This chapter begins the really M chapters. It is rated that way for a reason. Sherlock/John/Ava. If you don't like that sort of stuff, don't read it. For those of you who do continue, I would love to have your reviews – the good, the bad, and the ugly. This is my first attempt at a threesome, so here it goes. I don't own Sherlock. Wish I did.
Ch 11 - Drugged
"We've been drugged."
The sound that came from Sherlock's lips next echoed the one Irene had put on her texts to him. Both Ava and John looked at him and then at each other.
"What sort of …" John began. But as he looked over to see Sherlock's thin body highlighted by the tightness of his purple shirt, he felt himself harden almost instantly. He moved his eyes over to Ava. The sight of the curvature of her breasts underneath the simple t-shirt wrung from his lips an "Ugh," which he tried to conceal.
"An aphrodisiac. Something to lower our self-control. A combination of both." Sherlock tried to focus his gaze on the pattern of the kitchen carpet but found his eyes betraying him. No matter how hard he tried, Sherlock kept finding eyes drawn toward the lines of John's jaw and Ava's neck. He spent so much time with them but never realized how beautiful they both were.
The men looked at each other and then to Ava. Fear and realization froze behind her eyes as she bolted from the table, ran to her bedroom, and locked herself behind the solid wood door.
"Ava." Sherlock started and rose to follow her.
"What?" John was having a hard time processing things as all he could think about was the way Sherlock's trousers hugged his hips. But when the detective moved to the door, the doctor was right behind him.
Sherlock staggered a little. John brought his hand to Sherlock's back for support. Sherlock gasped at the contact. The drug was making his skin super sensitive.
John tried the door knob. Nothing. Sherlock banged his fist on the wood.
"Ava! Please!"
"Just. . . just leave me alone. I'll be…fine."
"Ava, drugs like this can . . . damage. . . if you fight against it." Sherlock called. "Best to . . . let it take its course."
"No."
"Why?"
Ava was silent.
A very distracted John reached for Sherlock's top shirt button releasing it. A portion of Sherlock's pale skin was revealed distracting John. He tried to put his thought together. "Doesn't think she's. . . any good . . . told me that night."
"Which night?"
"The one . . . you climbed on top of her."
Sherlock closed his eyes. His mind palace hit hard at the memory.
John tried to reason with her. "Please. Ava. We need you. We can all get through this – but together."
"You have each other. You don't need me."
Sherlock chimed in, "But we do need you."
John called out to her. "Ava, I know you don't believe this . . . but we've never done this . . . with each other."
"I won't be . . . any help."
John continued, "What happened? Who . . . hurt you?"
"No one – not physically, anyway."
"Ava. What happened!" Sherlock's voice deepened dangerously at the thought of someone hurting his Avid.
There was a long pause. Then Ava's voice came through soft – almost a whisper. Sherlock and John had to strain to here the words. "The one man I've been with…said . . . said that being with me was like putting his dick in warm soup. I…I get too wet."
"Tell me his name . . . and I'll…" Sherlock growled.
John cut Sherlock off. "Ava, I really . . . don't think that . . . will be a problem in this instance."
"Ha. Hahahahaha." Ava's chuckle started softly then grew into a proper laugh. The men heard the lock of the door being unbolted then saw Ava being revealed behind it. The sight of her wrenched the hearts of both of them. She seemed much more fragile and delicate with her arms wrapped around herself making her appearance smaller. Even though she was laughing, tears visibly stained her face and neck.
Both detective and doctor moved toward her comforting her in the strength of their arms. For a moment, everything was calm and still. Slowly, Sherlock eased his grip on her and kissed her forehead. A little unmistakable gasp escaped her lips. Sherlock's breath hitched. He placed his hands on the sides of her face and leaned in to kiss her. At the last moment, Ava pulled back.
"We're cousins . . . remember?"
"Fifth cousins . . . besides . . . you're from the South . . . " He leaned in a bit closer. ". . . didn't think that would . . ." Sherlock's lips were just a breath away from Ava's. ". . . be a problem for you."
Ava laughed breathlessly. Her eyes transfixed on his remarkable lips. "And of course . . . there's no history . . . of marrying cousins . . . in the British culture . . ." Even drugged, her sarcasm shone through.
"Oh, for . . . God's sake . . . shut up!" John turned Ava's face to his and kissed her soundly. He tasted of coffee and the half eaten chocolate digestives he'd snacked on in the car. Bitter and sweet at the same time. A beautiful but realistic combination.
Ava whimpered in the back of her throat. John moaned into her mouth. When he released her, Ava barely caught her breath before it was Sherlock tasting her lips. She tasted of coffee and lingering apples – left over from her last juice. Sherlock tasted of coffee and nicotine. When had he had a chance to smoke?
When Ava and Sherlock broke apart, he noticed John's eyes on him. John had never looked as beautiful as he did now with a lump in his throat and fire in his eye. Watching them kiss had certainly had a reaction on the doctor.
It took Sherlock a moment to realize that the growl he was hearing was coming from his own chest. Before he knew it, he was kissing his doctor with a passion he didn't know he possessed. The shock lasted for a brief second before John was responding in kind to his detective.
When they stopped for breath, they looked cautiously in Ava's direction. She smiled at them. "Well, it's about damned time!" Then, she grabbed a hand from both Sherlock and John led them towards the bed.