Author Note:
So this is my first time doing a fanfiction, they're generally not my style, but I am a serious Sherlockian, and kinda ship Johnlock, and I've had this idea in my head for a little while, so I figured I might as well get it out there to see what you guys think. I thought the idea of a kind of needy John was cute, so here it is. Let me know if you like it or not. :)
Mind Palace Mayhem
A Johnlock Fanfiction
John had just gotten back from a grocery trip, his arms were still full of the bags of food, but he was stalled in the doorway. His eyes took in the sight of Sherlock on the couch, his hands clasped below his chin, eyes closed and breathing even. He was organizing his mind palace. John couldn't stop a fond smile as he finally turned into the kitchen to put the groceries away. After putting them all neatly away, his tea going in the special hiding place to ensure Sherlock didn't experiment with it, he went back to sit in his chair. He watched Sherlock on the couch for several minutes before finally moving to the coffee table to be closer to the detective.
He watched the rising of Sherlock's chest, then glanced up to his closed eyes. The only indication that Sherlock wasn't sleeping was the quick flickering of his eyes underneath his eyelids, and John loved it.
John knew that Sherlock hated being interrupted from his mind palace, but he couldn't stop himself from leaning forward and gently placing his lips against the detective's. He savored the sweetness for just a moment before pulling back with a small smile.
Sherlock's eyes were open now, staring at John, his attention solely on the doctor now. And John loved that too.
"Was that strictly necessary?"
John grinned openly now. "Perhaps, I certainly enjoyed it."
Sherlock closed his eyes again, but couldn't stop a small smile. "Well, now that is done, I need to finish organizing. My mind palace is completely cluttered after that last case."
John nodded, even though Sherlock could no longer see him. "Alright, alright." Then, feeling mischievous, he leaned forward and kissed him again. He had meant it to be only a small peck, so was surprised when Sherlock's hand suddenly came up from his chest to the back of John's neck, keeping him there for a long moment. John hummed with pleasure.
Finally Sherlock released him and laid his head back down, his eyes still closed. "Now will you leave me alone? I really do have lots of things to organize."
John smiled, and knowing that Sherlock really wasn't mad at him, decided to enjoy himself for a few more minutes before letting the detective have his way. He went down to his knees next to the couch, then bent over Sherlock. He kissed his forehead gently. "Then there's something else to organize." A gentle kiss to the cheek. "And that too." He shifted his head to a different angle so as to kiss his collarbone. "Oh, that one too."
Sherlock sighed, from pleasure or annoyance John couldn't tell. "Really, John." John chuckled, low in his throat. "Yes, Sherlock?" Sherlock's hand came up to gently cup his cheek. "Five kisses and only two landed on my mouth, that was horrible."
John couldn't stop himself from laughing aloud at that. "Well, I guess I had better fix that, shouldn't I?"
Sherlock's hand slipped down to the front of John's jumper, pulling him closer. "As quickly as possible."
John grinned and quickly complied. But then pulled away after only a couple of kisses. "I shouldn't distract you like this, you need to organize." He bit his lip to stop a smile, knowing what Sherlock was going to do.
"Oh, no you don't." Sherlock kept a firm hand on his jumper. "You can't distract me and then expect to get away like that."
John smiled, making it look a little guilty. "But you have organizing to do, that's more important, we can finish this later, when you're done."
Sherlock sighed. "You're going to make me decide which is more important, aren't you? You or my cluttered mind palace."
John grinned fully. "Of course not." He leaned over Sherlock again, letting his lips brush against Sherlock's teasingly. "I'm going to make you deduce it."
Sherlock groaned, and again John couldn't tell if it was because of frustration or pleasure. But then the detective, pulled him close, sitting up halfway so as to be able to get a better angle. John hummed again, his hands coming up to drag across the back of Sherlock's neck. Then he pulled away slightly to smile, his eyes full of love for his crazy detective. "Figured it out, have you?"
Sherlock only growled and pulled him back. "Shut up." He murmured against John's lips.
John chuckled and pulled himself up with one hand against the back of the couch, effectively toppling Sherlock back over. "Make me."
After a few long kisses, Sherlock suddenly pulled away, looking at John seriously. "John, do you really think organizing my mind palace is more important to me than making you happy?"
John shook his head, then stopped, not certain. "I don't know, sometimes it seems that way, but I was just teasing you."
Sherlock stroked John's cheek with his thumb, his eyes filled with love and admiration. "John, I want you to know that nothing is more important to me than you, nothing."
John raised one eyebrow, skeptical. "Nothing? Even a case that's a ten?"
Sherlock cupped John's face in his hands, shaking his head firmly. "Nothing, John. Nothing. I would choose you over organizing my mind palace, over chasing a serial killer halfway across London, over a case that was an eleven. You are far more important to me than anything."
John smiled, every worry he had ever had erased by the simple but completely sincere tone that Sherlock used. He leaned forward to kiss Sherlock again, running his fingers through the long curls. "Thank you." After another long moment he pulled away again. "And, Sherlock?
"Yes, my John?"
"I love you, too."
Sherlock smiled gently, kissing his doctor again. "But I love you more, John."