{I posted to my AO3 and someone requested a bonus chapter with a bit more johnlock, so here it is if anyone is still following this. AO3 link is /works/1592090?view_full_work=true "So, Sherlock, if I were to be inspired by the romantic setting of stargazing in the countryside and want to lean in and kiss you, that would be because you carefully set it up this way? Because you wanted me to do that?"
Sherlock's breath hitched just a tiny bit. A suppressed twitch to the corner of his mouth. If John hadn't have been looking for it he wouldn't have noticed. "Of course." This wasn't Sherlock the Manipulator, pleased with himself for his superior skill. His face was always that of a consummate actor, student of the intricacies of body language, but he hadn't quite mastered the technique in his own voice. Not in front of John. The words were too even... emotion behind them being tapped down. John was pleased with himself, however. He didn't suppress his grin.
"So, since I, in fact, deduced that you would be manipulating me, I could easily choose not to give you what you wanted, couldn't I?"
Sherlock's eyes darted up and to the corner in a quick search. He smiled and raised his eyebrows slightly. "Could be a bluff?"
"And that look right there could be a calculated move to show me just how charming you are."
That time Sherlock's face did fall, the tiniest bit.
"No, don't. You see... it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, because I will do whatever the hell I want to do. Doesn't matter if it's a bluff. " He reached his hand to Sherlock's face this time. John pushed his feet against the bonnet and slid his bottom up the slope of the windshield, giving himself a few more inches in height so their mouths were perfectly even. He'd get used to kissing, well... up... eventually, but for now, might as well use the terrain for tactical advantage. Sherlock watched John's shift and grinned, but any words were cut short by John's lips against his. The kiss was simple, closed-mouthed and gentle. Then John slid a few more inches up, so Sherlock had to angle his head upwards to reach John's mouth, baring a long stretch of neck in the process. John ran his fingers along the upturned jawline and began to trace down the length of his throat with his fingertips. Sherlock leaned toward John's mouth, his lips parted, but John forced his attention away from those perfect lips to run his tongue along the contours of his exposed neck instead, dragging out a high-pitched whimper as he lightly sucked at a patch of skin right above his clavicle. He watched his Adam's apple dip as he swallowed.
John moved back up to Sherlock's mouth again. "Sorry. A bit, distracting, that." Sherlock was still angled upwards, eyes closed, breathing quick and shallow. John slowly dragged his tongue across sherlock's bottom lip, then sucked it gently into his mouth, before releasing it. When John's tongue teased deeper into Sherlock's mouth, Sherlock reciprocated. "And you can't make me want to kiss you," John paused as Sherlock opened his eyes, "when I already want to."
Extra chapter : Confession (past child molestation)
"So, Sherlock, if I were to be inspired by the romantic setting of stargazing in the countryside and want to lean in and kiss you, that would be because you carefully set it up this way? Because you wanted me to do that?"
Sherlock's breath hitched just a tiny bit. A suppressed twitch to the corner of his mouth. If John hadn't have been looking for it he wouldn't have noticed. "Of course." This wasn't Sherlock the Manipulator, pleased with himself for his superior skill. His face was always that of a consummate actor, student of the intricacies of body language, but he hadn't quite mastered the technique in his own voice. Not in front of John. The words were too even... emotion behind them being tapped down. John was pleased with himself, however. He didn't suppress his grin.
"So, since I, in fact, deduced that you would be manipulating me, I could easily choose not to give you what you wanted, couldn't I?"
Sherlock's eyes darted up and to the corner in a quick search. He smiled and raised his eyebrows slightly. "Could be a bluff?"
"And that look right there could be a calculated move to show me just how charming you are."
That time Sherlock's face did fall, the tiniest bit.
"No, don't. You see... it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, because I will do whatever the hell I want to do. Doesn't matter if it's a bluff. " He reached his hand to Sherlock's face this time. John pushed his feet against the bonnet and slid his bottom up the slope of the windshield, giving himself a few more inches in height so their mouths were perfectly even. He'd get used to kissing, well... up... eventually, but for now, might as well use the terrain for tactical advantage. Sherlock watched John's shift and grinned, but any words were cut short by John's lips against his. The kiss was simple, closed-mouthed and gentle. Then John slid a few more inches up, so Sherlock had to angle his head upwards to reach John's mouth, baring a long stretch of neck in the process. John ran his fingers along the upturned jawline and began to trace down the length of his throat with his fingertips. Sherlock leaned toward John's mouth, his lips parted, but John forced his attention away from those perfect lips to run his tongue along the contours of his exposed neck instead, dragging out a high-pitched whimper as he lightly sucked at a patch of skin right above his clavicle. He watched his Adam's apple dip as he swallowed.
John moved back up to Sherlock's mouth again. "Sorry. A bit, distracting, that." Sherlock was still angled upwards, eyes closed, breathing quick and shallow. John slowly dragged his tongue across sherlock's bottom lip, then sucked it gently into his mouth, before releasing it. When John's tongue teased deeper into Sherlock's mouth, Sherlock reciprocated. "And you can't make me want to kiss you," John paused as Sherlock opened his eyes, "when I already want to."