Chapter 10

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Finally! The weekend had arrived! John woke up, completely relaxed in the arms of his husband. He lay with his head on Sherlock's shoulder and one of their legs entwined. Sherlock had wrapped his arms around John and they were contently nestled snugly under the covers, their bare skin shielded from the morning chills. It reminded John of what his mum used to say "Snug as a bug in a rug." He felt so safe and warm in Sherlock's arms, that smell Sherlock had that wasn't something you could label, like 'musky' or 'citrusy', no, he just smelled familiar, nice, and rich, with a hint of antique. His husband had the mind of a man who had been alive for far more years than just eighteen. It should make people feel intimidated. For a man to have a mind beyond his years and almost beyond possibility, it could be scary, and it was at times. Sherlock was so fast and a little ignorant to things that he'd never bothered to learn. In fact, many people did find him intimidating, a reason they bullied him for. But John wasn't scared. He had always been in awe of Sherlock's abilities, his husband was very special. Sherlock was sleeping peacefully so John gave a little smile and decided to go back to sleep for another hour. He drifted off slowly but happily.

Sherlock was the next to wake and he found John having a nap. The difference between John sleeping and having a short nap was that when sleeping, he often dreamt and his eyes would flicker under his eyelids. When he was napping he just had a look of alertness on his face, like he was asleep, but not quite asleep. Sherlock gave a small smile; he liked knowing these little things about John, and being the only person who knew these things about him. He turned his head to look at the alarm clock and saw that it was just past nine in the morning. John wouldn't mind being awoken at this time, anything before half past seven and he wouldn't be happy.

Sherlock gently ran a hand through John's hair and leant his head down and kissed his forehead gently. John's eyes flickered open and he smiled tiredly.

"Good morning." Sherlock said, he had only just awoken so his voice was quite gruff and unused from the few hours they had had sleeping.

"Mornin', love." John smiled and shuffled so he was further up the bed and in-line with Sherlock's head. He leant in and kissed his husband languidly. His husband. For both of them, those words still made them feel their hearts warm. Sherlock moaned in content and put his hand on John's cheek gently. John nibbled on Sherlock's lower lip for a moment then returned his tongue to the genius' mouth and explored.

They had gone to sleep at three the night before after they had done some experiments and talking so it wasn't too long ago that they had brushed their teeth. So their morning breath wasn't bad at all.

Sherlock ran his hands up and down John's back slowly then as he went down, he went further down than the bottom of John's back and grabbed his arse, John moaned and, wanting more and to give more to his genius, straddled him.

"Oh, John…" Sherlock said into the man's mouth as their members rubbed together. As the friction and pleasure increased they built up the pace and their kisses got sloppier. They were both becoming a lot more vocal, whether it was moans, groans and shouts or exclamations of their love's name or demands of 'faster'.

John buried his face in Sherlock's neck, his mouth falling open in pure pleasure, he had one hand on Sherlock's head, tangled in his hair, and his other hand came down to the man's hard nipple and he played with it with his index finger.

Sherlock shouted "JOHN!" and came, with Sherlock's cum hitting his stomach, John came with an incoherent exclamation into his lover's neck.

They were both breathing hard and slowly they separated and lay side-by-side.

"I… needed that." John said after a few minutes.

Sherlock hummed and gave a little nod.

"Hmm, Saturday… that's nice." John said and took Sherlock's hand, he gently played with the man's big hands, twining his fingers with the longer ones and stroking the smooth but slightly calloused skin. Sherlock's hands were big and elegant and soft, but they had been at the end of many experiments and he had a few callouses and tiny scars that were fading already.

Sherlock's brain had started working well enough by now and he asked "Do you want to print out some CVs to give in to the places that you want to apply for jobs?"

"Yeah. I'll have to go to the library and print them out." John said and stretched and queried "Shower?"

Sherlock was up quickly and they had a shower together.

Once they were dressed and ready they went down to the dining-hall for breakfast. Some people were bumbling around, not happy to be up at ten o'clock on a Saturday morning. Sherlock had some cereal and John had toast (with jam). They sat munching, John happily but Sherlock not so-he didn't much enjoy eating, and they conversed about what their plans were for the rest of the day.

Once breakfast was sorted (John wasn't entirely pleased to note that Sherlock only ate five mouthfuls of his) they went to the library. John sat at a computer and printed his CV out, making sure he printed a few. Sherlock stood behind his chair with his hands on John's shoulders, gently massaging.

"It should be printing now." John said and got up, they stood by the printer and waited as the papers came through. John put his arm around Sherlock's waist and smiled up at him "All my stress has just gone this morning." He smiled.

"Really?" Sherlock asked.

"Yeah, I have a job to find and homework and such, but I'm really relaxed. I suppose, I've had a nice morning so it's made me happier." John said.

"I can't say our first week went according to plan, but when it's just me and you it's better." Sherlock nodded.

"Oh, look at you, all sentimental." John smirked.

"Not sentimental, just stating a fact. I enjoy my time spent with you far more than anyone else. And I like 'us' time. No friends to please, no foes to fight, just being able to be completely myself and with the man I love." Sherlock stated.

John grinned and hugged his husband with an extra squeeze of thanks "I agree." He said.

"Erm… guys, can you pick up your sheets? I need to get mine." A man said from behind them.

"Oh, sorry. We were in our own world there." John excused them and took his papers and they went to go and get ready to go out for the day.