John fluffed a sofa cushion aggressively. So his Alpha senses were a little off. He already knew that, that’s why he was making an effort again, trying to regain some of his former prowess. And he would have caught-on, before long, as to just what Liz had been up to. For heaven’s sake that was why he had been sitting in the living room chatting with her and not upstairs in his room, fucking the daylights out of her! Not that he would have been able to figure out about her girlfriend. He grudgingly admitted that he had Sherlock to thank for that. He had no wish to tangle with a jealous dom. He punched another cushion into shape with more force than necessary. He wanted a family, he always had, and he wasn’t getting any younger.
He moodily prowled the flat, picking up objects and putting them down again. Sherlock had been gone too long. John was worried about him; he’d been very upset when he left. But John didn’t know what to do, if anything. He’d hoovered the flat and disposed of the dust bag; washed the floors and laundered the seat covers on their sofa. The windows were still open so the flat was free of any scents other than their own now. Hopefully that would make Sherlock feel better when he came home. He had looked truly ill when he left.
John sighed and decided to make dinner. Sherlock’s appetite had been weak lately, even more so than usual. Perhaps John could tempt him into eating some of his favourite mushroom risotto when he returned.
As he sliced mushrooms, John pondered Sherlock’s odd behaviour. He was mystified as to the cause of Sherlock’s strong aversion to the other Omega’s scent. To his knowledge Sherlock had little or no capacity to scent others at all, although his other senses were very keen. But obviously Liz’s presence had triggered something in him and John was genuinely regretful for upsetting him. Future dates would take place elsewhere.
He stirred the rice and admitted to himself that he wasn’t sure when any future dates would be. Truth be told, he hadn’t really been interested in Liz, just going through the motions more than anything, hoping she would spark some sort of response in him. The painful truth was that none of the Omegas he’d met since moving in the Sherlock had attracted him. Perhaps Sherlock had been right in his initial assessment of him; his reproductive system was compromised to the point where he would never be able to breed a mate and raise children in the context of a loving family, as he so wanted.
He wiped a defeated arm over his forehead. Where was Sherlock anyway? The longer he was out, the greater his risk of assault and although he was well able to look after himself ordinarily, tonight he was not in his usual fighting form. And the summer heat always made Alpha’s more aggressive…
John almost sagged with relief when he heard the soft click of the door latching, signaling Sherlock’s return. He said nothing about his concern though, forcing himself to call casually around the kitchen partition, “Dinner’s ready, have a seat.”
“Um…I’m not hungry John. I…I…ate when I was out. I think I’ll just go to bed now.” He sounded strained. “But thank you. I… I’ll eat it for breakfast.” After that there was silence and John realized that Sherlock had gone straight to his bedroom. He was disappointed but relieved that at least Sherlock was home and safe. Thank God for that.
Fill: The Reason is You, Part 5
John fluffed a sofa cushion aggressively. So his Alpha senses were a little off. He already knew that, that’s why he was making an effort again, trying to regain some of his former prowess. And he would have caught-on, before long, as to just what Liz had been up to. For heaven’s sake that was why he had been sitting in the living room chatting with her and not upstairs in his room, fucking the daylights out of her! Not that he would have been able to figure out about her girlfriend. He grudgingly admitted that he had Sherlock to thank for that. He had no wish to tangle with a jealous dom. He punched another cushion into shape with more force than necessary. He wanted a family, he always had, and he wasn’t getting any younger.
He moodily prowled the flat, picking up objects and putting them down again. Sherlock had been gone too long. John was worried about him; he’d been very upset when he left. But John didn’t know what to do, if anything. He’d hoovered the flat and disposed of the dust bag; washed the floors and laundered the seat covers on their sofa. The windows were still open so the flat was free of any scents other than their own now. Hopefully that would make Sherlock feel better when he came home. He had looked truly ill when he left.
John sighed and decided to make dinner. Sherlock’s appetite had been weak lately, even more so than usual. Perhaps John could tempt him into eating some of his favourite mushroom risotto when he returned.
As he sliced mushrooms, John pondered Sherlock’s odd behaviour. He was mystified as to the cause of Sherlock’s strong aversion to the other Omega’s scent. To his knowledge Sherlock had little or no capacity to scent others at all, although his other senses were very keen. But obviously Liz’s presence had triggered something in him and John was genuinely regretful for upsetting him. Future dates would take place elsewhere.
He stirred the rice and admitted to himself that he wasn’t sure when any future dates would be. Truth be told, he hadn’t really been interested in Liz, just going through the motions more than anything, hoping she would spark some sort of response in him. The painful truth was that none of the Omegas he’d met since moving in the Sherlock had attracted him. Perhaps Sherlock had been right in his initial assessment of him; his reproductive system was compromised to the point where he would never be able to breed a mate and raise children in the context of a loving family, as he so wanted.
He wiped a defeated arm over his forehead. Where was Sherlock anyway? The longer he was out, the greater his risk of assault and although he was well able to look after himself ordinarily, tonight he was not in his usual fighting form. And the summer heat always made Alpha’s more aggressive…
John almost sagged with relief when he heard the soft click of the door latching, signaling Sherlock’s return. He said nothing about his concern though, forcing himself to call casually around the kitchen partition, “Dinner’s ready, have a seat.”
“Um…I’m not hungry John. I…I…ate when I was out. I think I’ll just go to bed now.” He sounded strained. “But thank you. I… I’ll eat it for breakfast.” After that there was silence and John realized that Sherlock had gone straight to his bedroom. He was disappointed but relieved that at least Sherlock was home and safe. Thank God for that.