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John was finally glad it was the weekend, he'd been busy working all week, and Sherlock had kept him busy with the most recent case, for what felt like every second he wasn't working. John loved Sherlock but sometimes, everything could be a bit to much. So now all the good doctor wanted to do, was to fall on to the sofa with a cup of tea, Sherlock in his arms and watch crappy TV all night. Of course, with Sherlock, it was rare to get an evening like this, and John had an nagging feeling that the worlds only consulting detective was up to something. Even without Sherlock's skills in deduction he had seen something in the mans eye that morning before he left for work.
John walked in to the flat, half expecting to see Sherlock standing at the top of the stairs like a little puppy waiting for his owner to return home, but there was no one there.
"Hello?" The doctor called as he made his way through the living room to the kitchen, there was no answer, and no sign of the detective. John sighed, and put the kettle on. It wasn't as if it was unusal for Sherlock to be out, but most of the time he'd text John and let him know, but today he'd revieved no such text. He evem checked his phone again to make sure. He was just about to leave the kitchen when he noticed a piece of paper. Picking it up he read what it said,
Found if eventually, let me guess you've already almost made your tea before you realised this was here? I sometimes wonder why I bother... guess it's cause it's you.
Anyway, I thought it was time for another exprement, so I have booked us a table for dinner, but theres a few things you must do before you get there.
I will be there to meet you, and be ready my 7:30, the car will be there by 7:35. Tables booked for 8.
I have left you clothes to wear.
-SH
"What the hell Sherlock?" John couldn't help but say out loud. He read the note again, making sure he understood everything he's lover was telling him... right, so what do I have to do before then Sherlock? You're not making things very clear he thought, then an idea hit him, the note had said that Sherlock had got his clothes ready for him... making his way to their room, he looked around and sure enough there was a suit hanging up on his wardore door, not a suit he'd seen before though, and again it had another note attached to it.
Well, at least you finally understood... but I think I'm making this too easy for you.
Mycroft will be round shortly. He'll explain everything.
-SH
John couldn't believe what he was reading, he felt like his was a small kid on easter doing a teasure hunt, he couldn't believe Sherlock sometimes, the man was so unlike any other he knew, but he knew that's why he loved him so much. And he was glad that the news about his... condiditon, hadn't changed his and Sherlock's relationship, if anything in John's eyes the relationship between the two was now stronger then ever. And John felt he must be the luckiest man in the world, to be able to have someone as amazing as the great Sherlock Homles himself. But after mulling over how lucky he was, John remember the note in his hand, and that Mycroft was going to be coming. Quickly, he put the kettle back on and made an extra cup of tea, he was just placing it down on the table in the living room, when the older Holmes appreared at the door.
John looked up at him, and jumped slightly.
"Mycroft" he greeted with a slight smile. Over the past few months, the two had became friendly in a sense.
"Doctor" He greeted with much the same smile. "I see you have found this notes my little brother has been leaving you?" John looked down at the two pieces of paper next to the tea cups.
"Yes, I have" He said, then looking at Mycroft, saw that he was smiling brightly how strange... John thought, he'd never see a true and honest smile out of the man.
"Well, in the case you know why I'm here, I am here to tell you whats mostly going on, but even though my brother said I am going to tell you everything... I most certnally am not. Just going to give you the basic explantaion.
My brother called me a few guys ago, to ensure I got you both a table at this place, it was very hard to do! The place I am talking about you normally have to book 6months in advance. But, yes I managed it. He also instructed me to get you a new suit, which I did. And now, you are going to a male salon to make sure you look the part."
John's eyes widened in shock, he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"And, why is he doing all this?" John couldn't keep the shock out of his voice,
"My dear fellow, I have no idea, I have told you all I have been told myself, hence the not being able to tell you everything." Still, John couldn't believe what he was hearing, he had never thought Sherlock had it in him to go through so much effort, but then again from what Mycroft was saying, the work was mainly his part. Typical Sherlock.
It wasn't long before John had been whipped away to some rich looking male salon, where he had been sat down and offered drinks he never thought a hair styling shop should offer. It was the strangest experence John had ever had. He had people fussing about, pulling and tugging at his hair, and almost an hour later he was let out, with a list of instructions to keep his hair as nice as possible for as long as possible. As well as many thoughts about killing Sherlock next time he saw him running through his head.
John was continplating whether he should walk or get a cab back to the flat. He looked at his watch, it read 6:00, cab he decided. The doctor was just about to haul a cab, when a black mercedes benz c63 with black tinted windows, it didn't suprise John though, the front window was rolled down slightly to revel nothing more then the drivers eyes.
"Doctor John Watson?" a voice said, John simply nodded before he got in the back seat of the car. The journy was short, and soon John was standing outside a very expensive and fancy looking hotel, and there, was Mycroft again.
"Ok, I lied... I know more then I let on." He said with a sly smile playing on his lips. John smiled, he'd had an idea the older Holmes wasn't letting him in on everything.
John was lead through the hotel, past the check in desk and in to a lift. He had no idea where he was going, but was starting to see how much effort Sherlock really had gone through to set all this up, even if he had left a lot of it down to his older brother to sort out.
When the doors to the lift opened, John went to walk out, but Mycroft stayed still, confused John stopped dead. Looking back at him.
"This is where I leave you John. You'll know you're room when you see it, goodnight." and with that, the lift doors closed again, ans John was left standing alone in a very luxurious corridor, with rooms leading off in almost all directions. Sighing he again checked the time 6:30, he had an hour before he had to be ready, and was sure that the car would be picking him up from the hotel, at least thats what he'd hoped.
It took John almost 15minutes to find the room, and it was only noticable because of another note that had been left on the door.
Just shy of fifteen minutes John, that's not good Doctor.
The car will be here for you at 7:30, remember you have to get ready quickly.
I can't wait to see you!
You'd better be ready for a night to remember Doctor John Watson.
-SH
John smiled, and took the key that had been stuck to the back of the paper, and opened the door. The doctor couldn't believe his eyes, The room was huge, it looked even bigger then the flat he and Sherlock shared.
It was now 6:45, and John knew he didn't have the time to explore the room... but he had an idea that him and Sherlock would be back here again before long. And then John would explore every inch of Sherlock as well as every inch of the suite. John found the suit he was to wear on the bed, so he deicded to shower before getting ready, it was 7:15 by the time he came out of the shower, it had been amazing. Jets of water covering every tiny bit of his skin, and he felt the dirt, and tension washed away, this gave John fifteen minutes to get around and have a quick look around the suite.
The doctor emerged from the hotel just as the car that was meant to be collecting pulled up, He climbed in, and was taken away before he could even gather his thoughts, and it wasn't until about half way through the journy that the doctor realised he had no idea where he was heading, or anything of the sort. sighing he look out the car window, looks like Mycroft is rubbing off on him, taking me places and not explaining anything to me. John thought, but the ride to the place he and Sherlock were to be eating was nice, the views of London where actually rather amazing. Everything was so beautiful at dusk. With the pale day light slowly fading away, as it was being replaced with darkess.
He arrived at the resturant at 7:55. And was again given another note by the driver. He opened it and read what Sherlock had to say this time.
I'm glad you made it on my. You have a nasty habbit of being late.
I hope you like the restaurant, I thought it was quiet beautiful.
Come inside, they'll know who you are.
-SH
John smiled, he would soon be with Sherlock, thank god. He'd had a stressful day and now he just wanted to see his lover, his friend, his Sherlock.
Walking in to the restaurant, John was almost immdetly greeted my a waiter
"Doctor Watson?" John nodded, the waiter was young, possibly in his early twenties, short, but not a bad looking guy. He showed the doctor to a table, and then left, leaving John sitting alone and confused. Where the hell is Sherlock? He thought. His mind racing, John needed to see him, something inside him was burning for his touch... but then almost as if reading John's mind, a hand was placed on my shoulder, and he knew without looking. He would always know when it was Sherlock. Always. John smiled and kissed the hand.
"Good evening John." He said. His voice made me melt, I loved him.
"Good evening Sherlock" John replied, a small quiver of desier hidden in his voice. He hadn't felt those loving hands on his body in over a week, since the start of our latest case. He was feeling a need, a need so strong he could hardly explain it.
"I hope you liked the evening so far" Sherlock said, now coming to sit in front of John, and John couldn't help but smile at his lover.
"Not at first" He admitted. "I was tired and just wanted to sit cuddled up with you, but the effort. I never thought you had it in you Sherlock. But, that's why I love you. You can always suprise me."
"Oh! The evenings not over yet Doctor." Was all Sherlock would say at the moment. John raised an eyebrow at him, before Sherlock leaned over the table and placed a kiss on the doctors tender lips. "I love you." he said, meeting Johns eyes.
"I love you too."
The evening went on from their, the pair ate and drunk, they talked and laughed for what seemed like forever. After they had eaten, both John and Sherlock where tired, they had, had a busy week dealing with a case that Sherlock had managed to finish today while John was at work. It was the wife's sister who'd killed the husband, after he refused to take up her offer on sleeping with her. John found it amazing how Sherlock worked, he loved watching him, he every movment, they way he spoke, it all gave John a feeling inside that he could not explain. But he was always happy, always with His Sherlock. Always loving and always being loved.
The pair where in a cab on the way back to the hotel, when John suddenly realised they weren't going back to the flat.
"Err, Sherlock?" He asked.
"Yes love?"
"Why are we staying in a hotel tonight?" Sherlock smiled, a sly, sly smile and one John knew so well, he had an idea, a very bad and naughty idea.
"Because my dear Watson, if all goes to plan. Then I expect to be, as some say 'fucking you shitless' and I doubt Mrs Hudson would want to hear, or walk in." John couldn't help blushing as he heard Sherlock talk.
"What do you mean, 'if all goes to plan'?" He asked, again confused.
"Oh John, you are confused so easily, and I won't explain that to you yet, you will just have to wait and see."
For the rest of the ride back to the hotel, they sat in silence, a nice silence. One where you can reflect and not feel awkward or out of place. And once they reached the hotel, Sherlock dragged John out of the cab and up to their suite, before John even had a chance to pay the fair.
"Mycroft" was all Sherlock said, as he pushed John in to the lift and started to kiss him hard and passionatly. Once the lift doors opened, Sherlock took John's hand again and almost ran.
They where in the suite before John could even comprehend what was happening, and as soon as the door was closed he tried to push Sherlock against it and have his wicked way with him, but Sherlock held up a hand.
"Not yet, I... I need to ask you something first. And talk a little." John could tell Sherlock was nervous. Sherlock hardly ever got nervous, so this must be big!
Sherlock lead them both in to the bedroom, and sat John down on the bed, before reaching in to his pocket and kneeling down before John.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Where the only thoughts running through John's head at this moment, whereas all Sherlock wanted was to run away and hide. He was scared John would say no... but he was here now and it had to be done. It had to be.
"John Hamish Watson, I love you, and even though I didn't realise it, I have done since the first time I set eyes on you. Nothing will ever stop me loving you, nothing will ever change how much I want to be with you. You're my life, the reason I'm no longer bored. You're my everything... Will you marry me?" John could hardly speak. He's throat was tight and dry. He's face had light up though, like a christmas tree at night. So instead of talking, he took Sherlock's face in his hands, and kissed him.
"Is that a yes?" Sherlock smiled as he spoke.
"Yes." Sherlock pushed John back on the bed, and started to kiss him roughly, a despret need running through his veins.
John responded to the kiss willingly, and started to move his hands down Sherlock's back, before he cupped the detectives arse. Pulling Sherlock to him, as much as he could.
Sherlock's hands where gently when he realised the suit John was wearing, and he carefully undid the buttons on the shirt, before throwing it aside, and moving down to the hardness that was restricted by the doctors trouser. Slowly and teasingly pulling them off. Before once again jumping on John. Sherlock kissed his neck, slowly making his way downwards, taking John's nipple in his mouth he nibbled slightly, and sucked cause John to moan. Next, still with John's nipple in his mouth, he placed his hand between John's legs and began to slowly move it upwards, massaging as he went. For John this was to much, and he began to moan louder, muttering Sherlock's name. John could feel Sherlock's hardness against him, he push Sherlock off him. Damn, he's stronger then he looks was all Sherlock could think as John stood up and switched roles. He roughly push Sherlock back down on the bed, whispering in his ear. "Is this a new suit?" Sherlock shock his head, and that was all John needed before we started ripping the clothes off Sherlock's body. Soon the pair where both in just boxers, and John was working his hands over Sherlock's hard cock, that still hidden beneath the material of his boxers,
"Please John... Please fuck me..." Sherlock moaned, and that was all John needed, before he ripped both their boxers off and flipped Sherlock over, toying his fingers around Sherlock's hole, Sherlock moaned louder, and gasped when John pushed just the tip of his finger inside. He wanted to make Sherlock beg, have Sherlock pleading for more. So he slowly deeped the tip of his finger in, and out, in and out. Then he added two, going through the same pattern, before pushing both fingers in to Sherlock,
"OH GOD! JOHN!"
John smiled wickedly, and began to increase his rythm, sissoring inside Sherlock to open him up as much as possible,
"Please...oh!... John... FUCK... fuck me John... Please..." Sherlock moaned and panted at him.
John always gave Sherlock what he wanted, and tonight was no expertion. He knelt behind the younger hand, and lined up with Sherlock's hole. Spitting on his hand, he got his cock as wet as he could, before pushing the end in gently, and pulling it out again.
"No John, Please I need you to fuck me, stop teas-" Sherlock was cut off as John thrusted his full length in to him.
"Oh god Sherlock! You're so tight. Fuck!" John moaned as he pushed in and pulled out. Increasing the rythem of his thrusting.
"John! Oh John! Fuck me harder, fuck me faster!" and so John did, Sherlock was moaning, and strugging to stay on his knee's and John pushed in to him.
"Oh John! OH fuck I'm gonna... I'm gonnaa."
"Not yet, hold on." And so Sherlock tired, thinking of anything to stop him from cumming all over the place.
"OH sherlock! Sherlock come with me! Sherlock! Fuck! Sherlock I'm co-" and they did, they both came together. John inside Sherlock, and Sherlock all over himself. Panting they lay down, John pulling out of Sherlock, who turned round to kiss him. They stayed like that for a while, just simply kissing.
It was Sherlock who was the first to talk.
"John, I have been thinking of something." He said, he's voice low.
"What is it Sherlock.?" John asked, looking in to his boyfriends... no fiance's eyes.
"I want to have a child WITH you." Sherlock looked away as he spoke, not wanting to see any rejection.
"What do you mean Sherlock?" John wonder aloud, even though he had a good idea he already knew.
"You said you could get pregnant. I want to have a baby with you."
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