"Things have been going too smoothly," Sherlock thought as he stole a look at John's bare legs. They protruded from beneath his very short, striped robe and Sherlock's breath caught in his throat when John crossed one foot over the other.

Sensing Sherlock's gaze, John folded back the newspaper and asked, "What?"

The crinkling of the paper seemed to roar in Sherlock's ears as his heart pounded. When John's eyes locked on to him a tremor shook Sherlock's chest. In two strides he was across the room. He snatched John's paper out of his hands and fell to his knees. In one precise movement Sherlock yanked the belt to John's robe off. Sherlock's trembling hands then opened the folds of John's robe, delighting at the treasure trove inside. He breathed deep as he ran his fingers over John's wet thighs. Pushing his legs further apart Sherlock let the scent from John's body permeate his olfactory senses. The smell of soap, water and John's own musky odor caused Sherlock's organ to twitch.

Sherlock then tasted the droplets of water that nested in John's hair and frowned. "This water has a higher content of bleach than usual. The water district must be expecting a heavy downpour."

John started to giggle. "Seriously, Sherlock, is talking about the content of bleach in my bath water your notion of foreplay?"

"Shut up," Sherlock growled as he prepared John's body for his oral assault.

John sighed as he scooted his lower back against the back of the chair. "I love you too, Sherlock." John said as he grabbed a fistful of Sherlock's curls.

Sherlock looked up at John. His eyes were shiny and his full lips stuck out in a full pout. John gave Sherlock's head a gentle tug. "I feel like Salome with the head of John the Baptist."

"Stop with the Biblical references it's a turn off," Sherlock drawled. He looked at John for a moment or two then smirked as he went back to work.

Across Town-Danny and Alex

"Oh god," Alex cried out as he and Danny made love. His body seized in uncontrollable spasms, a parallel to Danny's own orgasm that made his limbs tremble with the force of it. Reluctant to let go of his connection to Alex Danny sighed, rolled away from Alex's body, until he lay on his back. He then took Alex's hand in his own and brought it to his lips. "I love you, Alex," he whispered.

A faint smile played at the corner of Alex's lips as he mouthed the words, "I love you," back.

Danny snuggled closer to Alex as he said, "Meeting you has been the luckiest day of my life." When Alex looked troubled and didn't answer Danny rambled on. "I mean you could have anyone and yet here you are with me. I just hope I don't wake up to find you've found some young, handsome stud."

Tears formed in Alex's eyes as he traced Danny's jaw with his thumb. "I would never leave you, Danny. If you ever wake up to find me gone, it will be because I can't reach you."

Danny smoothed away a tear that started to trickle down Alex's face as he whispered, "You aren't alone anymore, Alex. I will be with you always. If you can't reach me I will find you."

Alex studied Danny with such a look of sadness that Danny had to look away. "Alex, let's have breakfast in. I will cook."

Alex grinned. "Okay, sounds fine. I'm sure I've survived worse."

Danny smiled back. "I am so happy. Nothing can bring me down," he thought as he broke two eggs. The shells folded under the slight pressure of his thumb. Yoke and egg white slid into the frying pan, any potential for life sizzled away against the searing hot metal. Danny then kissed Alex on the lips and his happiness bubbled over as he said, "Let's go away for the weekend."

Alex smiled. Then he looked troubled as he turned the radio up and fiddled with the back of his computer. "I'll have to get a new battery for my computer."

Danny felt as if he were floating on air as he cleaned up. For he felt sure that the coming weekend was going to be the best of his life.

221b Baker Street

Sherlock groaned, as he wound his legs around John's neck. "John, thrust further in and to the rrright," Sherlock stuttered.

John bit on his lower lip as he huffed, "I'm a Doctor, Sherlock. I'm pretty sure I can get you off at least three times without instruction." To prove his point, John thrust his hips up, stopped all motion, which made Sherlock beg. Then with a wicked grin on his face John slid home, only satisfied when Sherlock's eyes rolled up to the top of his head, his groan morphed into a wail, and his body went rigid. Sherlock's body pulsed out of control and in relief he surrendered it all to John's care.

Sherlock and John lay in each other's arms. John loved it when Sherlock's mind and body became placid. Without a word he lay against John, sated at last. John smiled as he rubbed Sherlock's back.

"Sherlock, let's go away for the weekend," John said as he kneaded the soft muscles in Sherlock's neck.

"Ummm, okay," Sherlock murmured.

"Let's go to that little inn, you know the one near the Baskerville Lab," John said as kissed Sherlock's damp forehead.

Sex permeated every pore on Sherlock's body as he stretched and wriggled on his back. "Sure, John, whatever you say," he replied in a sleepy voice.

John felt as if his heart would burst with happiness. "This is going to be the best weekend ever," he thought.