My Wife Is A Gift From Heaven

"Sherlock, please don't, Sherlock..." Her eyes widened in panic as she pushed the man lying on her lap. Her fingers trailed down
his cheeks.
The outgoing and humorous man darkened at the sight of her in panic. However, soon enough, the displeasure vanished,
highlighting his handsome features.
"Lena," he said smoothly, raising up to kiss her on the cheek.
"I..." Lena Mu could only bite her lips, looking all too much like a porcelain doll.
"Lena," he whispered again, and his hoarse voice could barely be heard. His lips brushed up against her earlobe, and she
shivered.
Lena Mu backed away just a bit, as a hand was trailing down her skin.
She loved Sherlock Mo,
so why was she so uncomfortable around him? The moment his fingers trailed down her skin, it felt as if her stomach was
chewing her inside out, and not in a good way.
The close contact was making her skin crawl.
However, she pushed herself to be calm. 'If only Cliff were here, everything would be fine.'
He'd help her, right?
"Lena, listen to me. I mean it." He looked her deep in the eyes, breath fanning her face.
"I won't lie, not to you."
One more kiss. One more take.
Even then she couldn't find it in herself to breathe.
She hated it, hated the feeling of his hands touching her body.
It was like being slithered over by a snake.

Lena Mu shuddered, shoving him out of way. Barefoot, she jumped to the ground like a bunny in panic as she stood against the
entryway.
"Sherlock, I can't. I didn't mean it...I was scared..." she rambled, holding up her clothes with one hand while the other was
grasped around the brass doorknob.
Sherlock's handsome face turned grim. His shirt was already halfway done and his chest heaved in surprise the moment she
jumped off of him.
"Oh, Lena," he drawled out, taking a huge puff of his cigarette. "What's the use of apologizing these days?"
'Was I just dumped?'
He had dated countless of women, and they all seemed to prance around his feet.
Sherlock Mo thought he could get his fingers on Lena Mu too, but it seemed as if his plans were already falling apart.
"Sherlock, I...." She wanted to explain more, but all her words seemed to die at the back of her throat.
Nora once said that if a girl truly loved a man, she'd stand over all the pain.
Yet Lena Mu had flinched at even the slightest of touch. Didn't she love him enough?
"Lena, do you love me?" There was sadness laced in his voice as Sherlock Mo stared at her. There was an unreadable emotion
that passed in his gaze.
"I..."
"Is it that hard to answer,
Lena?" he demanded.
‘Do I?’
A faint figure flashed at the corner of Lena's eye and she froze.
"We're done here."

Straightening his shirt, Sherlock stomped out of the room, without looking a single glance back at the woman left behind.
Lena simply stared at the retreating figure till he went well in the dark.
However, before she returned, she spotted a man in a black suit underneath an equally black umbrella.
"Lena."
Lena's hair was extremely damp by the rain. However, when she saw him standing by the doorstep, she raced out and embraced
him.
Did he come back from a business trip?
It'd been three months since they'd last seen one another.
"Cliff! You're back."
"I'm back," he stated, with a smile,
while half of his body was drenched by the rain.