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John stood slowly, cradling Amy protectively as he walked back to their bedroom. He set the infant down in the bed gently and left the room leaving the door cracked open, moving to turn on the monitor in the living room so they would hear Amy if she started to cry. "Never made out like a teenager?" John looked at Sherlock proudly. He straddled Sherlock's hips and gently met his lips, pulling away teasingly. "It is great fun." Another kiss, his tongue running along Sherlock's bottom lip. He lifted his left hand to rest on the back of his fiancé's neck, deepening the kiss as he gently pushed at Sherlock's torso to lean back and relax against the couch.
Adding the twists and spins while dancing hadn't been a very good idea. Sherlock ignored the pain in his chest and smiled when John came back. His arms wrapped around his fiancé's waist, when the other man straddled him. He let John control the kiss, following and matching the movements of his partner. This was a good distraction from the aches in his upper body.
Even when John was in control he was shocked by how Sherlock managed to turn him straight to mush. He nipped at Sherlock's bottom lip and shoved at Sherlock's tongue, pressing his mouth harder against the other man's. After a few moments he pulled away slowly, opening his eyes slowly and taking a deep breath. "And at some point," his hand ran down Sherlock's chest slowly, "we start palming each other through our pants and moaning." He gave Sherlock a slow kiss and stopped his hand on his fiancé's lower stomach, right above the waistband of his pants.
A good distraction indeed. Sherlock was rather enjoying this. "What if I don't want to stop after that?" He smirked, as his fingers trailed down John's back and then ran along inside the waistband of the other man's pants teasingly. He squirmed his lower torso into his fiancé's for added effect. He couldn't help himself. John was practically irresistible to him, especially when his fiancé was straddling him like this.
John swallowed hard and lifted slightly with Sherlock's movement. "We probably will," he whispered against Sherlock's lips, running his tongue along them before pulling back and pressing back into Sherlock's hand. "You still have to teach me how to dance, remember?" He pressed his hand against his partner's stomach and gently rocked his hips forward. "And I am supposed to be getting better for our honeymoon." He kissed Sherlock slowly now, running his tongue along Sherlock's mouth. Just the sound of them kissing was enough to make him moan softly.
Sherlock continued to allow John to control the kiss, not minding how slow it was. In fact, recently he had discovered he quite liked the slower pace. His fiancé had a point. The other man needed to get better. "Maybe I'll just reposition so you are laying down on the couch and I will suck you off. That way, you don't have to do anything." He continued to writhe into the body above him with a whimper of desire.
"I thought we were just making out," John muttered with a small moan. If Sherlock kept up like that below him they were going to start doing something they wouldn't be able to stop. Even if the proposition did sound nice he wasn't sure he wanted to only because he was fairly sure he wouldn't be able to return the favor. "Are you sure? Don't want to have you do all the work." He sucked at Sherlock's bottom lip and grinned.
"Making out is good, we can do that for awhile. I'm just not sure I can stop there, not that I want to." Sherlock matched his fiancé's grin. "See what you have done to me, my dear doctor? Turned me into some kind of crazed sex addict. Of course, I don't mind. It just means you will owe me on the honeymoon. And by that I mean, I get to do whatever I want with you." The grin twisted into a smirk and he resumed the kissing, hands sliding a little further down John's pants.
John rocked back into Sherlock's hands and closed his eyes. "Christ, Sherlock." He quickly moved his hand to the back of his fiancé's neck and tugged, shifting to the side to pull Sherlock with him. He met the other man's mouth passionately, huffing out a breath and lifting his hips. That was good. Now they couldn't stop.
Sherlock followed John eagerly. After awhile of exploring his fiancé's mouth, he broke the kiss and began to suck on the other man's neck, then jaw and then moved onto his favorite place to nibble and suck, the ear. He let his fingers trail along his partner's thighs in light, teasing strokes. His lower torso leaned into John's excitedly.
John was panting now, glancing down to watch Sherlock's hand with a small moan. Being around Sherlock, the fact that they were getting married in two days, made the entire situation even better. He pressed up into Sherlock's hips as his left hand combed through Sherlock's hair. His legs spread apart farther for his fiancé, desperate for any sort of contact he could get. At this point, despite the scars that marred his torso, he was glad he had forgone putting a shirt on when he had changed into the loose pair of pajama pants. He tilted his head slightly, gasping slightly when his ear tugged in Sherlock's mouth, to nip at Sherlock's ear as his hips lifted again.
"Are you okay?" Sherlock whispered into John's ear. "Just relax. Take it all in." He moved his lips to his fiancé's and gave it a quick kiss, biting the bottom lip before pulling away. He began kissing down his partner's body, hands coming out of the pants so he could pull them off easier. The kisses started at the 'V' in John's neck and then slowly worked his way down.
John only managed to nod, closing his eyes and arching his neck to give Sherlock better access. He let his eyes close as he followed Sherlock's mouth by touch. How did he get so lucky? Here he was with his fiancé, on top of him and just as eager as him. "Jesus," he whispered, his fingers tightening in Sherlock's hair involuntarily. It was perfect because he had needed to relax except this wasn't really what he'd had in mind. Kissing was his main intention and now here he was, on his back and spread out for Sherlock. He felt Sherlock's hand leave his pants and whimpered at the loss, lifting his right hand and ignoring the pain as he scratched at Sherlock's side through his shirt.
Sherlock growled from the scratching, even if there was shirt in the way to prevent the full effect of feeling the nails digging into his skin. Usually, he would take the time tease John but his fiancé was still trying to recuperate. He pulled down the pants, one hand caressing the base of the cock, pumping it up and down with a slow but steady rhythm. The other hand found the couch and he gripped it to help keep him steady. Once his lips reached John's penis he took it in his mouth and sucked on in time with the motion of his hand.
John let out a small shout, lifting his hips slightly but relaxing when he realized that fucking Sherlock's mouth probably wouldn't be the most productive thing right now. He felt his stomach tense and he pressed slightly on the back of Sherlock's head. "God, yes." He scratched at his partner's shoulder without a second thought, hissing at the pain that shot through his shoulder. Sherlock's mouth should be illegal. The man was obscenely good at giving blow jobs. "Perfect. Your mouth is perfect." His hips lifted again.
Sherlock growled again, his body squirming this time as the scratching continued. Scratching had always been one of his turn-on's, no matter where on the body. He smirked at John's words. If his mouth hadn't been full, he would have made a cocky come back. Literally and figuratively. He smirked again, this time at his own witty thoughts. He continued to bob the cock in and out, his hand still stroking the part his mouth couldn't quite reach.
While John was typically a proud man, one with stamina in situations such as these, he was weak and knew it. "Sherl-" His back arched off the couch and he groaned as he came, pulling Sherlock's hair without thinking about it. Illegal. Definitely illegal. "Oh, God." He went limp against the couch as his hand slid from his fiancé's hair, slapping against his own thigh. "Y-You now," he whispered, looking at Sherlock for a moment but making no indication that he was going to move. "Get your cock up here." He managed a lazy smirk. He would at least try.
Sherlock swallowed easily and then removed his mouth from penis. He shook his head. "I am fine. Don't want you to strain yourself any more than you already have." It was a very tempting offer though; the erection that bulged in his pants was evidence of that. So as not put too much pressure on John, he squeezed his lanky form onto the edge of the couch and set his head on his fiancé's good shoulder. He managed not to squirm, despite his desire.
John looked at Sherlock with a small frown. He wanted to help his fiancé, he felt his erection against his side. "I love you. And owe you." He placed a soft kiss on the top of Sherlock's head, reaching down with his bad arm to pull his pants up. "Should be a good honeymoon for you." He shifted slightly and hissed a bit at the pain. "I'm excited to see you in a tux."
"Here, let me get it. Stop using your bad arm," Sherlock admonished lightly. He sat up slightly and helped pull John's pants back up. "Wearing a tuxedo doesn't bother me, but having to wear a damn tie does," he grumbled. The thought still annoyed him. He had only agreed just to keep his mother happy. In fact, he had agreed to a lot of things in regards to the wedding just to make her happy. He snuggled back into John. "Tomorrow I will show you how to dance. We should probably take it easy the rest of the day."
John snorted slightly and glanced at Sherlock with a raised brow. "You are going to look fine. Just imagine me ripping it off that night," he said softly as his fingers carded through his fiancé's hair. Learning to dance sounded daunting. "I'm going to step on your feet tomorrow." He closed his eyes and sighed. So much was going into this wedding.
Sherlock's eyes closed from the feeling of the fingers in his hair. "I am imagining a whole lot more than that." He smirked and tilted his head up to kiss John on the cheek. "You will do fine and if you don't, we will just keep doing it over and over again until you get it right." He smirked again, a hand coming to rest lightly on his fiancé's stomach.
"I know you are imagining more." John laughed softly and tugged Sherlock closer with his good arm. It sounded like tomorrow was going to be a long day. "I' am going to make us look like idiots, Sherlock. I literally have two left feet. I can't... I can't dance at all. This is making me nervous." He looked at the hand rested on his stomach and smiled. "Sherlock Holmes. My husband."
"You worry too much," Sherlock mumbled sleepily. He hadn't slept since shagging John in the hospital. He had been too worried and busy trying to take care of his fiance. This was comfortable. Everything was calm and relaxed. Safe. They were finally safe. "Tired," he muttered, his head burying deeper into his fiancé's shoulder. "Love you," he whispered before finally falling asleep.
John let Sherlock fall asleep and watched him for a long moment, studying his face with a weak smile. It was then that he realized how tired he was as well. He grabbed the baby monitor, turned it up, and set it on his stomach. "Love you." He placed a kiss on Sherlock's head and fell asleep.
Sherlock slept the rest of the day away and didn't awaken until morning the next day, due to the lack of sleep and the abuse his body had taken recently. Maybe John had slept too. He shifted carefully and lightly, just in case. If his fiancé had finally managed to slumber, he didn't want to disrupt the other man. Tea sounded like a fantastic idea. He hadn't had tea since sometime before he left London to go see John at the hospital after the first kidnapping.
Movement. John groaned and scrunched his face, turning slightly. "Sherlock?" He asked sleepily, his arm tightening around his fiancé. He had fallen asleep and rather enjoyed the slumber but now he was awake, slightly confused. The baby monitor slipped slightly from his stomach and against Sherlock. "Asleep. Go to sleep."
Sherlock cringed, he had woken John up. "Ssshhh, go back to sleep my dear doctor." He took the baby monitor and got up off the couch, ignoring the minor chest pain. "Just going to check on little Sandi." That hadn't been his initial plan, but he wanted to his fiancé to sleep as long as possible. He walked into their bedroom, turning off the receiver. All three most have needed the sleep because Amy was still sleeping as well.
John watched Sherlock for a long moment and shifted to find a new position. "'Kay, gonna sleep." He closed his eyes slowly and fell asleep almost instantly.
Amy shifted slightly when the door to the bedroom opened. She let out a small cry and kicked her feet slightly, stretching her little body and letting out a second one.
"Hey Baby Girl, I'm right here." Sherlock picked up little Sandi gently. "I heard you missed me while I was gone." He smiled, shifting her so she would rest comfortably in his arms. "That sounded like a hungry cry to me. Am I right?" He checked the diaper as he made his way to the living room. "We need to be quiet, Dad is sleeping," he whispered to Amy.
Amy quieted slightly in Sherlock's arms, looking at him blankly before letting out a small whimper. Her face scrunched slightly and she unclenched and clenched the fingers on her left hand. She wiggled slightly and pushed her feet against Sherlock's forearm with a whimper.
"Hey, easy there Baby Girl," Sherlock said as he entered the kitchen. He got a bottle ready and warmed up the milk. He offered little Sandi the bottle, once it was ready. He took a seat at the kitchen table. A fuzzy paw batted at his leg. Hamish? Where had that feline been this whole time? Probably in hiding, since the cat didn't get along with Mycroft or Lestrade. Hamish padded over to the refrigerator and did circles by it. "The baby first. Then you," he told the cat.
Amy latched on to the bottle and started eating loudly, lifting a shaky hand to rest on the bottle.
"Really hungry?" John walked slowly into the kitchen and fell into a chair unceremoniously. Coffee. Anything warm. "Tea?" He asked softly, rubbing at his eye with the back if his hand and yawning. He smirked at a particularly loud swallow from Amy.
"You should be sleeping," Sherlock told John with a slight shake of his head. He glanced down at little Sandi. "We woke up Dad. At least he isn't grumpy like Uncle Mycroft is." He glanced up his fiance with a smirk. "Yes, that would be wonderful. Maybe feed Hamish?" He tilted his head at the cat on the floor that was staring at him.
Feed Hamish? John raised a brow curiously as he stood, ignoring Sherlock's comment about sleeping and grabbed the kettle. "Been able to determine what each cry means, then?" He placed it on the stove and turned it on, grabbing two mugs and setting them on the counter. "Alright, Hamish." He moved to the fridge and opened it, grabbing the slice ham and crouching slowly. "Here you go." He held out a slice.
Amy looked up at Sherlock curiously and continued to loudly suck at the bottle, pressing her feet into his forearm and stretching out slightly.
"I think so," Sherlock replied with smile and a nod. He watched John try and feed Hamish. The cat stared at the hand holding food for a long moment before snatching it and running away to eat it. Once the feline was done eating, it trotted back to the fridge and meowed loudly. Its yellow eyes stared up at John expectantly. "See? I think he is starting to warm up to you," Sherlock said with a smirk.
"Guess so." John smirked and grabbed another piece of ham, holding it out and glancing at his fiancé. "Thanks," he muttered with a blush, "For earlier, I mean. It was nice." He stood slowly and put the ham back in the fridge, moving toward the whistling kettle. "I'll get your tea." He poured it, putting sugar in one cup and cream in the other. "Sugar only, you picky git." He placed a kiss on Sherlock's temple and gently tickled Amy's stomach as she ate. "Any ideas for dinner?" He asked as he fell into his chair and took a sip of his tea.
Hamish grabbed the food and gobbled it as he ran over to Sherlock's feet. The cat plopped down on them, licking its whiskers clean.
Sherlock smirked. "You needed to relax a little. Even got you to sleep." He thanked John for the cup of tea and then shrugged. "Maybe take away from the Chinese place?" He wasn't terribly hungry but he would eat something to appease his fiance. "Did you still want to see the office or do that after things have calmed down?"
John looked at Sherlock over his mug with a placid smirk before shrugging his good shoulder. "I wouldn't mind some Chinese," he muttered absently as he kept his eyes locked on his daughter. "We can go after you finish feeding her," he offered as he set his mug down and folded his arms on the table. "Go and see your new work space and then come back and have dinner." He reached across the table and smiled, running his fingers lightly down Sherlock's forearm. "Get to sleep in our bed tonight, Sherlock. With you."
Sherlock nodded. It all sounded good to him. The office. Work. God, he couldn't wait to get back to solving cases again. He missed doing it. Would John still want to run around all of London with him, now that they had daughter? Would John get upset if he worked late on cases and maybe not come home for days? Would he be able to balance his old life style with his new one? He frowned at his thoughts, the excitement gone just as quickly as it had come. He couldn't give up what he did, loved. However, he couldn't imagine giving up what he had now either. He stared down a little Sandi thoughtfully, as he tried to figure out how to balance work and family. He blinked when his fiancé's touch finally registered and he lifted his gaze to look at John. He gave a small smile. "Yes, that will be good."
"Where did you just run off to?" John asked thoughtfully, retracting his hand to grab the warm mug in front of him. It was obvious when Sherlock would get caught up in his thoughts. The other man couldn't hide much from him anymore. "Would it help to say I have a surprise for you?" He grinned and reached behind him at grab a folder off of the kitchen counter. "Talked to Lestrade a bit over text. We decided it was time to get you back to doing things you loved." He slid the folder across the table and glanced up at his fiancé. "Two murders. Love you." He stood and emptied his mug, nodding toward Amy. "I'll change her to get ready to go."
Sherlock shrugged. "I was just thinking about some things." He raised a brow. "When I am going to have time? We are getting married tomorrow." He passed off little Sandi to John and took to the folder anyway. He sighed and stared at the contents briefly. He picked up the cup of tea, sipping it as he continued to leaf through the information.
It took John some time but he eventually reentered the kitchen. Amy was in a new outfit and laying calmly in his arms. He had managed to put on a pair of jeans that were lose on his hips and a plaid shirt that was snug around his chest and shoulders. "I think I need to go buy new clothes," he muttered as he walked past Sherlock. "You can look over that tonight while we are in bed. I will probably be reading something. That's what married couples do." He bent and placed a kiss on Sherlock's temple. "C'mon, let's go."
"No need. I already figured it out." Sherlock smirked, and threw the folder on the table. He shrugged and finished drinking the cup of tea. He sent a text to Lestrade and got up out of the chair. "I'm ready when you are." He grabbed his coat, scarf and then the baby bag. He slung the bag over his shoulder and opened the door for his fiancé.