Hello Readers! Welcome to my story, fair warning bit of smut never hurt ;) Rated M because I'm not entirely sure. R&R if you want to, if you don't don't. Hope you like Italic stuff is Johns thoughts btw.

John's P.O.V

"Listen John I know you're mad at me but we have a new case! Triple murder, all exactly the same! Are you coming?"

So that you can just insult and ignore me as always? No.

"Nope."

"What?"

Sherlock stopped tying his scarf and stared blankly at me.

"I said no Sherlock."

"No?" It's like he's never been told no before.

"No."

"Why not?" Bastard you know why not.

"I'm getting sick of following you to crime scenes just so you can ignore me more than usual. I don't want to be following you around forever Sherlock but I don't really have a choice because you're too busy observing to see that I care about you! You're just too busy in your own damn world to notice me at all so what's the point?"

I can't believe I just said that.

Chest heaving I pushed past Sherlock and ran up the stairs to my room like a teenager. Locking the door so he couldn't get in I collapsed on my bed with my head in my hands until Sherlock banged on the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Normal P.O.V ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sherlock knocked on John's door so hard that it shook.

"Let me in John! We need to talk!"

"There's nothing to talk about! Just go do the case!"

"Why the bloody hell did you lock the door?!"

"To keep you out Sherlock! Leave me alone and go help Lestrade!"

"For Gods sake John!"

For a few moments there was silence and John thought Sherlock had left until there was a tiny click and he burst into the room. Furious John stood up and faced Sherlock.

"Get out Sherlock! Just get out!"

Ignoring this, Sherlock walked towards him. Putting his hands on either side of John's face Sherlock kissed him forcefully. Not even thinking to pull away John returned the kiss, slipping in his tongue for good measure. Groaning Sherlock pushed John down onto the bed. Panting, Sherlock lay on top of John so he couldn't move and murmured n his partner's ear.

"I can't ignore you John. Even when you're not here I see you. At night I dram of you. The things you say make me want you. I'm tired of dreaming John. I want you, I need to have you. I need to have you right now John."

Finding his voice john faintly replied. "Yes. Oh God Sherlock. Have me."

Grinning now, Sherlock pulled off John's jumper and began touching, nipping and tasting his flesh. Flipping their positions john unbuttoned Sherlock's shirt. Teasing him, John created a line of kisses along his jaw. He didn't miss the sharp intake of breath as he stroked Sherlock's neck.

"Did I discover a weak spot Mr Holmes? Is this why you wear the scarf?"

"No." Sherlock's reply was faint but obviously not true.

"Liar."

With a wicked smile John bit into his soon-to-be lover's neck. It felt so good Sherlock nearly screamed.

"Oh God John, again. Bite harder."

Obliging to his partner John bit down harder onto his neck. Hearing Sherlock's groan he felt his erection throb against his own. Panting he pulled apart.

"We don't have to go any farther if you don't want to Sherl."

"What on earth makes you think I don't want to?"

Grinning like a hatter Sherlock slipped his hand into John's pants, realising his groan.