Harry is here! Yay! Of course she comes at a bad time... but I'm thinking of doing more with her and/or Mycroft. Thoughts?
On Valentine's Day, Sherlock and John were caught.
They had exchanged gifts and soft kisses and then Sherlock had asked John if they could go to his room for a change. John reluctantly agreed and they went over to John's house, taking care to not wake his mother as they went upstairs.
Sherlock took one look around John's room and said, "It is dull."
"Told you so," John replied moodily.
Sherlock smiled. "But that means there are less distractions. We can focus more on each other."
He grabbed John's hand and pulled him onto John's bed.
John's bed was slightly smaller than Sherlock's, so that when they were both lying on it, they were rather close together. Not that they minded.
Sherlock pulled John close and captured his lips. John sighed and let his hands wander into Sherlock's hair. Sherlock decided that since it was Valentine's Day he was going to try something new when kissing John.
He slid his tongue out and ran it along John's bottom lip. John gasped but didn't pull away. Sherlock moved his tongue against John's lips, begging for entrance. John obliged, opening his mouth and letting Sherlock's tongue in. Their tongues danced together and both of them emitted long groans of pleasure.
Sherlock's hands found their way down to John's hips and Sherlock pulled John close to him, making them both moan. Sherlock's tongue ran along John's gums and John subconsciously bucked against Sherlock. Sherlock growled and his kiss became more urgent. Their established boundaries were almost completely forgotten as John began trailing kisses down Sherlock's long neck, eliciting noises from Sherlock that made John nearly lose his mind.
They would have gone further if the door had not suddenly been thrown open to reveal a very shocked Harry Watson.
"What the hell is going on here, John? Does mummy know you've got girls up he-"
Her sentence was cut off when she noticed that the dark head of hair belonged to a boy, their neighbor to be precise.
"Harry!" John squeaked, untangling himself from Sherlock.
They both sat up against John's headrest, blushing furiously, clothes rumpled and hair sticking up at strange angles.
Harry crossed her arms and said in a slightly amused tone, "So you decided to come to the other side? What a shame. Now mum and dad won't have any grandchildren."
"Why didn't you knock?" John asked, his voice cracking.
"I didn't expect to find you with your tongue down our neighbor's throat."
"I wasn't…" John trailed off and he looked at Sherlock guiltily.
"So how long has this been going on?" Harry asked, leaning against the doorframe.
"John and I have been together for about a year," Sherlock replied, taking John's hand and looking at Harry defiantly.
A sudden thought dawned on Harry and her blue eyes grew wide. "Don't tell me you two have gone at it in that shed out there?"
"Harry!" John yelled in surprise, "Why would we do that! Especially out there?"
Harry put her hands up defensively. "Hey, when you hear certain noises coming from behind closed doors, you gotta wonder what's going on."
"If John and I were to, as you put it, 'go at it', we certainly wouldn't do it in that shed," Sherlock said.
"I don't care where you two do it," Harry said, "Just don't get caught by mum."
"You won't tell her that Sherlock and I are together, will you?" John whispered.
"I'm not gonna rat on you two," Harry laughed, "But you should be more careful." She grinned wickedly, "However, I can give you some tips on this kinda relationship, and I know all the best places for a snog."
"Uh, yeah thanks, Harry."
"Anytime." She began to shut the door, "I'll just let you boys get back to whatever it was you were doing. Try not to destroy the bed." She winked.
Once Harry was gone Sherlock and John looked at each other in slight horror.
"You don't want to… you know," John said motioning to the bed.
Sherlock shook his head. "No. Not at all. Not after what just happened."
"Yeah, me neither."
John tapped his fingers on his leg in thought as he said, "Sherlock, do you think we should tell our parents about us?"
"Mine won't care, but I don't want you to get in trouble because of me."
"I don't think I'll get in trouble, Harry's been dating girls for a long time and they don't seem to mind, but they will tell us not to, well, do what we were doing before Harry caught us."
"They'll tell us not to snog?"
"Yeah. They have their own set of rules for boundaries." John mocked his mother's voice, "Only hand holding, no kissing, no cuddling, no being alone in rooms with beds, blah blah blah."
"Well that's rubbish."
"I know, right? I don't think I'd last very long." He kissed Sherlock and said softly, "I'd miss this far too much."
Sherlock kissed John's cheek and said, "Me too. Besides, we are pirates and pirates are known for being rule breakers."
"We're so bad," John said playfully.
"Oh but I like bad," Sherlock growled, pushing John down onto the bed and kissing down his neck.
John sucked in his breath and said through gritted teeth, "We're gonna get caught again."
Sherlock drew back and said, "Well then let's move this to my room. Mycroft won't disturb us, and mummy's away at the store."
"Sounds good to me," John said with a wink.
Sherlock grinned.
Eddie shook his hamster head from his cage in the corner of John's room as the two boys rushed out of it, hand in hand.