his coffee only to gag and make a disgusted face. "Oh bloody hell, this is worse than the time Sherlock tried to drug me with coffee."

"That's exactly the problem, John." This is serious. "Sherlock is cooking."

"Oh god." John's face mirrors the horror and terror I feel. "What happened?"

"We both have food poisoning, and he made exploding cookies that fucked the oven up."

"Oh, my, I'm sure he said it was in the name of Science..."

"You know him." Rolling my eyes, I sigh and try to figure out what to do. Than it hits me. "John, the oven and stove and microwave and whatever else he can use to cook needs to break while he and I are at court today."

"Alright, got it- wait, why are you two going to court?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Exploding. Cookies." My face is stone.

"Right, got it." He nods, slight fear in his eyes. "Cooking things need to break."

"You're a lifesaver, John."

"Don't thank me yet, he might figure it out."

"Oh well." Standing up, I go upstairs to check on Sherlock.

"Sherlock?" Hesitantly, I call, trying to find my pesky boyfriend who seems to vanish right when I need him most. "We're due at court in an hour."

No answer.

Alright, I'll get ready, then I'll go find him.

Quickly I go into our bedroom and grab a change of clothes before turning and shutting the door.

I strip down and start to put on a shirt before I decide that I need to take a shower.

Hell, I really don't have time for a shower... but I need one.

Before I have time to worry about it any longer, I slip on a bathrobe before grabbing my clothes and rushing into the bathroom.

Once my clothes are off I get in the shower and begin washing my hair when the door opens, followed by the shower curtain.

"Sherlock!" I shriek.

"I figured out why the cookies exploded."

"I'm taking a shower, here." Irritation and embarrassment battle for the rightful place of dominant feeling.

"Yes, I see that." He huffs at being interrupted. "Gun powder cannot substitute baking powder, they're two different things entirely."

"Can I please finish my shower?"

"Now yet, I'm still talking to you."

"You do realize I'm naked right."

Sherlock furrows his brows for a moment before his eyes trail down my body only to instantly snap back to mine.

"Why are you naked?"

"Shower." I sigh.

"Would it be wrong of me to intrude?"

"You are intruding, go ahead."

"I do believe that this shower is at least-"

"And?"

"There is room for two."

"Alright, but we have court soon." I smile, watching his lips pulls into a smile before he also begins stripping.

My eyes go up and down his body before I come to a realization.

We're definitely going to be late for court.

Mycroft

I'm awaken by the feeling of Mycroft moving beside me.

"You okay?" I ask sleepily.

"We've been called in, get dressed." He gets out of bed before leaving the room.

"Ugh." I roll over and wish I could hide and sleep longer.

Things have progressed steadily with Mycroft, but we've only been dating for nearly a year. As strange as it may sound, we've been sharing a bed but have yet to actually have sex or even see the other without clothing.

I'm not against it, we're both just waiting for the right time.

As much as I want to sleep, I also follow suit and roll our to bed.

I pull my clothes off and throw them in the hamper before going to the closet to find something to wear.

When I find something, I put it on the bed, and turn to grab undergarments and socks.

Then the door opens.

Spinning on heel, I see Mycroft standing there with a shocked expression on his face.

"Mycroft." I'm as stunned as he his.

"I was checking to see if you were ready yet." He doesn't move.

"N-not quite." I'm quite embarrassed.

"I suppose this is the 'next step'." He mutters before coming in, closing the door behind him.

"Step?"

"We have Fifteen minutes until transportation arrives, would you like to spend it furthering our intimacy."

"I think so, yeah." Is he asking to have sex? "If you want to.

"Very well, let's begin."

John

The steam coming from the hot water is fogging up the bathroom, it's so thick I can hardly see.

"Something, something, la-da-di... can't remember this song, la-da-di..." I sing random words to the tune stuck in my head.

"What is this song, oh, la-la-di, can't remember something bout the girl and her bo-ody."

John should be here in about an hour, so I'm taking a shower. He's here for out one month anniversary, I think we're going out to dinner , but one can never be certain.

As I'm washing my body I think I hear something, but pass it off as paranoia.

"La-da-da-da-da-da-di... Oh, I remember now." I chuckle as I turn off the water.

As I step out I knock several shampoo bottles over, still singing. "Dont'cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me." I half hum half sing as I dry off. "Dont'cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me."

The door flies open and I shriek. "Ahhh!"

"Are you alright?" John is standing in front of me.

"Oh my god." I hold the towel in front of myself.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry." He goes red.

"It was bound to happen sooner or later."

"I'll just..." He leaves quickly, closing the door behind him

When I go out, fully clothed, I see John still red.

"Did you at least like what you saw?"

"W-what?" He goes even redder.

"Just remember you can't touch the merchandise unless you plan to buy it."

"Okay." He smiles slightly. "Ready to go?"

"Yup, let's go."

Moriarty

"Babe, stop, we need to talk about this!" Jim Demands from the outside the bathroom door.

"No, I don't want to talk about it." My heart is still racing as I wash the dirt and blood from my body. I can feel the tears in my eyes threatening to fall even more than before.

"y/n, open this door." The door is pounded on.

"Go away."

"I will pick the lock if you don't open up."

"Fuck off, I'm taking a shower."

"y/n, open the door for daddy." He tries a softer tone.

"I can't okay?!" My voice breaks into a sob.

Several minutes pass before I hear the door open.

"y/n, please baby, talk to me."

A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I take the towel I hung across the glass shower door. I wrap it around myself and open the shower to see Jim, who is looking as I feel. Hurt and scared.

"Babe, I'm sorry I didn't get to you sooner."

"It's okay, can you please leave me alone?" I sniffle, tears reentering my eyes.

"I know you're scared, I know they hurt you... a lot... but please, let me help you, I promise no one will ever hurt you like that again."

"I'm fine." No, I'm not. My mission went wrong and I was captured. They tortured my for over a week, I thought I was going to die at their hands. So, no. I'm not okay, I'm not o-fucking-kay.

"Sweetie, look at me." His voice is soothing, it makes me want to curl up and cry though. I don't like being weak, why doesn't he see that? "I love you, I swear on the world that I'll make sure that never happens again."

"Dammit, you're to fucking good for me, how can you even like a screw up like me?" My words are like venom. "I fucked up the mission, you had to go in and rescue me, why the fuck am I still here?!"

"Because none of those things are true, baby, I love you because I need you, you're my drug, the most perfect thing in this world." He's within touching distance now.

"I'm a failure, look at what I let happen."

"You're not a screw up, you're not a failure, you're perfect, none of this is your fault." He puts his arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace.

"Stop lying." My hands clench into fists holding onto his shirt as the tears I've been trying to hold back begin to fall.

"y/n, baby, you're better than perfect, you're imperfect, it's your flaws that make you perfect."

"How?" I lean back to see his face.

"You're selfless, loyal to a fault." He cups my face with on hand and wipes the tears from my face. "You care so much you pretend not to care... you're a fucking masterpiece, I'm lucky to have you."

I lay my head against his chest, listening to his heart beat.

"I love you, y/n." Jim confesses.

"I love you too, Jim."

"You should get dressed."

"Yeah." I pull away and dry my eyes.

Jim stays where he is, an uncertain look on his face.

"You," I point at him, forcing myself to smile. "Out, I gotta change."

"No thanks, I'm good." He winks.

"Jim." I cross my arms, trying to be stern, but it lacks effect when my towel comes untucked and falls.

My face turns bright red as I frantically try to cover myself.

Finally, I pick the towel back up and hold it in front of me.

"Out."

"You're sexy." Jim opens the door and leaves, closing the door behind him.

That was embarrassing.

Lestrade

"Stupid crook." I curse as I peel my freezing wet clothes from my body. "Stupid motherfucking criminals thinking they have to be so fucking dramatic."

Greg and I caught a bank robbery in the act, and the lead robber took a run for it. I chased after him and we ended up going into a fountain... Why it was even running this time of year I swear I'm going to find out. I'm fucking freezing right now!

"Why do they think they have to be so fucking smart?" Slamming down my duffle bag I reach inside and search for some dry clothing. "Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me."

All that's in here are my gym clothes for after work.

"Fucking brilliant." My blood pressure skyrockets and my hands curl into tight fists.

"You ok-"

"Greg, fuckin' hell!" Shock overwhelms me as I realize he just walked in on me... and I'm freaking naked!

"Oh, shit." He doesn't move, he doesn't look away. He just... freezes.

"Stop looking at me."

"I'm trying." He still stays exactly the same.

"What do you mean you're trying, how hard is it to look away?!"

"Really." He breathes.

"Da' fuck?"

"I said really, damn, I'm sorry, I've just... first time..."

"Well if you're planning on getting a second time you'll book your ass out the same way you came in."

"Roger that." He leaves, closing the door loudly.

Stupid motherfucker... I love him so fucking much... but criminals need to quit screwing with me, I'm pissed.

Irene Adler

~I didn't just kiss her, we went all the way and she liked it, no point in trying to hide it~

My hips sway from side to side as I dance around my room, in the process of getting dressed but sidetracked by my phone playing a song I like.

~You never know until you've tried it, I didn't just kiss her, Sher put it on my tongue and I licked it, I think she wishes she could forget it~

"~But she sure seemed to love every minute, oh, oh,~" I sing into a hairbrush as I skip to the dresser to find some undergarments. "~I don't know what the problem it, why she- AHHH!~"

"Why'd you stop?" Irene raises an eyebrow.

"Oh god." I blush brightly. "I- I-... how long were you standing there?"

"Not long."

"Okay... good... okay..."

"We can go all the way, and I assure you we'll both like it."

"You were standing there the whole time weren't you?"

"Yeah."

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