Two...?
Chapter 1-Forgetful?
This is the second time this week! Sherlock goes out,comes home and snogs me to death. But every morning I give hints and he honestly doesnt seem to remember. I cant keep doing this. I love Sherlock with all my heart, plus when this keep's happening...what am I supposed to do? I sigh and throw myself on the sofa. I start to dift off. "John.." I hear Sherlock seductive vocie call. I look up to see Sherlock blue/greys staring back down. "S-Sherlock...?" I stutter, licking my dry lips. "My John..." he mumbles against my lips. I moan and snake my arms around his neck, smashing our lips together. I feel Sherlock smirk into the kiss. "My my...John the army man is running low on self-control?" he teases, attacking my sensative neck after breaking the kiss. "Ahh..! Sher...lock..." I moan throwing my head back, allowing him more room. "Not tonight John. My blogger needs rest." He locks eyes with me. "I love you." He gives me a soft kiss and I fall asleep.
Next morning
I wake up still on the sofa. "Sherlock...?" I call horsely,sitting up. I clear my throut and try again. "Sherlo-..." I trail off as I see a cuppa on the coffee table along with a small note.
Lestrade called me down to the Yard for a file and I didnt want to wake you. I made you tea-Sherlock~
I eye the steaming cup of tea. 'I wonder...' and as that thought pops into my head I see something else written on the note.
P.S-No I didnt do anything to it.
I sip some of the tea and, to my surprise, it's perfect. I smile then that smile quickly falls. 'Shame he cant remember...' I stare at the cup. 'Could he be using me?...No. No! Sherlock would never do that to me...He wouldnt act like he doesnt remember to make me seem crazy...right? Oh god...' "John!" I snap out of my thoughts and spot Sherlock's worried look as he place his coat on the door. "Are you feeling alright? You've been spacing out alot lately...and your tea is cold." Sherlock observes. "John is something wrong? Have I done something?" Sherlock asks sitting on the floor in front of me. "What? No no Sherlock. I'm not mad at you or anything...But do you really not remember last night?" I ask. He face twists up in confusion. "John I dont know what your talking about." Sherlock shakes his head. 'I love you.' I feel the tears spiking my eyes. I start to feel angry and sad all at the same time. "Well then why'd you say it?" I yell, dropping the forgotten cup in my hands to the floor. Sherlock jumps up and looks down at me with confused, big blue. "John..." I know i'm crying. I cant help it. "Why'd you say it..." I repete to myself running up to my room.
A/N- This idea fell from the sky while I was watching the movie Limtless! Dont know what that had to do with this...but it helped so there!