Parting is such sweet sorrow
It is the last year of school for John before he goes off to University, he needs to be studying hard but a certain teacher is driving him to distraction. A buzz filled the air between Mr Holmes and Watson growing unbearable, the last school year is about to draw to a close. The tension is tangible and the exams are looming, will John Watson hold his resolve?
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Sherlock was sat at his desk, marking his students work leaving sharp criticisms to soon crush the intelligent student's self-importance. He had just finished his last scathing comment, when the tawny stocky figure of John Watson entered the class room. His walk was awkward yet emanated a sense of self-dignity and Sherlock hated to say it- power. His enigmatic eyes were normally bright when entering Sherlock's class on a Wednesday afternoon but today they were downcast hiding his eyes away from Sherlock's view.
John could feel Mr Holmes' sharp electric blue eyes follow him across the classroom. He couldn't meet his gaze for fear of getting burnt, Holmes had been an object of his burning confusing thoughts for the past couple of weeks. He was surprised Holmes couldn't read this hidden battle all over his face. John was fifteen minutes early and noticed he had interrupted his teachers' marking. He decided to sit quietly down, planning to read and for Holmes to forget his existence as John suspected his teacher easily could. John saw himself as exceedingly boring compared to the fascinating and frustratingly beautiful man who had started plaguing his mind ever since he took over from the equally as delightful Miss Prendergast who many boys in John's class had found extremely interesting.
Sherlock hadn't looked back down to the paperwork he should be filing away, instead was studying the boy sat across the room from him, he cleared his throat and looked away finding something to distract himself with but was more intrigued by John's behavior. He wasn't at all an outspoken student but he still participated in the lessons with an interested smile. His silence and concentration on the book he was reading, led Sherlock like a magnet to walk over and stand by John's desk.
"Hello John" Mr Holmes' baritone voice rumbled by John's desk making him jump. He looked up and couldn't prevent a smile from appearing on his lips at the casual way in which his teacher said his name almost intimate, at that thought John felt a slight warmth develop on his cheeks.
"Hello Sir" he replied placing his book down, he reckoned that Holmes had finished his marking and had felt sorry for John's lonely appearance.
"What's that you're reading?" Sherlock asked in a conversational tone dissimilar to the controlled and clipped English teacher voice he uses for the class.
"Romeo and Juliet" John answered, internally kicking himself he looked into those hypnotic eyes. He bit his lip and watched as his teacher's dark eyebrow raise, slight surprise lighting his eyes.
"Are you enjoying it?" this innocent question caused John's pulse to quicken slightly, maybe because of the seductive curve of Sherlock's mouth as he smiled.
"Well my sister is in a school production of it so I thought I'd read it..." John began to explain but Sherlock finished for him.
"In preparation."
John glanced back up and nodded silently followed by a quiet " I suppose" He couldn't look away from the blue eyes thawing from their usually frozen state, John was ensnared he wanted to break the contact to prevent his humiliation but he just couldn't physically look away. The tall dark man released him from his gaze as his eyes moved to the window. This split second moment let John's brain work and he quickly stood up announcing "I'm just going to get a drink before class starts"
Sherlock's head whipped back to John who was standing jangling with some change in his pocket. He watched as John nervously pushed a hand through his blond mousy hair, it looked thick and soft to the touch. He noticed John's hesitance as he moved round his desk, he had to brush past him through the close knit desks. John avoided Sherlock's eyes, the proximity having a bitter taste on his tongue. Before Sherlock realised, his arm acted of it's own accord, reaching out to stop John. John freezes and his eyes turn to him in surprise, Sherlock studied every inch of John's face until he zones onto his mouth taking in every feathered line down his bottom lip. A line of blood was in one of the cracks in his plump lower lip "Your lip is bleeding" Sherlock says absently not recognising his own voice.
John's heart was over-reacting to Holmes' closeness- or maybe it wasn't an over reaction considering the mouth-watering scent engulfing his senses. His pulse spiked when he realised his teachers attention was focused onto his mouth Oh god this can't be happening. It's in my head, it's in my head!. Yet his eyes were not miraculously deceiving him as he watched Sherlock's hand move towards his face. His mouth grew slack and he felt his teacher's warm soft pad of his thumb brush his lower lip, pulling it down gut wrenchingly slowly to reveal the damage. His gaze purely medical, whilst John's hormones and blush rages.
Sherlock's reasoning behind his concentration on the small cut was questionable yet he couldn't pull his thumb away. He could feel John's warm breath on the sensitive pad of his thumb a vibration of tingles spreading from the nerves in his thumb throughout his body. For a heart-stopping moment John moved his lips together provoking heat to pool at the base of Sherlock's spine because it appeared as though John had caught his thumb, alive with nerves, in a chaste kiss. When in reality he was just swallowing, however true this may be, he couldn't move his hand away in shock he just stood locked still.
The heady feeling of Sherlock's touch along with the following permanent eye contact was beginning to make John feel dizzy. His mouth was growing increasingly dry, he swallowed and the way his lips moved together to form a kiss onto Mr Holmes' thumb was strangely erotic. He probably thinks I kissed his thumb on purpose, when all he was doing was checking a cut on my lip. Keep it together John! His thoughts raged. John thought this torture would go on forever until the sound of the class room door opening caused John's teacher to move his hand away as if he had been shocked.