Final three chapters please enjoy! Sorry for any glaring errors. Warning contains smut. x
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John sat Sherlock on the bed and then sat down beside him. The doctor, then began to gently tug his fingers through the detective’s soft tousled curls in a way that made him practically purr in delight. ‘This’ Sherlock thought to himself ‘this is… home.’ John, raised his other hand to cup Sherlock’s jaw as he moved in slowly ghosting kisses over his jaw, cheek, ear and neck. Sherlock was in heaven, it had felt like years since he’d felt John’s touch like this and it was setting his skin on fire. Soon, John’s mouth found Sherlock’s and the doctor lowered his hand, slowly (too slowly, much, much too slowly) unbuttoning the detective’s shirt. Sherlock closed his eyes enjoying the sensation of John fingers sliding down his chest. Their kiss grew hungrier the longer it went on; it began with Sherlock delving furiously into John’s mouth and concluded with John suckling on Sherlock’s lips until they were beautifully raw.
The doctor, in time made his way further down younger man’s body, nipping and tasting the skin on his way. Soon, the detective began to feel the tell-tale indicators of his previous anxieties prickling in his peripheral and almost, instinctually the detective began to reach for the lamp switch so they could be plunged into the security of the darkness.
However, unbeknownst to Sherlock he was being scrutinized closely for precisely that moment and John grabbed his wrist before Sherlock could reach for the lamp and he intertwined their fingers.
“No.” John whispered, as he pressed up so he and the detective were face to face.
“John I—” Sherlock had no idea where wanted to go with the sentence, if he told John that the fear was beginning to take hold, that he could feel the pounding of his heart accelerating terrifyingly; John would stop. That couldn’t happen, not when Sherlock had fought so hard to get them to the stage they were at; not when they were so close. That couldn’t happen.
John’s tone was firm but warm when he spoke again. “We do this in the light.”
Sherlock vocals worked against his permission. “I can’t…”
“Neither can I. I can’t do this in the dark. I can’t do this, worrying that you’re terrified. I need to be able to see you.” John breathed simply.
Panic, was beginning to clutch at Sherlock’s chest. However, this time it had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the prospect of John stopping and eventually leaving him for someone who was able to function through the basic act of copulation. “If you see, you’ll stop.” The horror had filtered into is words.
John watched him calmly for a moment. “That is a strong possibility. But, we’ll try tomorrow or the next day or the next; we have time, Sherlock.”
Sherlock’s eyes simultaneously burned with questions and shone with wonder. “Time?”
“Buckets of it!” John smiled.
“Well if—I mean if you—okay, I suppose we could—” Sherlock words were terminated by John’s lips crushing lovingly into his. The doctor took time exploring the detective’s mouth, kissing and caressing the majority of the tension away. Unseeingly, he then reached his hand into the bedside draw, withdrawing a bottle of lubricant, deftly flipping the lid and pouring it onto his fingers.
“Soclever.” Sherlock smiled into John’s mouth as John chuckled back into his. The doctor soon pulled back trailing kissing along the detective’s neck, and slowly John licked and touched the skin below Sherlock’s clavicle making a slow descent downward on the younger man’s chest and stomach making Sherlock’s breath hitch with an anticipation that was still laced with small traces of fear (but he was intending keep that to himself). John looked up observing Sherlock closely, ‘trust issues’ Sherlock’s brain supplied ‘he already knows, he’s seeing how it goes.’
Re: Filled: What's Done In The Dark 16/18
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John sat Sherlock on the bed and then sat down beside him. The doctor, then began to gently tug his fingers through the detective’s soft tousled curls in a way that made him practically purr in delight. ‘This’ Sherlock thought to himself ‘this is… home.’ John, raised his other hand to cup Sherlock’s jaw as he moved in slowly ghosting kisses over his jaw, cheek, ear and neck. Sherlock was in heaven, it had felt like years since he’d felt John’s touch like this and it was setting his skin on fire. Soon, John’s mouth found Sherlock’s and the doctor lowered his hand, slowly (too slowly, much, much too slowly) unbuttoning the detective’s shirt. Sherlock closed his eyes enjoying the sensation of John fingers sliding down his chest. Their kiss grew hungrier the longer it went on; it began with Sherlock delving furiously into John’s mouth and concluded with John suckling on Sherlock’s lips until they were beautifully raw.
The doctor, in time made his way further down younger man’s body, nipping and tasting the skin on his way. Soon, the detective began to feel the tell-tale indicators of his previous anxieties prickling in his peripheral and almost, instinctually the detective began to reach for the lamp switch so they could be plunged into the security of the darkness.
However, unbeknownst to Sherlock he was being scrutinized closely for precisely that moment and John grabbed his wrist before Sherlock could reach for the lamp and he intertwined their fingers.
“No.” John whispered, as he pressed up so he and the detective were face to face.
“John I—” Sherlock had no idea where wanted to go with the sentence, if he told John that the fear was beginning to take hold, that he could feel the pounding of his heart accelerating terrifyingly; John would stop. That couldn’t happen, not when Sherlock had fought so hard to get them to the stage they were at; not when they were so close. That couldn’t happen.
John’s tone was firm but warm when he spoke again. “We do this in the light.”
Sherlock vocals worked against his permission. “I can’t…”
“Neither can I. I can’t do this in the dark. I can’t do this, worrying that you’re terrified. I need to be able to see you.” John breathed simply.
Panic, was beginning to clutch at Sherlock’s chest. However, this time it had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the prospect of John stopping and eventually leaving him for someone who was able to function through the basic act of copulation. “If you see, you’ll stop.” The horror had filtered into is words.
John watched him calmly for a moment. “That is a strong possibility. But, we’ll try tomorrow or the next day or the next; we have time, Sherlock.”
Sherlock’s eyes simultaneously burned with questions and shone with wonder. “Time?”
“Buckets of it!” John smiled.
“Well if—I mean if you—okay, I suppose we could—” Sherlock words were terminated by John’s lips crushing lovingly into his. The doctor took time exploring the detective’s mouth, kissing and caressing the majority of the tension away. Unseeingly, he then reached his hand into the bedside draw, withdrawing a bottle of lubricant, deftly flipping the lid and pouring it onto his fingers.
“So clever.” Sherlock smiled into John’s mouth as John chuckled back into his. The doctor soon pulled back trailing kissing along the detective’s neck, and slowly John licked and touched the skin below Sherlock’s clavicle making a slow descent downward on the younger man’s chest and stomach making Sherlock’s breath hitch with an anticipation that was still laced with small traces of fear (but he was intending keep that to himself). John looked up observing Sherlock closely, ‘trust issues’ Sherlock’s brain supplied ‘he already knows, he’s seeing how it goes.’