Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.
Hey everyone! Thank you, as always, for your support and encouragement on the story and I've actually managed to write the next chapter within a few days! I hope you enjoy it.
**NOTE: THIS CHAPTER RATING IS AT LEAST A K+, IF NOT A BIT MORE. NOTHING EXPLICIT BUT SEX IS TALKED ABOUT/IMPLIED**
"Sherlock?" John called, gathering his keys and wallet. "Sherlock?"
The detective was nowhere to be seen and John walked down the hallway, peering into Sherlock's room.
"Sherlock," John said again with a sigh. The detective had taped himself to a chair in the middle of his room, his mouth gagged.
"I don't know what you're doing and I don't care," John said. "But I'm heading out."
Sherlock raised his eyebrow in expectation although he couldn't say anything. Just from looking at John, Sherlock knew he was going out on a date and had plans on spending the night with whatever this one's name was.
"Yes, alright," John muttered, his ears turning red. "Don't wait up."
John turned and left the flat but as he was descending the stairs, he heard Sherlock call,
"Don't get her pregnant, John! There will be no infants, toddlers, youth, or adolescents at Baker Street."
John rolled his eyes, wondering how Sherlock had managed to escape his gag so quickly.
"Shall we head out?" John asked Jenn, the candle between them flickering gently. Jenn smiled softly and nodded. John stood up and helped her into her coat, left a £5 note on the table, and escorted his date outside.
"Walk or taxi?" he asked her, zipping up his own coat.
"Walk," Jenn said. "It's a lovely evening."
John smiled, taking her delicate hand in his.
"It is. Shall we walk across Westminster Bridge?"
Again, Jenn nodded and they set off.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Jenn murmured once they had reached the South bank of the Thames and were looking at Parliament all lit up.
"It is," John answered, glancing at Jenn. "Just like you."
Jenn's smile grew and the faintest trace of a blush crept up her cheeks. John smiled, thinking it was adorable, and pulled her close for a gentle kiss. The moment would have been perfect if it hadn't been for John's mobile vibrating and he sighed as they pulled away.
"Sorry," he said. "Ignore that."
Jenn smiled, leaning closer for an encore kiss when the mobile vibrated again.
"You'd better check it," she said. "It could be important."
"I guarantee you it's not," John said, pulling out his mobile.
[received 20:34] Call immediately. SH.
[received 20:35] Immediately means now, John. SH.
John sighed.
"Can I have a minute?" he asked Jenn, who nodded.
"Of course. I'm just going to duck into the ladies' room."
She pointed to a public toilet a bit down the path and John nodded, dialling Sherlock's number.
"Oh, John, good. I'm glad you called - "
"What is so important?" John demanded. "You're ruining the atmosphere."
"You were kissing, that's hardly an atmosphere."
"Not the point, Sherlock. I am on a date and you do not need to be texting me over trivial things."
"How do you know it's trivial?"
"It's you at home and me on a date. It's always trivial when those are the circumstances."
"On the contrary, it's always important in this situation. You never answered me as you were leaving so I need to be sure you know that I will not tolerate a child at Baker Street, John. I've never had to tell you this but you seem quite interested in his woman."
John rolled his eyes.
"Are you serious? I'm not going to get her pregnant, Sherlock."
"Have you got protection?"
"We're not even at home, Sherlock."
"But you're going home with her."
"It's really none of your business."
"It is so. You're going to ruin your life if a baby is a product of tonight's festivities."
John saw Jenn coming back towards him.
"I will say this once and for all, Sherlock, so listen closely. I am not going to get her pregnant; for all I know, we may not even …" John's voice trailed off as Jenn came within hearing distance.
"Have sex? Honestly, John, you're a doctor. You shouldn't be ashamed to say the word sex."
"I'm not," John said into his phone. "I promise everything will be fine."
"You have no way of knowing that."
"Good-bye, Sherlock."
John ended the call before Sherlock could say anything else.
"Everything alright?" Jenn asked and John smiled, turning his mobile off.
"Yes, everything's fine. Do you fancy a spot of tea?"
Jenn's smile returned.
"At home, maybe … it's a bit cozier, don't you think?"
"Absolutely." John said, offering his arm for her. She looped hers through his and they set off walking again.
John and Jenn were cuddled in bed later that evening.
"Are you alright?" Jenn glanced up at John.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," John said, stifling a yawn but it escaped anyway.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm just tired." John said, snuggling down a bit more, pulling Jenn closer. "It's been a long day."
Jenn smiled.
"And a busy night ... why don't you close your eyes?"
"Are you going to sleep?"
"Yes," Jenn said. "You're not the only one who's tired."
John kissed Jenn's forehead, reaching for the lamp and switching it off.
"Sweet dreams," he murmured, already dozing off in the dark bedroom.
"Always," Jenn whispered back.
I know this is a bit different from what I normally write – both the bits about sex and the fluffy, OC romance – but it was important for the story. Hope it didn't disappoint!
Reviews are always welcome and appreciated =)