Night Thoughts And Dreams – Chapter Three (Together)
The day couldn't have been more perfect if he's planned it himself, in advance and in
detail, John thought as he lay in bed with Sherlock's arms wrapped around him. They
had indeed spent the whole day in bed and it had been wonderful. He was sure that
Sherlock would have given up and been too hyper to stay in bed for more that a couple
of hours, which John would have been happy with, but no, Sherlock had been content
and relaxed for the entire day.
They had perused several newspapers, Sherlock reading aloud anything he thought
John would be interested in. He had an incredibly seductive voice when reading
aloud...it sent shivers along John's spine, which he knew Sherlock was aware
of because he'd paused and smiled before he'd carried on reading.
They'd had breakfast and lunch in bed. (both of which John had made, and which
was also more food than John had seen Sherlock eat in one day, since he'd
known him).
They'd watched TV (Sunday afternoon films and The Antiques Roadshow).
They'd talked about everything and anything, (but not cases or deductions, for a
change), and they'd definitely cuddled a lot, just as they were doing now.
Sherlock was tracing patterns along John's arm with his long pale fingers. It
was sending shivers throughout John's body. My God if just stroking his arm
was doing this to him, what would happen when/if Sherlock touched him on
other parts of his body.
"You have beautiful hands Sherlock" John said.
"They're just hands."
"They're beautiful, you're beautiful."
He felt Sherlock smile into his hair, and then pull him closer so that he could
whisper in his ear.
"Thank you John, I'm glad you think so. Personally I'm inclined to think that it's
you who is beautiful, not me."
He then took John's breath away, before he could answer, by kissing him slowly
but thoroughly along his jaw line to his mouth and then capturing that mouth in
a kiss of such mind blowing intensity John thought he might just possibly pass out.
They pulled apart both slightly dazed and gazed at each other for several seconds
before Sherlock blinked and finally asked.
"Nice?"
"Hmmm." Was all John could manage to reply.
"Another?"
"Oh God Yes!" John gasped and just caught the brief flash of a very predatory smile
as Sherlock leaned in and crashed their lips together once more.
John's mind went totally blank as he and Sherlock kissed, so he just gave himself
over to the sensations he was feeling instead, and God it felt so good. He'd been
wanting this to happen all day, wanting it longer than that actually, but never really
expected it to. Sherlock said he loved him, and John believed him, but in Sherlock's
world who knew what that meant.
The kiss deepened as Sherlock tilted his head and thrust his tongue forward to lick
ridiculously slowly across John's lips, before pushing forward to gain full access to
his mouth, which John gave willingly. Sherlock's tongue darted inside and took
possession, wrapping around John's tongue and sucking, gently at first but then with
more force as a low moan rose from deep inside him. With a final swipe of his
tongue Sherlock pulled away from John, who whimpered at the loss, before Sherlock
attached his mouth to the area behind John's ear and then continued a line of open
mouthed kisses down to John's collar bone leaving a trail that burned deliciously in
its wake. As Sherlock reached his friends collar bone he bit hard and then sucked even
harder, making John gasp.
"Oh God Sherlock, what are you trying to do to me."
John felt his friend smile against his neck before he turned slightly to look up
at him and say.
"Really John I would have thought that it was blatantly obvious, even to you. But.."
he added with a smirk "...I can stop it you want me to."
"Don't you bloody dare!"
Sherlock laughed, and it was a deep throated sound that John had never heard from
him before.
"So...what...do...you...want...me...to...do?" Sherlock asked punctuating each word with
a feather light kiss to John's mouth.
"Oh you can do whatever you want to Sherlock . Just stop bloody talking and get
on with it."
That deep throated laugh sounded again as Sherlock re-attached himself to John's
mouth at the same time as pushing him down onto the bed and running his hands
across his chest.