Come Back To Me
Chapter Two (Part Two)
So this is part two for you. Sorry for ending part one so abruptly ;) Sorry if it seems a little AU, I tried to keep Sherlock still unsure about relationships and feelings. I also tried to make John fun like we see sometimes but also considerate and understanding of Sherlock xxxxx
Sherlock had two choices; freeze where he was and wait for John to make a move or, pull away as fast as he could and disappear again.
John's breath exhaled deeply and he looked up at Sherlock's face; his beautiful cheekbones clearly defined, John followed that shape of Sherlock's figure, his eyes stopping at his neck.
John didn't even think; he just placed the softest of kisses to Sherlock's neck, hearing the detective sigh loudly; clearly trying to fight it. Sherlock gave up and looked down at John, their eyes locking.
John broke the silence, "You came home then?"
"How could I not?" Sherlock replied, moving away slightly.
"Where's Molly?" John's eyes searched for her now that his eye line wasn't obscured by Sherlock.
"She went home because I was here."
"Okay." John replied, eyes falling back on Sherlock.
Sherlock went back to softly stroking John's hair. John shuffled forward and pulled gently on Sherlock's coat.
"John..."
"This couch is surprisingly roomie." John shrugged.
Sherlock smiled and gently climbed over John, waiting for him to roll over before getting comfy.
John snuggled into Sherlock's chest, sighing deeply.
"Tired?" Sherlock whispered into John's hair, breathing in the scent of John's shampoo.
"Mmm." John mumbled, snuggling closer to Sherlock.
"John, you should sleep in bed then."
"No." John almost snapped, gripping Sherlock tightly.
"John." Sherlock tried a softer approach.
"No." John replied again simply.
"Okay, I'll just wait til you're asleep then I'll carry you."
"Sherlock, I was in the army, despite only being a doctor, I did have combat training." John replied, looking up at Sherlock seriously.
"Meaning?" Sherlock quirked an eyebrow.
"I can take you out even in my sleep."
"Okay then." Sherlock shrugged, not really knowing what else to say without making the situation awkward.
"Not like you not to argue further."
"With you, I've learnt to just leave it."
John scoffed, "That's a lie."
"Mmm."
Sherlock was distracted, and John knew it.
"Right, I'm going to bed." John stood and headed for the door.
"What?" Sherlock asked, looking at John for the first time in five minutes.
"There's something going on, Sherlock and clearly, I'm not enough for you to tell." John replied, turning around to leave.
"John, that's not true." Sherlock replied, jumping off the couch and grabbing John's wrist.
Beneath his fingertips, he felt John's pulse speed up, making his own raise a little.
John froze and tried to breathe, the pounding in his chest and Sherlock's touch didn't make it any easier. Sherlock pulled gently on his wrist, turning him round and pulling him towards him a few steps.
"Sherlock."
"I'm sorry, for the way I've treated you, the way I've always treated you."
Sherlock moved his fingers down to John's hand, toying at his fingers. Hands of a soldier, healing hands but something else. Mycroft was right, John's hands were steady. He knew why, it was because Sherlock was back.
John loved the danger, the thrill of the chase. Sherlock had finally found someone who would have him for everything he was. Even as a sociopath with a bitchy attitude.
John gripped Sherlock's fingers gently. He stepped closer, entwining their fingers while he wondered what was going on in Sherlock's mad mind.
"This is difficult for me to say, as you probably know ..." Sherlock struggled with the words, he'd never said them before and he didn't want to mess this up.
"Sherlock, say it in your own time. I won't leave you if you don't say it right now." John squeezed his hand reassuringly and smiled.
Sherlock nodded in reply and pulled John to him, just holding him in comfortable silence.
"Back on the couch?" John whispered in Sherlock's shoulder.
"If you want to." Sherlock replied, pulling away from him slightly.
John nodded and moved towards the couch, followed by Sherlock, who was still holding his hand.
"What if you fall asleep?" Sherlock asked, stroking John's hair.
"Do what most ..." He thought for a second for an appropriate word. "Do what most partners do and carry me." John grinned a little, causing Sherlock to smirk in response.
"Let's just watch TV for now." Sherlock replied
"Not worried about what I said earlier?"
"I would have done it anyway." Sherlock smiled, pressing the ON button on the remote and getting comfy.
Seems really AU I know but this is Johnlock and who knows how it would be. Oh and sorry for making John a sarky, clingy, cuddle slut. And making Sherlock a lovely, cute normal guy (lol). Hope you enjoyed it xxxxx