John’s anguish was unnecessary, as it turned out. For, fortunately, Omega instincts are just as powerful as Alpha instincts and Sherlock was more than equal to John’s passion. Sherlock reveled in the delicious pleasure of opening his body and his heart to his mate; the man Sherlock trusted with his wellbeing more than he trusted even himself. His body softened in John’s arms and he melted with happiness and pleasure; willing John, in this moment, to mold and re-shape him into something new and precious. If Sherlock had been in heat, almost certainly, that something new and precious would have been a new life; a delicate miracle created from indestructible love.
Feeling Sherlock pressed against him, eager and excited, John finally gave in to his nature and let himself go. He pressed his forehead to Sherlock’s back and clung to him in awed gratitude; knowing that at last he had found his home; the extraordinary being he held in his arms, his beloved Sherlock, was truly the guardian of his heart and his life. With this realization, his body convulsed and he stiffened with the physical exertion of orgasm and ejaculation; utterly vulnerable in the moment but entrusting his body to Sherlock. His groan of release resounded in the quiet bedroom, “Sherlock…God…I love you…!”
As John slowed and stilled behind him, Sherlock gave a contented hum. He carefully disengaged himself from John and turned over in John’s arms to look into his eyes. He smiled widely and said, “I love you too, John. You are amazing!” He kissed John’s lips. “I’m yours now, right?”
John smiled tenderly and stoked Sherlock’s cheek. “My love, you’ve always been mine, isn’t that what you said?”
Sherlock’s smile turned to one of delight. “Yes!” He then looked carefully at John, whose eyes were beginning to close. He whispered, “Before you go to sleep, John, I want to tell you, I’ve done all the calculations using the available data and I estimate that I’ll be at my most fertile in fourteen days, three hours and 37 minutes.”
John opened his eyes wide in amusement. “Oh…?”
Sherlock rolled his eyes and blew out a breath. “Bonding and babies, John!”
John grinned, then laughed, then kissed him before pulling him close.
Fill: The Reason is You, Part 12h
Feeling Sherlock pressed against him, eager and excited, John finally gave in to his nature and let himself go. He pressed his forehead to Sherlock’s back and clung to him in awed gratitude; knowing that at last he had found his home; the extraordinary being he held in his arms, his beloved Sherlock, was truly the guardian of his heart and his life. With this realization, his body convulsed and he stiffened with the physical exertion of orgasm and ejaculation; utterly vulnerable in the moment but entrusting his body to Sherlock. His groan of release resounded in the quiet bedroom, “Sherlock…God…I love you…!”
As John slowed and stilled behind him, Sherlock gave a contented hum. He carefully disengaged himself from John and turned over in John’s arms to look into his eyes. He smiled widely and said, “I love you too, John. You are amazing!” He kissed John’s lips. “I’m yours now, right?”
John smiled tenderly and stoked Sherlock’s cheek. “My love, you’ve always been mine, isn’t that what you said?”
Sherlock’s smile turned to one of delight. “Yes!” He then looked carefully at John, whose eyes were beginning to close. He whispered, “Before you go to sleep, John, I want to tell you, I’ve done all the calculations using the available data and I estimate that I’ll be at my most fertile in fourteen days, three hours and 37 minutes.”
John opened his eyes wide in amusement. “Oh…?”
Sherlock rolled his eyes and blew out a breath. “Bonding and babies, John!”
John grinned, then laughed, then kissed him before pulling him close.
The End.