Chapter 11
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During the day John went around to some pubs and bars and shops, giving in his CV, applying for the jobs and requesting just working one or two evenings a week. He got good responses from the managers, quite a few said they'd be in touch once they'd read through his CV more. John was a likeable person. He was kind, quite reserved, and had a lovely and true smile.
They went around London, Sherlock put a hand on John's arm to stop his husband mid-step and they both looked over at a house which was surrounded by police cars and tape and the like. They watched quietly as a man was led from the house and into the car under arrest.
John looked up at Sherlock and saw that his man was watching the scene with great interest.
"That's what you want to do, isn't it? Crime scenes, investigating, putting the bad men away?" John asked.
Sherlock looked back at John and nodded with a small smile "I think… that I might start looking into some cases. Search through old cold-cases on the computer, maybe go to Scotland Yard." Sherlock said.
"Well, we all have to start somewhere!" John said.
When they got back to their dorm John stripped off and lay in bed.
"What are you doing?" Sherlock frowned.
"Join me." John grinned at him.
Sherlock kicked his shoes off and crawled from the bottom of the bed till he was on top of the covers which were on top of John "Hmm, well someone's randy."
John giggled and pushed Sherlock to the side.
"No, I just meant that I want a cuddle." John said.
"Oh, well I'm inclined to do that too." Sherlock smiled and got under the covers. Just as they were about to settle into each other's arms John said "You know, you could take your clothes off too." with a smirk.
Sherlock couldn't fight his grin, he stripped off and chucked his clothes on the floor.
"Mmm, that's better." He said and pulled John close to him.
They settled down for a late-afternoon conversation with a lot of kisses and caresses.
They had dinner in the dining hall together and when they returned to their dorm John stretched and said "I have had such a nice day."
"I'm glad." Sherlock said and sat at the desk, he watched John walk around the room, tidying up. John was a very natural soldier, straight backed, reliable, neat, tidy, compassionate, tough, resilient and brave. Sherlock enjoyed watching him, loved cataloguing those moments and mannerisms John had.
"Are you watching me?" John asked with a hint of a smile as he picked up Sherlock's underwear from the floor.
"How can I not?" Sherlock said.
John smiled and went over to Sherlock and pressed a kiss to his lips. John had only gone for a peck, but Sherlock put a hand on his waist and slipped his tongue into John's mouth after giving his bottom lip a nibble. John ended up sat on Sherlock's lap; Sherlock had his hands under John's shirt, stroking his smooth back. John's hands were nestled in the black curls. They moaned into each other's mouths and as the kiss grew more heated they put too much weight on the back of the chair and it fell down. They both stared at each other with wide-eyes after they landed on the floor, John on top of Sherlock, and they burst into laughter.
"Oh, God… are you alright?" John said between giggles.
"Well, I don't know about God, but I'm fine." Sherlock teased.
John nipped at Sherlock's bottom lip and said "Hey, you know what I meant."
"Of course, dear." Sherlock nodded and smiled up at the man he loved.