John and Sherlock were now an official couple.
At first, the Scotland Yarders had mocked them, laughed at them, tricked them, and just been cruel in general. But now they seemed to accept the fact that John loved Sherlock, and that Sherlock loved him right back. Just the odd little thing could show that: a quick kiss at a crime scene, a small but loving hug, holding hands when they were standing still, that sort of thing.
Donovan and Anderson were still horrible to Sherlock, naturally, but he always shot back with retorts that would've made his parents proud. John would try to stop the constant quarrelling between the three of them, and upon failure, he would join in, backing up Sherlock.
The hardest thing they had to do was telling John's parents. John was expecting fury, despair and outright shock, but they were enthusiastic, and seemed very pleased. Two homosexual children, and they couldn't be happier. John had laughed out loud when this thought shot through his head, and Sherlock had looked at him, confused. John had gripped his hand tightly, and chuckled into his shoulder. Sherlock still looked confused, but smiled all the same, and planted a kiss onto John's head.
The next hardest thing they had to do was telling Sherlock's parents. John already suspected that Mycroft was getting off with Lestrade, so this would be a shock to his parents. Another family with two homosexual children. Sherlock and John's families were more alike than John had thought. Sherlock just stood up straight as he told his parents, refusing to meet their eyes. John looked at them, and they looked downright dissapointed, and annoyed. John, naturally, got irritated, and demanded to know what their problem was. Sherlock hastily pulled John out of the house, and took him back to Baker Street.
They hadn't had sex yet. John wanted to wait. He wanted to really get to know Sherlock first. He wanted there to be an un-breakable bond, and then they would have sex.
After they told their parents, John decided it was time. After Sherlock took John back to Baker Street, John pounced on him, kissing and nibbling and biting and licking him. Sherlock seemed overwhelmed, but carried the enthusiastic John to their bedroom, and basically ravished the hell out of him.
That night was bloody amazing, John had told Sherlock, and they had a conversation about it, and somehow ended up in bed again. Sherlock seemed very pleased about all the sex, and intimacy, and refused to let John go anywhere without a quick snog. John, of course, obliged happily.
John felt he really knew Sherlock properly now, and he also knew that he loved him.
