Sherlock’s eyes glinted, smirking at her before kissing her more aggressively, pushing her to back against the counter, but his actions were always gentle when touching Emma in any way; even now, it was no different. “I think you know that too…”
Emma could easily see Sherlock was taking up her challenge, as usual; however it wouldn’t take a genius to see this. A small noise was made into his mouth when pressed against the counter, but at his voice again she hummed and looked at him with lidded eyes. “Then go right ahead, /my detective/” she purred.