Right, so. I accidently uploaded the wrong chapter. I knew it was going to happen at some point. This is the actual Chapter 6.
My outline/idea. Slashyking's story
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John's POV
Our affair was a little over a month old and things were going well. The email system was working, and somewhere along the line, I started helping Sherlock with cases again. I wasn't writing about it on my blog, and as far as anyone—beside Lestrade—was concerned, we weren't speaking. He'd consult me about cases in our afterglow, and had our own little world.
Even if I didn't write up the cases in my blog, I put them in a journal and kept it in the living room, under a couch cushion. I couldn't help myself, I missed it. Sherlock didn't know I was doing it, but I thought I'd surprise him with it when it was completely filled.
Evan was coming over for dinner tonight. I cooked up some beef stew and cornbread, making the flat nice and warm, and aromatic. Evan rang up and Mrs. Hudson let him in. He came up the stairs with a rose.
"Hello, Evan. Is that for me?" He leaned in and gave me a kiss, placing it in my free hand, my other one wielding a large wooden spoon.
"Of course. The stew smells heavenly."
"Thank you, go make yourself at home, it won't be ready for about 15 more minutes, I have to keep an eye on the cornbread. Go, put your feet up, stay awhile." It was the first time I had made dinner for him. Mrs. Hudson made it the last time he came over for dinner and I felt really good about it.
We wondered around the living room, not saying much to my while I was puttering about in the kitchen. The food was cooked and put in bowls. "Food's ready." I said, seating myself at the table. He came in and we ate with staggered conversation. Something was on his mind that wasn't there before.
"Anything wrong, is it too tough? I knew I cooked it too long."
"No, just, work. It's on my mind. I'm sorry." He waved his hand at nothing and kept eating, "The stew is wonderful. Thank you." I gave him a smile but he didn't look at me.
The meal went by and when I finished the dishes, Evan was putting on his coat.
"I thought you were going to stay? I didn't make dessert, but I thought we could…you know…make our own." He gave me a blank stare, and replied.
"I got a page, I've got to head back to the hospital." He gave me a kiss on the forehead and hurried down the stairs, I winced as the front door slammed shut. I figured a patient was on his mind over dinner, he probably thought something was going to happen and when it did, he regretted not already being at the hospital. I felt bad, but I didn't know. He didn't have to come to dinner if he was worried about his patient.
I felt bad about Evan, but the thought of Sherlock coming over the next morning was making me feel better. It was my day off and Sherlock wanted to spend the most of the day in bed with me.
Still, the Evan thing wasn't sitting well with me. I shook it off and watched some telly before going to bed, wanting all the energy I could get for tomorrow.
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Sherlock's POV
"It was a bad night, I'm guessing?" Irene rolled off of me and groaned a bit.
"Yeah, sorry, he was boring, and he snored. He was terrible at role-playing too. I still got paid so, I'm not going to complain." She slid under the covers and closed her eyes.
"What do you have planned for the day?" She asked, drifting off to sleep.
"Manchester, twin kidnapping."
"Tell me how it goes."
"I will." I gave her a peck on the shoulder and swung my legs out off the bed, walking to the shower to get ready for my day with John.
She was fast asleep when I finished my shower and dressed. My face pulled into a frown when I looked on her sleeping face as I tied my shoes. She was becoming so distant lately and I really felt like breaking it off. But then I remembered how spiteful she can be. If she already went through all the trouble to keep us apart, imagine what she could do if I were to leave her for him.
I put it at the back of my mind and didn't worry, the affair was working out just fine and as it went on, it was giving me plenty of time to figure out how to break the news to her and keep her from taking revenge.
I arrived, and John was waiting outside for me. "Hello." I greeted, straight faced and nonchalant.
"Hello." He opened the door and we casually strolled up the stairs to the bedroom. We kept it quiet and slow, taking our time. We undressed, exploring and admiring the other until John began to fuss. I loved seeing him restless, but I couldn't deny him when he gave me those big brown eyes.
John was on top, riding me and being his beautiful self. His brow was creased, his mouth ajar, he glistened in the daylight streaming in the window. I gripped his hips and driving upward into him, making him sigh, breathy and eager.
"I'm close." He sputtered, taunt muscles shuddering. I pushed him back until his hands were flat on the bed, quickening my pace. I wrapped my hand around him and pumped until he reached his threshold, spilling over himself and muttering a few curses. His face upon release was enough for me, and I hit my climax. When I finished, John slid down next to me, head on my chest.
"God, you're good." He chuckled, rubbing hand down my arm. I leaned down and buried my nose in his damp locks, taking in his scent.
"You're not so bad yourself, darling." John sat up and gave me a good once over.
"Like what you see?" I asked, tucking a hand behind my head and laying the other on my stomach.
"Yes. I do. Are you hungry? I'm starved."
"I could eat." I said casually. He looked so good, I couldn't help reaching up and running a finger down John's chest and abdomen, curling it into the hair at the end of its journey.
"I'll go out and get some takeaway. Or pick something up from Speedy's downstairs if you don't want to wait too long."
"Whatever you're hungry for, John. I'm fine with either."
"I'm in a takeaway mood. I'll be back." He gave me a lingering kiss before dressing and heading out.
While he was out, I started dozing off. My body was completely relaxed, my mind less cluttered. This felt right, this felt like where I was supposed to be.
John came back and I perked up, actually feeling a bit peckish. We had a little picnic on the bed and enjoyed each other's company. It was very comfortable; we talked about Mycroft and the Yard, and when Bart's came up, John deflated a bit.
I put down my Lo Mein and gave him a concerned glance, "What's wrong at Bart's?"
John chewed and swallowed his mouthful and shook his head, "Evan's been acting weird. I think it's about a patient. He was distracted at dinner, and he got a page. I think he didn't want to leave to come to dinner, but he did to make me happy and now he regrets it. But, I still need to talk to him before I assume. It could be anything."
I nodded, and when I saw he was still a bit sad, I leaned over and gave him a kiss. He opened his lips and our flavors mingled. He pulled away and swiped some noodles from my carton.
"Ha. I'm a Chinese food Ninja."
"Isn't that a bit oxymoronic, John?" He stopped slurping his stolen goods long enough to understand what just happened and laughed, making me laugh in the process.
When we finished our meal, we showered; John took his time washing my hair, massaging my scalp. He loved having his hands in my locks, even when wet.
We were clean, fed and at ease. I checked my phone and saw the time, 1 o'clock. I should make an appearance at Scotland Yard, just to make sure I wasn't missing out on anything.
"I'm gonna go. See if there's anything to report at the Yard."
"Say hi to Lestrade for me. He's still tight lipped, right?"
"Yes, John, he's been very good at keeping us a secret. Don't worry." I looked him in the eyes, smiled and gave him a long, breathtaking kiss. He practically swooned in my arms.
"I had a wonderful time today. You free Wednesday?"
He nodded vigorously and gave me a quick peck, before pushing me down the stairs.
"Go save the world."
I walked out of 221B feeling refreshed and ready to take on anything.
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