Sherlock had been wanting John since nearly the moment he saw him. He knew John would be perfect. He was right.
John was pleased. Sherlock knew some advanced tecniques that he'd never been privy too. During the height of sensation, John screamed out Mary's name.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The third time, Sherlock became limp. John looked down "what?"
"I had concluded you only wanted me." Sherlock frowned
John couldn't hold back a giggle. "After all of that? After everything you said about Mary? Christ, Sherlock, you called out other names too!"
"Did not" Sherlock crossed his arms
"Jesus, if you'll do this every time. You can call out Greg's name, and...two? Yeah, two others. But ai can't call out my wife's?"
"She's dead."
John couldn't help it. His anger was seethed in every inch of his body. He punched Sherlock. "Don't give be that bloody bullshit. Fuck! Fuck! First you tell me it's okay and now this?" What the hell are you...." John rolled out of the bed and hasitily put his clothing on.
Sherlock sat up "I've never had sex before!"
"Liar. I know when you're lying." John looked up "was everything else a lie? Now I'm ome of your conquered?"
Sherlock crawled toward's John "I've read, I've watched, I've studied...."
John snorted "your arse speaks otherwise."
Sherlock rolled his eyes "there are ways of...opening."
John knelt down "so you lied."
"I omitted the fact."
John stared at Sherlock "never contact me. Actually, if you do I'll ignore it. If you try and break in to my home, or corner me, or see me at all I'll ring the police. Police that you don't know."
John nearly fled from the room
"John! No...please." Sherlock stared at the wall, his hands were restless. He cried, and didn't try to stop.
No 3/
Sherlock had been wanting John since nearly the moment he saw him. He knew John would be perfect. He was right.
John was pleased. Sherlock knew some advanced tecniques that he'd never been privy too. During the height of sensation, John screamed out Mary's name.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The third time, Sherlock became limp. John looked down "what?"
"I had concluded you only wanted me." Sherlock frowned
John couldn't hold back a giggle. "After all of that? After everything you said about Mary? Christ, Sherlock, you called out other names too!"
"Did not" Sherlock crossed his arms
"Jesus, if you'll do this every time. You can call out Greg's name, and...two? Yeah, two others. But ai can't call out my wife's?"
"She's dead."
John couldn't help it. His anger was seethed in every inch of his body. He punched Sherlock. "Don't give be that bloody bullshit. Fuck! Fuck! First you tell me it's okay and now this?" What the hell are you...." John rolled out of the bed and hasitily put his clothing on.
Sherlock sat up "I've never had sex before!"
"Liar. I know when you're lying." John looked up "was everything else a lie? Now I'm ome of your conquered?"
Sherlock crawled toward's John "I've read, I've watched, I've studied...."
John snorted "your arse speaks otherwise."
Sherlock rolled his eyes "there are ways of...opening."
John knelt down "so you lied."
"I omitted the fact."
John stared at Sherlock "never contact me. Actually, if you do I'll ignore it. If you try and break in to my home, or corner me, or see me at all I'll ring the police. Police that you don't know."
John nearly fled from the room
"John! No...please." Sherlock stared at the wall, his hands were restless. He cried, and didn't try to stop.