At those words John moaned instinctively causing everything else in his mind to disappear completely as his world was flooded with pure Sherlock. Their lips crashed together with John still being held against the wall and their tongues fought for dominance; a battle which John always seemed to lose though he would be lying if he said it bothered him.

Both men felt the familiar restrictedness of jeans and fitted suit trousers. Feeling John's hardness against his thigh, Sherlock lowered his right hand from where it was griping the back of John's crew cut and forcefully rubbed between his thighs.

As Sherlock had guessed, John's closed eyes rolled backwards into his head as his mouth erupted with a soft moan "Sherlooooooock more". He stopped rubbing and began undoing John's belt whilst still bruisingly kissing as John's hands around his waist began to tighten.

The belt clanged on the floor and Sherlock's hand moved to open John's fly when they both heard a soft thud. John's eyes instantly flew open and he pushed Sherlock away from him seeing that Zara had somehow removed her shoe, propelling it onto the coffee table.

"God Sherlock there's a damn baby in the flat"

"you didn't seem to mind until 3 seconds ago" Sherlock looked down at the obvious tenting in John's jeans.

"Well it's a natural reaction and I swear you hypnotise me every time we kiss. It's not appropriate to be doing that stuff in front of an infant, it can leave them mentally scarred"

"I very much doubt that John since it will hardly remember..."

"She"

"She will hardly remember and there is little evidence that she will grow up scarred." Sherlock moved towards John, who was now standing next to his chair, only to have him take an equal step back.

Seeing the momentary? Flash of pain in Sherlock's eyes before they went back to their usual grey, devoid of emotion John quickly said "I'm not rejecting you Sherlock I am simply saying not now. I have a responsibility to this child and she needs feeding."

John moved into the kitchen to switch on the kettle only to be followed by Sherlock who wrapped his arms around John's waist whispering "I want you in my bed naked and sweating, staring up at me whilst I pound into you until all you know is me"

Sherlock knew that his voice was rolling through John, making his body hum so he continued after nibbling carefully on his earlobe. "I'm going to ride you out till every last drop of cum has left your body, for me and always just for me, and then I am going to..."

Although his body was screaming 'NO!' John unravelled Sherlock's arms and moved away from the erection that was pressed against his hip to set about sterilising the bottles.

Never one to admit defeat, Sherlock ran countless theories through his head as to how to get John to sleep with him. He decided that if John wouldn't succumb to his advances then he would have to get John to come to him. And then because of him. This thought caused the left side of his mouth to twitch upwards gaining him a raised eyebrow from John who was trying to work out his next plot to get him to drop his pants.

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Sherlock got a shower as John fed Zara, whose erection had thankfully faltered with the prospect of feeding a baby which would undoubtedly throw up all over him soon.

The bathroom door opened and a still wet Sherlock strode out of it wearing the smallest of hand towels loosely around his waist. The world for John seemed to slow down like in those cheesy American chic-flicks as Sherlock shook his drenched hair propelling droplets into the kitchen and then ran his hands through it with his mouth slightly ajar. This showed off all of his glistening, softly-toned chest muscles instantly drawing in John's eyes refusing to let him turn away despite John's best efforts. Admittedly though he wasn't trying very hard and as he watched a bead of water roll down Sherlock's chest just inches away from the rim of the towel, John couldn't remember why he wasn't straddling the taller man in the first place.

He was abruptly reminded by the baby throwing up on both his jumper and jeans. "Fuck!" John jumped up and ran to the kitchen with Zara, who was now giggling, on his hip to mop himself up with kitchen roll.

"So it's ok to swear in front of an infant but not kiss?" Sherlock's eyebrows rose, stumped as he always was by social normalities.

"It's not ok but it slipped out. And yes we can kiss in front on Zara but kissing wasn't just what you were planning"

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"John. John. She's asleep. Get up off the sofa."

John awoke from where he was sprawled against his right arm with Sherlock dragging him off the sofa and was pulled into a passionate kiss. Sherlock's tongue invaded his mouth exploring whilst John took control in leading him the nearest bedroom. John's hands quickly moved to unbutton Sherlock's shirt, only stopping to remove his jumper.

When shirtless, Sherlock pushed John onto the bed and laid on top on him without breaking the kiss. Both moved their hands to scrabble with belts till both were naked on the bed.

Sherlock moved slightly down to pepper John's chest with kisses speaking a few works between each "John you're going to have to be careful. No matter how amazing this sex is going to be you have to be quiet. I didn't stop being celibate after all those years to go back now..."

"Sherlock shut up." John flipped him on to his back and started kissing and gently biting Sherlock's nipples, causing him to catch a moan before it escaped his lips.

Sherlock rolled over to be back on top "Not tonight, I need to be inside you." and reached down for the lube in the bottom drawer. Moving a pillow under John's hips, he coated his fingers in it and gently pushed a finger into his opening. Sherlock kissed him before he could make a noise and inserted another finger as John lightly grazed his finger nails down his back.

He removed his fingers and pushed into John causing him to throw his head back against the pillow and bite his lip.

Zara chose that moment to wail and Sherlock collapsed in defeat before moving off John so he could go to Zara wearing Sherlock's battered dressing gown. Sherlock, lying alone naked on his bed, knew he had to get rid of that baby.