hello everyone, happy new year and everything! this chapter is just a small one including Johnlock (finally yay)! I hope you enjoy and any review will be much appreciated. I hope I've done ok with Johnlock since it's my first time in attempting them as a couple. This is still relevant to the story so don't worry if you're confused, I will continue as Sherlock's sister in the next chapter (which should hopefully be here soon, if school and irl things don't get in the way;))
Anyway, I will stop rambling and allow you to read on. Thankyou for all my recent followers ily all 3 ^.^
Chapter 8: Comfort in his Arms:
As the school day came to a close I rushed out of my final lesson, eager to get home. When I walked out of the main entrance a tall dark haired boy was stood waiting for me, a big grin on his face; 'Sherlock' I breathed out in relief. I didn't really know why he was here but I was so happy he was.
He brought me in to a warm and cosy hug that I could have slept in if I let myself and he held me there for quite some time until people began to point and whisper. I knew this from the sudden urgency of Sherlock's body as he let go of me and moved his eyes towards the car, indicating for me to go into it. I did as he asked.
When we got into the car I sat very close to Sherlock, the front of the car was unseen due to the darkened glass to cover up any sound or images. This allowed Sherlock to grab my hand tight and kiss me delicately on the cheek. I turned to face him, his beautiful ever changing eyes were staring right back into mine, his breath warm against my face and his lips twitching slightly. I took this chance to kiss him, kiss him until we were out of breath; this never stopped us, of course. His arms wrapped around my waist and my hands were running through the many curls in his soft, delicate hair. We began to forget where we were and what we were doing until a fierce voice spoke from the front of the car that was unmistakably Mycrofts, "will you boys pack it in? I am trying to listen to Muse here. My darling Matthew is doing his high notes, will you please BE QUIET."
"Shut up, Mycroft" said Sherlock
"No, I shan't, it's Muse" replied Mycroft in a smooth challenging voice that would often win his battle if he were speaking to a normal person, but Sherlock wasn't a normal person.
"Make the window soundproof then, stop complaining"
"You know better than anyone that I wouldn't ever do that, I need to know what you boys talk about when you're alone"
"Why do you have to be such a nosey bastard, Mycroft?"
Mycroft laughed and said, mockingly "me, nosey? Oh Sherlock, how dare you." Mycroft giggled again and turned the radio up so that the guitar solo in Panic Station filled the car and stopped anyone continuing the conversation. I smiled at Sherlock sympathetically and he took my hand again and faced the window. I didn't mind the music playing or the silence between me and Sherlock because I knew we were ok and that whenever I was with Sherlock, I was safe.
When we arrived at Sherlock's house Mycroft told us to wait in the car until he knew the coast was clear inside, he didn't want me to be faced with Sherlock's father since he had serious hatred towards me. This was because he blamed me for when Sherlock was kicked out of school, even though it clearly had nothing to do with me. He just wanted someone to blame and I happened to be there at the wrong time.
Mycroft nodded at Sherlock and he guided me out of the car, clinging to my hand tightly and taking me to his bedroom. Sherlock's bedroom was a dull blue with dust surrounding every corner, his bed wasn't made and he had an unclean glass on a small wooden table which looked like it had some form of yellow liquid in it. His bed wasn't big enough for more than one person, but since we never separated in bed we made it work. I wasn't planning on staying the night but it was nice to lie in bed with him from time to time and since today he was acting extra clingy, I took every ounce of that clinginess as I could.
Sherlock took my waist in his hands and kissed me on the forehead, cheeks, lips, chin, neck and collar bones (which were exposed from the tshirt I was wearing). We fell onto his bed, Sherlock on top of me and I could feel a bulge against my thigh begin to press hard against me, it started to put images into my mind from when Moriarty had doneā¦. done that and I then shook my head to try and forget but I couldn't. His menacing eyes were all I could see and the whole event began to come back, why now though? Why today? Why, when Sherlock was so eager to get my clothes off, were these thoughts processing after so long?
Sherlock stopped what he was doing and spoke, very delicately, "John what's wrong?" And I began to realise that I was sobbing, again. I couldn't control the tears and the thoughts that were processing so vividly and Sherlock held onto me, trying to calm me down kissing my head and stroking my back and all I could do in return was sob on his shoulder, constantly apologising for messing everything up. Sherlock kept telling me how perfect I was, how much he loved me and how much he wished for me to be ok, how much he cared and promised to look after me. This comforted me a lot and helped me calm down. We lay side by side, holding onto one another and just taking in each other's breath and soon enough I had gone into the darkness of sleep.
Hope you enjoyed that and I am maybe thinking of doing a chapter in Sherlock's perspective, review to let me know if you think that would be a good idea^.^ thanks for reading byeee xx
