Sherlock stepped back looking aghast. “It’s sex day!”
“Oh yes! Yes! Of course. It’s Thursday.” John smiled ‘not the same smile as ‘before’ but true none the less’ thought the detective.
Sherlock aborted the line of thought, immediately comparing how John was before to how he was now was a sure way for Sherlock’s chest to begin aching. ‘Avoid.’ “How could you forget?”
‘2.3 seconds’ Sherlock couldn't help but think .
“Well… I mean… we only just finished that case, yesterday. And, I’ve had a hell of a day at work, you wouldn’t believe the amount of bronchial infections I had to see today. You should of seen the—”
“I don’t care.” ‘I just want to be naked and next to you’ the detective’s brain finished.
“Right, well thanks for that.” John pursed his lips in a severe way that told Sherlock ‘a bit not good '
“What? Oh. That was rude, yes?”
“Yes.” John agreed.
“I’m sorry. Now, come to bed.” Sherlock began pulling John towards the hallway leading to the bedroom.
John spluttered. “Can I shower first, at least?”
“No!” The detective could hear the ‘growl’ like noise that escaped him.
“Sherlock…”
“Fine. Do not be long.” Sherlock huffed.
“Jesus! Alright.” Snapped John.
John’s shower took precisely 24 minutes which was 13 minutes too long in Sherlock’s mind, but when he saw the doctor exit the bathroom looking all wet and glossy he forgave him completely, that was until he saw the doctor walking towards the kitchen instead of the bedroom. ‘What is God’s name is wrong with this man?’ thought Sherlock to himself.
“JOHN!” Sherlock had screeched from directly behind the doctor causing the smaller man to Jump.
“Christ! Sherlock! Why are you shouting like a mad man, it almost 9 o’clock.”
“What are you doing? The bedroom is that way!” Sherlock pointed accusingly.
“Yes. Thank you! I’m aware, but I’m hungry and before you even start I fully intend to eat so save yourself the speech.”
“You don’t want to, do you?” Sherlock rambled. “That’s what this is, isn’t it? Delay tactics? Honestly, John if you think—“
“Will you ‘shut up’?” John huffed as he jammed 2 slices of bread into the toaster turning around to see Sherlock looking at him in a way that for Sherlock might pass for ‘bashful.’
“I want you, very much. I want to have sex with you, very much. I intend for us to have a lot of sex. But, Sherlock it’s not a race. We have time. So, calm down and take a breath, yeah? I’m having some toast and some tea and then we’ll go into the bedroom, alright?” Sherlock simply nodded. “Good. Okay so, while I eat you can tell me about your day. Did Lestrade call?”
“No. which means today has been nothing other than dull and uneventful.”
“Mmm, well hopefully I’ll fix that.” John winked cheekily at the detective who absolutely did not blush, while John went to retrieve his toast, smothering it in jam.
As the doctor sat down at the table Sherlock stood watching him silently willing him to eat faster and was so busy concentrating he was perplexed when he looked up to see John laughing at him.
“What?” Sherlock had puffed defensively.
“Nothing.” John smiled “I just love you. Quirks and all.”
The detective’s mouth curved upwards slightly, as he tried to ignore the way his stomach fluttered at ‘those’ words. “I don’t have quirks, John”
“Sure, course not.” The doctor had grinned into his toast.
“I love you too.” Sherlock mumbled
“I know.” Smiled, John through his last few mouthfuls.
Sherlock perked up brightly. “Ready?”
“Well I was going to have some tea—” Sherlock stared at John darkly causing the doctor to give up before the detectives petulant nature could explode. “Right. Fine, fine! I’ll leave the tea.”
Sherlock dived forward applying a bruising kiss to John’s strawberry laced mouth and tugged him roughly towards his bedroom. No. Their bedroom it was soon to be ‘theirs’ again.
Re: Filled: What's Done In The Dark 15/?
Sherlock stepped back looking aghast. “It’s sex day!”
“Oh yes! Yes! Of course. It’s Thursday.” John smiled ‘not the same smile as ‘before’ but true none the less’ thought the detective.
Sherlock aborted the line of thought, immediately comparing how John was before to how he was now was a sure way for Sherlock’s chest to begin aching. ‘Avoid.’ “How could you forget?”
‘2.3 seconds’ Sherlock couldn't help but think .
“Well… I mean… we only just finished that case, yesterday. And, I’ve had a hell of a day at work, you wouldn’t believe the amount of bronchial infections I had to see today. You should of seen the—”
“I don’t care.” ‘I just want to be naked and next to you’ the detective’s brain finished.
“Right, well thanks for that.” John pursed his lips in a severe way that told Sherlock ‘a bit not good '
“What? Oh. That was rude, yes?”
“Yes.” John agreed.
“I’m sorry. Now, come to bed.” Sherlock began pulling John towards the hallway leading to the bedroom.
John spluttered. “Can I shower first, at least?”
“No!” The detective could hear the ‘growl’ like noise that escaped him.
“Sherlock…”
“Fine. Do not be long.” Sherlock huffed.
“Jesus! Alright.” Snapped John.
John’s shower took precisely 24 minutes which was 13 minutes too long in Sherlock’s mind, but when he saw the doctor exit the bathroom looking all wet and glossy he forgave him completely, that was until he saw the doctor walking towards the kitchen instead of the bedroom. ‘What is God’s name is wrong with this man?’ thought Sherlock to himself.
“JOHN!” Sherlock had screeched from directly behind the doctor causing the smaller man to Jump.
“Christ! Sherlock! Why are you shouting like a mad man, it almost 9 o’clock.”
“What are you doing? The bedroom is that way!” Sherlock pointed accusingly.
“Yes. Thank you! I’m aware, but I’m hungry and before you even start I fully intend to eat so save yourself the speech.”
“You don’t want to, do you?” Sherlock rambled. “That’s what this is, isn’t it? Delay tactics? Honestly, John if you think—“
“Will you ‘shut up’?” John huffed as he jammed 2 slices of bread into the toaster turning around to see Sherlock looking at him in a way that for Sherlock might pass for ‘bashful.’
“I want you, very much. I want to have sex with you, very much. I intend for us to have a lot of sex. But, Sherlock it’s not a race. We have time. So, calm down and take a breath, yeah? I’m having some toast and some tea and then we’ll go into the bedroom, alright?” Sherlock simply nodded. “Good. Okay so, while I eat you can tell me about your day. Did Lestrade call?”
“No. which means today has been nothing other than dull and uneventful.”
“Mmm, well hopefully I’ll fix that.” John winked cheekily at the detective who absolutely did not blush, while John went to retrieve his toast, smothering it in jam.
As the doctor sat down at the table Sherlock stood watching him silently willing him to eat faster and was so busy concentrating he was perplexed when he looked up to see John laughing at him.
“What?” Sherlock had puffed defensively.
“Nothing.” John smiled “I just love you. Quirks and all.”
The detective’s mouth curved upwards slightly, as he tried to ignore the way his stomach fluttered at ‘those’ words. “I don’t have quirks, John”
“Sure, course not.” The doctor had grinned into his toast.
“I love you too.” Sherlock mumbled
“I know.” Smiled, John through his last few mouthfuls.
Sherlock perked up brightly. “Ready?”
“Well I was going to have some tea—” Sherlock stared at John darkly causing the doctor to give up before the detectives petulant nature could explode. “Right. Fine, fine! I’ll leave the tea.”
Sherlock dived forward applying a bruising kiss to John’s strawberry laced mouth and tugged him roughly towards his bedroom. No. Their bedroom it was soon to be ‘theirs’ again.
And, Sherlock couldn’t wait.