A/N: Just wanted to add a short little thing, not long, more for fun. A bit more lemony in this chapter, just hints at it, abstract but obvious, no extreme detail.

"Wait, Sherlock, waitwaitwait- No sex, not yet anyway, I need more time to-"

"You mean, sex is a possibility?"

"Uh, well, I mean, ahem, I just assumed you would want-"

"Yes."

Hands tug and pull, the clothes ending up in a pile on the floor….

"Right. Alright…..of course….just….gotta wrap my head around having sex with another man."

"Not another man, sex with me, it's different and you know it."

"It is. Somehow, I don't mind it, not with you."

"Mmhmm, now, stop talking, I want to see that face again….My good Doctor, I don't believe anyone has ever look at me that way before."

"What way is that?"

"With love."

Now the hands press up against skin, slide and press, thighs being shifted apart, stammering words of uncertainty and fear…..

"I like….I like when you deduce what I want. Tell me, Sherlock. What do I want?"

"You sure?"

"Yes. Tell me what I want."

"You want this, with me."

"Well then, best give it to me."

A coaxing voice, a soft chuckle, lips burning a trail along his throat, a hand gripping him, fingers straying down against hot flesh.

"Wait, we should take a break, we should s-slow-

Fingers press in, message, a back arches and eyes squeeze shut as a mix between a humiliated moan and aggressive growl trembles up from his throat, passed raw lips-

"Doooown, ohmygod, S-Sherlock….don't….too much….it's….t-too much…I don't want-"

"You really do-" he says softly in his ear, "I wouldn't have unless I was sure."

Fingers pressing harder, moving in rhythm, hands fisting sheets, near whining, moaning again and he can't stop the noises…..the feeling…..the want is rough, the need to reach the end….and then teeth find the tender skin of his throat and suddenly his body is jerking, white lights…..he goes deaf for just a moment but can feel the lips that catch his, that swallow the yell that escapes him. Visceral, raw…...real….

His mouth speaks words before he knows what he is actually saying, his hand leaving the bed to slip fingers into dark curls and pull the man back down, pressing his face to the aching spot on his throat as his voice cracks and he says with a certain level of defeat and acceptance, "Do it again."

Hands on his back, kneading muscles, gently holding hips, lips on his shoulder, neck, hands running up his stomach, fingers hooking around shoulders and then more pressure, force….delicious and demanding… fingers in his head, gripping, yanking his head back, noises….such sweet noises, so many licentious sounds.

"Fast-er-" he whispers out as his body jerks.

"Harder?"

"Both, Sherlock...now….do it now…." he pants.

Talking, they are always talking, working on it, feeling it out, communicating...pressing boundaries, learning each other….and those hands burn so badly, he thinks he will always be marked though he has checked the mirror many times only to find nothing.

"Don't stop-"

"A ridiculous notion- too late to stop….won't….even if you asked-" the man pants.

"Don't…..stop….." John repeats.

Sometimes it's crass and crude, wicked in more ways than one, brutal and cruel and near violent. Not often, but sometimes….

"Too hard!"

"Stop talking-"

Sometimes it's passionate and deep, filled with desire and love. They are considerate to each other and soft, gentle…..tender…..sometimes….

"God, I missed you-"

"Next time we take Rosie, I don't want you away from me, ever again."

And sometimes, sometimes the emotions are set loose, they both never speak of these nights, they don't want to acknowledge when these nights happen….it's still too new, too fresh….too real….. Neither wanting to talk about what was said the night before….not wanting to breech that line of experimental indifference they have been living in the last six months…..and yet…..sometimes…...even when they won't acknowledge it….sometimes….

"I….love….you…..please, don't ever leave me, I'd die….just…..touch me, all over, I want to feel you touch me all over, don't want to forget what you taste like...feel like…..don't ever leave-"

"I'm here forever, I'll never leave, never again, open wider for me, I want to feel every inch, love. My love, my John….just…..deeper, want deeper….I love you, love you….I'm here…..I'll not leave….

It's rhetoric, but they spew it readily on those nights, the nights they don't like to talk about….so rare….yet….it's a sort of expressive chaos, when their innermost thoughts finally come out, it's brutally vomited honesty, how they really feel, their codependent and addictive friendship so much more now…..and sometimes…..well…...all the time….when they each secretly think of their private times together…..it is those nights….the ones they don't talk about…...that they think of…...and cheeks tinge pink…...lips give the barest smirk….hearts beat just that bit harder and both take a deep breath and move on with their day.

"You cock! I told you not to piss him off! You just couldn't keep your bloody mouth shut! He would have talked if you had just-"

"Oh don't be an idiot! He wasn't going to talk, best to just let the British government try to get it out of him."

"They why the song and dance, you bloody-"

"I just wanted an opportunity to punch him."

"..."

"Just laugh, I know you want to-"

"Nope, I really don't?"

"Mmm, you really do. Come on, just a snicker."

"Cock."

"Fine then….prude."

And some things…..no matter what happens…...never change…..

"Just…..calm down. It's only a party-"

"Yes, with Mycroft, I refuse-"

"You can't refuse!"

"Why can't I?"

"You're being knighted!"

"Eck, again, so pointless-"

It is strange…..but it works…...and in the end, it doesn't matter what's normal…..all that matters is what is right. And, being with that person who completes you, even if they are the most obnoxious and overly righteous…..egotistical…..posh…...rude…..adoring…..loving…..dickhead on the planet.

"John? John! Where's my thing! My thingy thing, the thing with the stuff….my eyeballs! Where are my eyeballs!"

"In the fridge!"

"They aren't!"

"I don't care, I'm going to the store!"

"No, come back, where did you put my-"

"Later! Give Rosie a wash and put her to bed!"

"But my eyes-"

"Are lovely, now shut it and go wash our daughter!"

"Cock-"

"Sucker!"

"Damn him, he's learning...this just won't do-"

In the end, it's perfect….and neither would ever change a thing. Not for all the lovely eyeballs in London.

A/N: Just wanted to add one last little bit to this, cause I could. Read and Review!