Hey everyone! This is just a little fic thats been in my head for a while now.
Sorry Ive been away for so long, I do plan on having new chapters up for Jenny for your Thoughts soon, thanks for all your support and to everyone who had waited patiently, read the sotry and put it on alert it really means a lot.
Thats enough from me now - hope you enjoy this.
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All of Scotland Yard knew of course, but because there had been nothing to show the romantic relationship between John and Sherlock aside from the blog post John had made some months ago confirming their relationship, the officers at the Yard no longer dwelled on it. Pools had ended for when their relationship would be revealed and everything was the same as it had been, except now suspicions had been confirmed.
The men never showed their relationship in front of everyone, no one had ever seen them even hold hands, and so when Lestrade walked into his office, tired and unhappy, during a particularly long and difficult case he was extremely surprised to see John perched on the edge of his desk, with Sherlock stood between his legs, and both men caught in a passionate embrace. Lestrade froze, panicked. He didn't want to intrude or make thing uncomfortable between them, seeing as Sherlock had been acting almost human since his relationship with John had begun, however this was his office and they were dealing with a very important case.
The decision of what to do was taken out of his hands when Sherlock withdrew his face from John's, glared over at Lestrade and said, "No one is to know you saw us, we like to keep our relationship private."
"Well to be fair mate, my office isn't exactly the most private place to go about snogging each other's faces off!" Lestrade replied.
"It is one of the few places in London where my actions are not constantly monitored by my brother; your intrusion is nothing in comparison to his all seeing eyes." Sherlock announced with such finality that Lestrade could only nod and look towards and reddening John with a raised eyebrow and a slight roll of his eyes.
Lestrade moved toward his desk, keeping his head down a little, whilst John hopped down and Sherlock adjusted his ruffled clothes.
Seamlessly, as thought the events of the past few minutes had not happened, Sherlock prompted for new information on the case and before long it was although the events of the day really had been forgotten.