Along came Mary. She was pretty, but not in an overwhelming way, not the kind of beauty that makes you weak in the knees and dizzy. She was the kind of pretty that made you smile after a long day at the clinic. The kind of pretty that was safe, home. She was also kind and reassuring, and very, very patient. John had never met anyone as tolerant and nice as her.
He almost didn't ask for her number when he saw her at the coffee shop down the street. He was there hiding from Sherlock. He wasn't kidding himself, of course Sherlock knew where he was, but he wasn't home and that's what mattered. Another woman, Jill or Jean, John's wasn't sure, had just dumped him because of Sherlock. It was their third date, and Sherlock knew, he had to know that John was planning to ask her to stay over. Which was why he was surprised to find Sherlock sprawled naked on the couch when he opened the door. He was also sure Sherlock had heard their steps, two pairs, going up the stairs to their flat, and yet he had done nothing to cover himself.
His breath caught. He was probably staring, but the vast expanse of pale skin before him had him glued to the point. He felt familiar warmth in his groin start to grow and shook his head, trying to snap himself out of it. Jenna or Jane looked at him once, then at Sherlock and walked out the door. He wanted to run after her, but had nothing to say to his wasn't like it was the first time Sherlock had interrupted their date. So instead he stormed out and went to the coffee shop.
He had just had about enough. He thought of moving out, but he knew he couldn't. The thrill was keeping him at Sherlock's side, no matter how many relationships or just chances to get laid he'd ruined. Then, he contemplated not dating anymore. Not even trying, knowing Sherlock will find a way to end it before he got anything out of it. Then Mary came in.
He was instantly drawn to her, all smiles and curves, but stopped himself from making a move, barely half an hour after Janet had stormed off. Then, she approached the counter and ordered tea. Something snapped inside him when he saw her do something as unusual as order tea at a coffee shop. That single act made her look interesting, different, exciting.
He approached the counter just as the tender was giving her the drink. "May I?"he asked, placing a fiver next to the cup. She smiled at him and took the cup, placing it on the table he had just sat on. He smiled back.
The first time Sherlock had interrupted their date with a "Case. Come at once. SH" Mary raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. She didn't ignore John when he called her later that night and didn't even ask for an explanation, though she deserved one.
The first night she stayed over Sherlock decided 4 a.m. was a perfect time to practice violin. Modern pieces. She curled up closer to him and hid her face in the crook of his neck, but said nothing. She seemed to just get it, somehow.
They saw Sherlock in the morning. He focused his intense gaze on her, probably gathering more information on her than John knew, some that she might not even know herself. John visibly cringed, knowing it was going to end just like that. She was going to hear what Sherlock had to say and run away. Sherlock opened his mouth. John glared at it, whishing it to just close. "Good morning, miss Morstan" said Sherlock, then grabbed his tea and made to leave. He brushed past John. "She's lovely" he whispered into his ear, so quietly John wasn't sure if he'd imagined the whole thing.
After a month, she was spending more time at 221B than in her own flat.
After three, she was allowed to accompany them on a case.
For Sherlock's birthday, she got him a new skull. Female. Sherlock nodded his appreciation. John didn't ask her how she got it.
She was Mary, she was his and he was happy.
One night, they were having sex. She was, for the most part, and John was under her, enjoying the show. They had stopped trying to be silent a while ago, when Sherlock said he heard anyway and didn't care.
John groaned as she sunk unto him once more. He was so close; it would only take a few more strokes for it to be over. She then leaned down to kiss him. "I have something I'd like to try out" she said, her voice a breathy whisper. "Anything" John moaned into her mouth, too far gone to care if she wanted to hang him upside down and whip him. She slid off him and crawled back, setting her head between his legs. He propped himself up on an elbow to see what she was doing. However, when she licked him from base to tip he threw his head back with a moan, closing his eyes.
"God!" he cried, when she took him fully into her mouth. This was nothing new, but he was happy to accept it anyway. Then, he felt her finger behind his balls, massaging him. He was so close already and the added sensation did nothing but bring him closer to the edge. Then, he felt he finger move backward, nearing his hole. He didn't have time to panic before she slid it in him and started angling it. He was about to protest when he felt her touch something, and then it was all over and he was cumming into her mouth, and she was swallowing him eagerly.
When he opened his eyes a few minutes later, she was next to him again, a huge grin on her face. Without thinking he leaned to kiss her, tasting himself on her lips. "Why did you do that?"he asked, making sure not to look angry. She had asked and he did enjoy it, so there was no point getting in a fight over this. "I was just wondering…" she said, playfully placing her hand on his chest, "If you might be into trying out one of my fantasies". She bit he lower lip and looked up at him, with just a hint of teasing in her eyes. John wasn't sure how to react. Considering what she had just done, it probably had to do with that area of his body. Though he had enjoyed it, he wasn't exactly ready for her to buy a dildo and flip him over. He just had to ask though "well, that depends on what it is" he asked timidly, curiosity evident in his voice.
She leaned closer to him, practically talking into his mouth and whispered "I want to try a threesome".
John recoiled into the pillow. This was not what he was expecting. He thought she might really last, become a constant in his life. Now, she wanted to see other people. "What's his name?" he asked. She looked puzzled. "Who?"
"That new guy you're with. It's fine, you know. You don't have to explain yourself to me. You can just go". He was expecting her to get her things and bolt through the door. Instead, she reached over and hugged him to her chest.
"There's no one, you bit git. Of course there's only you, who do you think I am?"
"Then why do you want a threesome? Isn't it just an excuse to have sex with another guy?"
"No! though I'll admit, thinking about you with a guy.." she smirked
"Me? what do you mean me?" John said rapidly, backing into the wall.
"You didn't think I'd have all the fun, did you? I want it to be an experience for both of us"
She put a hand on him arm, and he relaxed into her touch. "I don't think I want some random guy touching you the way only I'm allowed to, seeing you like this. Let alone touching me".
She placed he head on his bare chest. "It doesn't have to be a random guy." She said simply, completely missing what he said. He was taken aback at first, but then, just out of pure curiosity he asked "Like whom?"
"Someone we both know, it can't be one sided. A friend, someone we can both trust. He has to be detached enough so as not to get attached to either of us. Not gay, but not totally straight either".
John wasn't stupid, but he had to try "How about Tom, that friend of yours who was at Sherlock's party?"
"Happily married. Do you think he's hot?"she teased, ticking him a little. "No!"John yelped. "He's a nice bloke, that's all! Ouch! no!"
They continued the tickle fight for a bit, then lay back on the bed. "You want him, right?"He asked, knowing she'd understand who he was talking about. "Yes" she replied "But only if you're comfortable with it. I'd never do it without you".
"He'll say no"
"You don't know that until you ask"
"Fine, I'll ask".
She smiled and curled up against him. Soon they both fell asleep.
In the morning, Sherlock was nowhere to be found. John checked his messages but found none. He just began thinking the whole thing over when his phone vibrated in his hand "At the morgue. Bunch of idiots. I'll be home by noon. SH"
He sat down on the couch and opened his laptop, planning on finishing his latest blog entry, but found himself to be too agitated. He soon gave up and walked to the supermarket, pretending not to notice the fact that every C.C.T.V. camera was turning his way. He gave the one just at the entrance of the shop the finger, and walked inside. He bought some tea, a pack of condoms and milk. He was approaching the saleslady when his phone vibrated again "Don't forget the sugar. MH". He mumbled angrily under his breath but got the sugar anyway, not bothering to send Mycroft a reply.
When he got home Sherlock was on the sofa with John's laptop, presumably reading the unfinished version of his blog entry. "It's a load of rubbish!"he exclaimed when he was sure John was within ear range "I did not swoon over Irene". Then, he looked up at John, his expression quickly changing to confused, then focused.
"You're nervous" he stated, eventually.
"Yes"
"And annoyed. Mycroft?" John nodded. "But then, why are anxious now? it's me. You want to tell me something" he gave John a look "No. You want to ask me something" another look "Ah."
"Ah what?" John asked angrily.
"Ah I see" Sherlock replied.
"See what?"
"What you want."
"Want?"
"Want to ask. Please stop repeating everything I say, it's tedious".
"Then what is your answer?"John asked, looking at the rug, at the ceiling, anything that isn't Sherlock's face.
Sherlock got up from the sofa and moved a step closer to John, invading his personal space. "But you didn't ask me anything" he said softly, his intense gaze fixed on John.
"Do you want me to?" John said quietly, afraid to move a muscle.
"If you want to" Sherlock said, moving even closer. John could just reach his hand and touch that face, those lips.
"Yes. Will you?"John asked, surprised to find his tone so needy and desperate.
Sherlock moved so deliciously closer to him, their faces nearly touching. Then, he said at a casual tone "Tell Mary to come by tonight".
Before John had time to grasp the meaning of what Sherlock said, that it would be happening, tonight, and had the chance to close that gap between them, Sherlock was gone. He heard the door of Sherlock's bedroom close and a soft rumbling of a machine. He stood there, dazed for a few more seconds then took out his cell and called Mary.
"John?"
He said nothing.
"John, are you there?"
He realized he had to say something or she would hang up "Yes."He croaked.
"John, is everything alright?" She asked, concerned.
"Yes" he said again "he said yes".
"Who? Oh. really?"
"Yes."
"Are you freaking out? Do you want me to come over?"
"Yes and yes".
"Do you still want this?"
"Oh god, yes".
It wasn't long before the front door opened and he was being hugged by Mary. Soft, safe Mary. He didn't know what to say but that was okay because she didn't try to make him talk. She took his hand and led him to the bed, where they snogged lazily for about an hour. It was just getting interesting; with her placing soft bites on his neck and her hands drawing little circles on his biceps when there was a knock on the door.
John froze and felt Mary do the same underneath him. They turned to the opening door and stared at what John could only describe as one of the most magnificent sights he'd ever seen: Sherlock, wearing only his briefs, his long frame leaning on the doorway, the light from outside dancing over his skin. John rose off Mary and sat back on the bed, scrambling for words. A little while later Sherlock broke the silence.
"Did I misunderstand? Was this not what you wanted?" The insecurity in his voice stabbed at John's heart.
"No, no.. This is"
"Perfect" Mary chimed in. John had nearly forgotten about her. He turned to her. "Yes".
"Come here" She motioned. Sherlock, never a guy to take orders, walked the three steps between the door and the bad, closing the door behind him. As John's eyes adjusted to the darkness he looked over Sherlock's body, amazed at how fragile it looked, like a glass statue. And a marvelous statue, at that.
Sherlock came closer to Mary and raised her chin to him. Then, he turned to John. "May I?" he asked, sincerity in his eyes. He wanted to say Are you sure? and I won't take her away. John understood. He nodded.
Sherlock bent down and put his lips against Mary's. She sighed and pulled him closer, her hands tangling in his hair. John felt a little pang of jealousy, but pushed it away. When they finally parted to breathe, Mary motioned to him to come closer. He kissed her, tasting a foreign taste on her lips. He licked it away. He heard her moan and was surprised to see Sherlock has placed himself behind her, and was kissing the back of her neck.
John grabbed the hem of Mary's shirt hand pulled it over her head. Sherlocked stopped his ministrations and helped, their hands brushing. He continued to unclasp her familiar bra, freeing her medium sized breasts. Sherlock's hands wandered to her chest and tweaked a nipple. She squeaked and arched off him, pushing herself into John's embrace. He moved his mouth to her neck and grabbed her hips, steadying her against him. Sherlock's mouth was so close to his. He looked up into those blue oceans and felt a blush on his cheeks. His hardening cock gave a little jolt of pleasure.
Mary moaned again and the sound snapped him from Sherlock's intense gaze. He licked southwards to her belly, than just a little lower- "Please John" she panted, leaning back into Sherlock. Sherlock lifted her hips and allowed John to remove her trousers and the lacy underpants with them. Any other day, he would have given them a little more attention, but today they were off and forgotten before he had the chance to even notice their color. He used his hand to expose her clit then placed a soft kiss on it. She bucked into in face, nearly screaming. Sherlock silenced her with his lips. He licked her some more then gently thrust a finger into her. He curled it inside her and she moved her hips down, trying to get him to go deeper.
He noticed Sherlock's hand beside his own, and soon Sherlock was also fingering Mary. She made a high, desperate sound "Please, JOHN!"
He backed away momentarily. Sherlock thrust another finger in to compensate for the loss. Unceremoniously, he removed his shirt and trousers. He looked at them. Mary was laying on top of Sherlock, her back to him. He was grinding against her and fingering her in an awkward position. He had never seen anything hotter in his life. Mary's head was thrown back, her eyes closed. He looked to Sherlock. His gaze was fixed on him. John places a hand at the waistband of his boxers. Sherlock nodded and watched him take his pants off. John wasn't sure, but he thought Sherlock might have gulped.
John walked back towards the bed, stopping at the bedside drawer and pulled the box of condoms out. He ripped one wrapper and put it on himself, feeling himself get harder at the touch. When he reached Mary Sherlock took his fingers out of her and placed them in his mouth, sucking on them obscenely. John swallowed as images of his cock replacing those fingers entered his mind. He wished those thought away and proceeded to enter Mary, going as slow as he could. Once he was sheathed inside her heat he waited patiently for her to signal she was ready. An agonizing minute later she finally bucked down against him and he started gentle in and out motions. He started panting, breathing into Mary's neck. It was the familiar sensation of safe, sane, Mary that engulfed him together with something new and exciting. He closed his eyes and enjoyed this mix of emotions. Then, he felt a hand on his own.
He opened his eyes and saw Sherlock looking at him. His eyes were seeking something. He looked down and saw Sherlock had a finger inside Mary's bum. "May I?" he mouthed. John appreciated the sentiment. It wasn't something he and Mary hadn't explored a while ago, and Sherlock, being Sherlock, probably knew that, but it was nice of him to ask anyway. John smiled and nodded. He heard a cap opening and saw Sherlock spreading a generous amount of lube on three of his fingers. He gradually inserted them into Mary. John was astounded. He could I feel it. Mary felt tighter around him, and it was so, so wonderful.
"Yes! Yes!" she screamed next to his ear, but still he could hardly hear her. All he was aware of was Sherlock, taking his briefs off, exposing his long, hard cock, that was already dripping pre-cum. John's mouth watered, and he prayed Sherlock wouldn't notice his reaction. There was no point, really, it was Sherlock.
Sherlock tore a condom wrapper and slid his hand across his cock. John felt his own cock hardening at the sight. Sherlock poured lube on himself then slowly started penetrating Mary from behind. John felt incredible tightness around his dick and looked into Sherlock's piercing gaze. His mouth was hung open and his hair was such a mess and John wanted to kiss him so, so bad. As if on que, Sherlock leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. John looked up and closed the gap between them.
The world stopped. John couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything, couldn't feel anything except Sherlock's lips on his own. They were rougher than Mary's, and oh, was she even here? and yes, she was sandwiched between them, but that didn't stop from fireworks going inside his brain. He wanted more, he wanted to touch, he wanted -"Christ!"
He heard Mary scream and she was finished, shaking between them. He felt her come from inside. Sherlock's lips tightened against him and he felt it too. Then Sherlock moaned and that's all it took and he was cumming, and Sherlock was following suit. They collapsed on the bed, exhausted.
"Good?"Mary asked.
John looked at Sherlock, then at the ceiling.
"Bit not good, and a lot good".