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KathAdrian : Well you'd prefer John or Sherlock to be in danger (that's still possible you know :p) – Gatiss is a perfect Mycroft!
helenecolin : Et bah si! La pauvre n'a rien demandé je sais, mais bon...
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Boobunny60 : Yes Mrs Hudson! And I won't release her until you go back to writing your stories :p
Still tired and having a cold...
Hope it won't affect too much this chapter.
Chapter 10 – Wrong time – Wrong place
281 Pentonville road, a one story building. When the cab stopped in front of it Sherlock took a look at the front door before going out of the car.
"Nothing special at first sight, which means it might be dangerous." He turned to face John who just came out of the cab and smiled childishly.
"You are too exited about that, that's not healthy if you want my opinion."
"The game, John, the game is on."
"Except that it's not a game anymore. Remember what we are doing here and please be careful. I won't forgive you if you get hurt."
"Same here." Sherlock stopped smiling and took John's hand in his pressing a little then releasing it. How annoying it wasn't the right place to kiss him. "Ready?"
"Well, as ready as I can be."
Well two men at a beauty parlour, the kind that was absolutely not made for them. When they came in, the woman which where having their nails done looked at them outraged and furious to be seen while not absolutely perfect from head to toes. Some showed interest for being seen further later but the two men crossed the room and talked directly to the red hair girl who was standing behind the counter.
"Excuse us, we are searching for a friend of ours who is used to come here often, her name is Martha Hudson. Have you seen her recently." Sherlock gave the girl his most charming smile and John's hands turned into fists but he tried not to show how upset he was.
If I'm about to react like that every time he talks to people that way, I won't be able to follow him in his investigations. Come on John, you're childish, stop that right now.
Oh my how his voice can be sexy...Oh fuck, stop it! You're ridiculous.
"Martha Hudson?" The girl said in her high pitched voice and John snapped out of his thoughts "I don't know her, let me ask my colleague. Sarah." She screamed the name and a second later a brown haired girl came from the back of the shop.
"Yes?" She was chewing a gum noisily.
"Do you know someone called Martha Hudson?"
"She is around sixty, grey haired, approximately this tall." Sherlock showed his shoulder's height which was quite the size of the brown girl "She's been here several times for the last two weeks."
"Let me think..." The newcomer said.
God this going to take ages. John, stop being that jealous, look at those girls, come on, that's almost insulting.
"Was she delivering something?" The brown haired girl said.
"I don't know. Why are you asking?"
"Because I remember a woman asking for the boss. When I asked her why she wanted to see him, she said something about a delivery."
"Is it possible to see your boss please?" John asked and the girl turned to him and gave him her most beautiful smile.
Stop looking at her like that Sherlock, you look like you swallowed a lemon in one gulp.
"I'm sorry but he is not here." She changed her voice wasn't she?
"Maybe we can wait for him to come back." John smiled back.
"You know what?" The girl leaned on the counter in a way she wanted to look sexy "Why don't you give me your phone number and I'll call you when he'll be there." She took a card and a pen and put them on the counter in front of John. The doctor smiled and wrote his phone number on the card.
"Thank you very much..."
"Nancy."
"Thank you very much Nancy. My name's John. Now you have my phone number, call me, please." He smiled again.
Sherlock was about to implode, sure it was time to go out of the place.
"What was that?" Sherlock said in a cold voice after several minutes walking in silence.
"That was you trying to charm the beautician and me finishing the job and..." John pushed the taller man in an alley "that was us being jealous, irrationally I should add. Now come here and kiss me."
The detective growled and pulled the man to his chest kissing him hungrily.
"Don't do that again." Sherlock said on his man's lips.
"Sherlock as far as I want you to be happy I won't promise you I won't do that again. All you have to know is that I love you and I'm a faithful man." The doctor kissed his lover's mouth again "Mmmmm, Sherlock, aren't we suppose to keep an eye on the beauty shop?" John moaned as Sherlock kissed and licked his neck.
"Yes we are. But we have a moll inside now. A horny one but you know what, I'm hornier." He pressed himself against John to show him what he was talking about.
No no no no no not in an alley, in the middle of a case, In the middle of Mrs Hudson's case!
"Wrong time, wrong place, sweety." John said in Sherlock's ear before nipping his earlobe.
"So why are you doing that?" God his voice was so full of sex...But no no no no no...
"Because I'm a cock teaser." John smiled.
Luckily Sherlock was wearing his long coat. Unluckily John didn't. Luckily it was quite a cold day. Unluckily Sherlock sweat lust.
They needed a place to be, sat and wait quite close to the beauty parlour so they chose to enter the Starbucks coffee that was on the other side of the road. Sherlock sat next to the picture window while John ordered a cappuccino and a cinnamon roll.
"Won't you eat or drink anything? I know you won't but I needed to ask." John said before sitting in front of the detective. Sherlock smiled and gave his lover a breath taking look.
"Maybe if you feed me..." He suggested.
When John fed Sherlock little pieces of Cinnamon roll, the detective's tongue lingered on his fingers licking them clean. Slowly. Conscientiously. John almost forgot the world around him.
"What are you doing exactly?" He whispered.
"Do you think you are the only cock teaser in the world?" Sherlock asked before licking his lover's thumb.
Luckily John was sitting. Unluckily Sherlock's had really long legs and his knees were touching John's thighs. He moved them imperceptibly and John muffled a moan. Luckily or unluckily John phone vibrated in his pocket.
"Yes," John cleared his throat "John speaking." He suddenly looked serious. "Of course I remember you Nancy...Nan." Sherlock rolled his eyes and John shook his head. "Oh, he won't come back today." Sherlock mouthed a question "Did you tell him we wanted to see him? You didn't have time..no no no it's okay don't worry...Nan. Never mind, never mind, call me tomorrow when...Ah no sorry tonight I can't..sorry...of course, it would be nice." Sherlock crossed his arms and frowned. "Pink? Well..." The detective gave his lover a crooked smile.
Oh still want to play. Believe you won't win.
Sherlock put his hand on John's right one and lifted it to his lips
"Yes I'm sure brown lipstick would suit you..." Sherlock locked eyes with his man and run his tongue along the doctor's palm. "Mmmmm...no, no, no I'm listening to you" the detective took John's middle finger in his mouth and sucked it lazily. "Nan, sorry, I have to hung off" So he did, he threw the phone on the table and gabbed Sherlock's hair. The detective only had time to let go of John's hand before their lips met.
Okay boys...Starbucks coffee, picture window...Oh right, you don't care.
"Sherlock..."
"Wrong place, wrong time?"
"Yeah..."
Thank you!
"But since the beauty parlour is closing soon I suggest we take a look at it later."
"Ah, well, yes, great."
"What is it, love?"
"I just thought we could go back home."
"And I just thought that outdoor could be fun."
"Oh, god, yes."
I know, I know, the case but...
The question I want to ask is : outdoor can be fun, but where exactly?
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