People bustled around the crime scene. John and Sherlock stepped under the caution tape.
"Lestrade," Sherlock huffed addressing the pepper haired detective inspector.
"Hello Greg," John said.
"Hey John , Sherlock," Lestrade said giving John a small smile.
"Why am I needed again?" Sherlock asked impatiently.
"Oh, right, this way," Lestrade motioned for the men to follow him. They followed silently behind Lestrade, walking close together holding hands. They broke apart because Lestrade had stopped motioning inside a room. Sherlock stepped into the room and instantly regretted it. The room was sickly hot and the heat clung to his skin. He peeled off the purple scarf that alwsys adorned his neck. Gasps echoed of the walls of the tiny room. Sherlock paid no mind and continued examining the body.
"uh, Sherlock?" Lestrade asked. Sherlock looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Wh-what's wrong with your neck?" Lestrade asked tentitivly. John giggled in the corner. Sherlock pulled out his mobile and ssw his neck was littered with loads of purple and green love bites. Sherlock swore under his breath.
"It's obvious what they are, the freak is obviously into BDSM," Anderson sneered. Sherlock genuinely laughed.
"and what makes you think that?" Sherlock spat.
"The bruises that cover your neck" Anderson said in a duh tone.
"Oh really, so I take it you are also into BDSM because thats a nice 'bruise' Donovan gave you," Sherlock scoffed. Anderson looked truly horrified. John laughed. It was getting truly unbearable in the room, John's body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, so he pulled his humper over his head. Lestrade gasped. After the jumper was over John's head, John looked at Lestrade quizzically.
"A-are those scr-scratches?" John was slightly confused.
"They look fresh too, like last night, early this morning," John flushed as he remember the mornings activities. Sherlock had gotten a little frisky, resulting in pasionate morning sex.
"oh um I uh," John mumbled.
"Who gave 'em to ya?" Lestrade asked with a nudge.
"Uhh,"
"it was the boyfriend!" Sherlock yelled pulling the heat off of John.
"How do you know?" Lestrade asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" Sherlock huffed.
"Use your words babe," John whispered to Sherlock.
"Fine, you can see that she was obviously unhappy and was threatening to leave, thats why there is no sign of forced entry but sign of struggle," Lestrade nodded.
"Thank you," Lestrade said, Sherlock pulled John from the room and outside.
"Come, honey, lets go home," Sherlock said wrapping a arm around John's shoulders. John made a sound of content. They took two steps before John stopped Sherlock and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
"You know you're in trouble for those love bites right?" Sherlock asked.
"I say we are even, I've got scratches," John ssid matter of factly. Sherlock chuckled and continued to walk.

You and Sherlock? -GL

John got a few minutes later, John turned and saw all of Scottland Yard in front of the house. John smiled and waved and wrapped and arm around Sherlock's slender waist.