Sherlock Alexander Holmes

Well... My names actually Matt. Can't let you guys have all the fun. Have to realise I'm not Sherlock. All though half the omegle population know me as Sherlock. And I intend to keep it that way. But if I get intimate with one more hedgehog I may just brag.

HEDGEHOG??? Is THAT all I am? I KNEW you were trying to mess with me last night, and I wouldn't stand for it. I WON'T. So, I'm staying gone. Goodbye.

I wasn't messing with you... I have a certain John on here that I'm calling a hedgehog. Your a beautiful woman. Really. Truly. I love you... Unless you don't return the sentiment. Really. your never a hedgehog. Your a woman. Not The Woman because that's Adler but still.

A certain John? So I'm NOT the only one? Hmm. I'm beautiful? Really? Sherlock, I swear. HOW much have you taken THIS time? Never a hedgehog. A woman. Right. See? JUST a woman. Not anyone special to you. No, you can't LOVE me, because it's HER. It's always been her and it always will be. I AM NOTHING to HER, Unless you don't return the sentiment? What 'sentiment'? Sentiment is a common defect found on the losing side.

How do I feel? I- No. It doesn't matter to you how I feel. The chemistry of love is simple and extremely destructive, SHERLOCK. It's a very vicious motivator. So, do I love you? My feelings don't matter. You have NEVER cared how I felt, NEVER. Why should now be any different? And honestly, you can't DEDUCE whether I love you or not? I thought it would have been painfully obvious. But if you're saying you have no idea how I really feel about you... I- I... Don't make me do this. Please. You don't care, you DON'T. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? God damn it, Sherlock, I- OH, JUST GO AWAY. [storms off to room, slams door shut, and locks it. Falls onto the bed and after a while begins crying] {to self} Of course I love you.

[smirks] I heard that... Love you too.

And by the way John. The way your treating me. Jealousy. Ms. Adler is nothing but a name. An yes... I've deduced that you love me, it's been too obvious. I figured you could see I loved you. Don't assume I don't. Because I do. Now ... Come out of your room or ill brake in and you won't or maybe you will... Like the consequences.

You break down that door, I'll give your skull to David Tennant. I am not coming out. Just leave me alone.

Give my skull to him. Your worth more than any damn skull.

(Awwwww... Sherlock.... Note: You KNOW I'm trying to get you to break in, right?) {in head} God damn it John, why couldn't you keep your mouth shut? He HEARD you. He knows. And he's threatening to break in. And the fact that your heartbeat is racing is NOT helping, nor that you're still crying. {Out loud} I'm worth more? I thought I WAS a skull or filling in for it. No...I'm not... I can't be...(There's a key up in the top lining of the door frame if you want to do it the easy way...)

(Kicks in the door) love you too Watson

(Calls her Watson, Watson dies...) {in head} Oh, god oh god DON'T die. {out loud} Why didn't you just use the key, you didn't have to kick in... You---you love me? [turned away from him, trying as hard as she can NOT to look. Moisture still falls down her face.]

(( Lol...hey Matt. Enjoying your random RP guys. XD ))

((Its fun))

((Oh yeah, loads. Now, I'm turned around here crying, WHAT precisely do you intend to do about that Sherlock? If you love me...))

((God damn it, do I have to do EVERYTHING?!)) [My heartbeat races as he walks closer. Tears are still falling, my emotions are starting to well up, and his words.] Sod this. [Stand right up, go over to Sherlock, pull him in and kiss him. There's a look of surprise on his face and the pure shock as I realize what I've done. I quickly pull away.]

Oh my god. I am so sorry. Please please just forget I did that. I'll go. Now. I'll just leave. Because... I'm... Just-just. i'm just gonna...go. [starts to leave.] ((There. Satisfied?))

Don't leave damn.... Damnit John. I told you I love you. Then you kiss me and walk away!!! You don't do that. Toying with a mans emotions isn't good for you. [i pull you back and kiss you again. I hold you tight] I love you you fool.

(I knew you were going to do that....) [Look into your beautifully ineffable eyes and finger your gorgeous dark curls] Yes. Yes I'm an utter fool. And...toying? Oh, no no no no no. Sherlock, DEAR. That wasn't toying. If you want to see some REAL toying...[come up to your ear and in a very low whisper] you might want to consider fixing the door.

[Kiss you again.]

Oh shoot... It isn't broken

(Might want to check Death Threats, I passed out over there...) [Smirk] If it isn't broken then... [pull on your suit jacket, low voice] don't fix it. [begin to play with your jacket, almost clawing at the buttons. Kiss your face, unbutton one. Repeat. Push you down onto the bed. Finish process of unbuttoning your jacket, and slowly remove it off you. Still in low voice.] Now then. What shall I toy with next? Any requests, or do you want me to pick for you?

You pick for me

[Smirks.] Well then. (Hold on to your TARDIS, you're going to need it... OMCD, I love my grandmum, only she would put in Sherlock Holmes: The Pearl of Death with Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce whilst I'm doing this...) [Lightly touch your shirt. Paw at top button. Look back into your eyes, flutter my eyelashes with a smirk. Then go down to your shoes.] Best if we get these out of the way.

[Remove them.] There. [Move back up to your shirt. Again paw with top button. (AND PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR THIS...) Go up to your ear and bite at it slightly. Then undo top button finally. Trace the outline of your shirt and lightly touch what part of your chest has been exposed. Kiss it. Play with next button and undo it, kiss chest again. Repeat until shirt is completely open. Run my hand slowly all the way down your gorgeous chest, but leave shirt on your body. Trace gently and lightly kiss all the way.] You only said I should pick for you... [Kiss on chest.] You haven't said anything since.

So you're either waiting to have your big speech when I'm not expecting or... [playing with one end of your shirt] I'm making you... [ghost on your neck] Speechless. (Is this going too far? Should we continue this elsewhere??? So afraid... )

(I'd say continue elsewhere honestly because not many people wanna see that.)

(( I do! I want to see it! XD))

(Shut up, ME. How's about I/we set up an RP in the Slash/Pairing that picks up from here?)

((Yupp! John Hamish Watson may watch of he so pleases...))