When Sherlock petted her hand, Summer stilled. He turned her loose and turned away, and she frowned. She wasn’t sure she liked what she was getting off him. It was abnormal as hell for him. “Sherlock?” she said softly. “I think you might be under a spell.”
He cringed slightly as she said his name before a low chuckle erupted from his lips. Of course she was just getting that now. “Thank you captain obvious!” he replied turning back to her. It was almost impossible for him to not reach up and place his lips upon hers but he still fought the urge.
“Yes, fine, now explain to me in your favourite condescending way what kind of spell it is and if you know how to break it.” She raised her eyebrows at him, doing her best to ignore the badly-suppressed desire rolling off him. It wasn’t real, she repeated to herself. Nobody here saw her like that, was ever /going/ to see her like that, no matter what she might want.