Chp 9
Ugh, wasn't really a fan of my last chapter. Decided that I needed to make up for it with a quick update. Oh, and as always, these are not my characters.
John hadn't been expecting that. He was trying so hard to block out the building pain radiating from what seemed every nerve ending. More importantly he was trying to concentrate on what Sherlock was saying, because it seemed pretty important. He was explaining that whole scenting thing and then…about mates. He had said it to, that they were mates. John was sure he meant purely in terms of how the other werewolves saw them, but still the thought was…fantastic. It was more than he could have hoped for by a long shot. He was becoming overwhelmed by this feeling of all consuming joy. Maybe Sherlock wouldn't think of them as mates, not in the way John would, but he would have to claim him as one. So what if it wasn't a traditional relationship or one that his therapist thought was conventional or "stable" enough. John would be ok with that, it may not be all that he'd wanted, but a fragment of Sherlock was better than the whole of any other person John had ever met. He'd tried to find some way to diminish his growing closeness to the man; he'd wanted to remain distant. He knew that relationships were not his thing; he'd known that since day one. So he'd tried to find someone else, tried to fill that ever growing hole that Sherlock was digging in the center of his chest. No one, not a single person in London, could compare to Sherlock Holmes.
Then he caught John's attention again. "John, look. There's, well, there's something else I need to tell you." With that simple uttering, he also released a slight puff of air, which snaked its way to John's left cheek. The sensation sent shivers down his spine and with that a lightning bolt of sensations. Longing, warmth, excitement, lust, hope, joy, love. He could feel Sherlock like he'd never been able to before. Though there was a clear space between the two of them, it seemed as though Sherlock were curled around him, filling him with all of these delicious feelings. Which is why although he could no longer hear what Sherlock had started saying, and his vision was going black, he knew everything was going to be ok. Everything would be perfect from now on, because he had Sherlock.
Short but I like it; next chapter will be more plot oriented, promise!
