This was inspired by two gorgeous pictures I saw on Tumblr. I have reblogged it there along with this wee drabble on my site: www. witchravenfox. tumblr .com for the black and white pictures.
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The Magic of the Suit
They had dressed up for a case. Of course it was a case.. John had complained about wearing the clothes when he saw them on the hangers in the store, and even when he tried them on at first. Maybe it was the way the material clung close to his skin that made he feel suddenly very comfortable.
Or maybe it was walking out of his bedroom and down the stairs and seeing Sherlock lounging on the sofa in his own new shirt and jacket. For the first time, John looked down at himself and over at Sherlock and realised that they looked like a couple. A comfortable couple that should be seen together and admired. A couple that needed to establish whether that kiss two weeks ago really meant anything had changed in their relationship.
"John, do you like it?" Sherlock asked quietly fiddling with his own cuff.
John sat in the chair opposite and crossed his legs in the gentlemanly way. "You look, uh… handsome, really quite gorgeous."
Sherlock looked up into John's eye to see if more would come, but it did not. Sherlock was actually referring to John's own suit that he picked and thought would bring out the elegance in the older man. It seemed as though it was his turn to speak, but the slight smile on John's lips nudged him to be honest. Somewhat.
"I…thank you. You do too. Look, um… Handsome I mean. Really. The suit was made for you. I'm glad that I chose it for you."
There was something hanging in the air between them now, a tension that hadn't been this strong since "The Kiss", and now their silence held something else for them. Sherlock became very intent on his cufflink and fiddled with it repeatedly. The minutes stretched and John watched Sherlock become further immersed and he made his decision.
He was out of his chair in a minute, and kneeling by Sherlock, and took his hands into his own. John's lungs burned as he took in the smell of Sherlock and watched as the younger mans lips parted.
That was all the invitation he needed.
John leaned forward and pressed his lips against Sherlock's and found himself being invited into the warmth of his mouth in moments. Hands found their way round the back of each others necks and Sherlock leaned into John more, trying to take in his very essence, trying to devour him and they kissed for minutes that stretched on eliciting moans from both men, until John pulled back a little and rested his forehead against Sherlock's cool one and tried to catch his breath.
"I've wanted to do that since the first kiss. I wasn't sure you wanted me, John."
John kissed Sherlock again, sweetly at first before tracing a light touch of lips across Sherlock's cheek and down to his neck, where he lay butterfly kisses along the pale column of skin.
"I've always wanted you. From almost that first day. I've been waiting for you to catch on." John drew back a little more to see a slight flush across Sherlock's alabaster skin. "We should be going, right? The case?"
"What? Oh… Well the case is actually us having dinner."
"A Date?" John stood and took a step back.
"Yes, a date. Us. Problem?" Sherlock asked carefully as he stood over John and marked that his skin had a slight flush along the neck, and he wondered how sensitive his earlobes would be. John smiled as though he had heard the thought.
"No. None at all. Let's go."