Sorry I couldn't post yesterday.. I lost Internet connection and I'm not posting from the library! Yay!


If Sherlock Holmes was a color, he'd be green. You would never think it, but the sociopathic detective was very jealous. Sherlock had little faith that John could ever truly love him. He was, after all, a freak. Every time he saw a bright eyed girl looking at John he knew, he just knew, John would rather be holding her hand. Anytime a woman looked fondly at John -which was often- Sherlock had a visit from the green eyed monster. He wasn't proud of it, but accepted it.

'What's wrong?' John asked noticing Sherlock's body stiffening.

'Nothing.'

'Don't give me that, love. I know when something is wrong.'

'I said nothing.'

'If you don't want to talk about it, then just say it.'

'I don't want to talk about it.'

'Okay.'

They had been sharing a peaceful dinner at Angelo's after catching a particularly elusive criminal. Angelo brought over his finest wine and a candle for the couple. John spoke amicably of Sherlock's work on the case while chewing on risotto and Sherlock smiled. It was going well until a blond haired blue eyed young girl started to eye John. She leaned across the table letting her chest fall out of the tight blue dress she was wearing.

And then the green eyed monster came.

Sherlock glared at the woman. He was not only impressed by her overtness, but also her lack of insight. Could she not see they were clearly out happily together on a date? Through the rest of the dinner Sherlock kept a firm eye on the woman. She seemed only to grow more desperate for John's attention.

That was it. Sherlock was going to have to show this unbearable woman who John belonged to. He placed an elbow on the table and rest his head in his hand. His face growing ever closer to John's.

'Get your elbow off the table, Sherlock.' John tapped his arm with a fork. Sherlock groaned, but relented.

His next attack was more direct. He reached a long slender hand towards John's.

'I need my hand to eat, love. Maybe later?' Sherlock threw himself against the back of the chair and rolled his eyes. John wasn't making this easy. Instead of over the table gestures he might first have to deploy under the table gestures to show John his intent.

With a snug pop he peeled off his high end shoes. Slowly he inched his foot forward until it hit John's ankle.

John eyes blew wide and he dropped his fork. He shuddered and coughed a bit before picking up his fork. John returned to his food with a slight red hue stuck on his face.

'Uhm- not that I'm not enjoying this, because I am, I just think this is best saved for another location?' John stuttered over his words. He hadn't eaten in a little while because of the case and was desperate to get some food in.

The foot slide higher. John yelped.

The woman in the tight blue dress gave John an odd look. Sherlock smirked.

Must be getting my point across then. Sherlock thought.

'Sherlock, please. Just let me finish my dinner and we can do what ever you want.' Now Sherlock leaned in. His face was mere centimeters from John. There was no denying they were here together now. From the corner of his eye he saw the woman back down.

'What ever I want? John, that's a big promise. Are you sure you're up to it?'

'Oh god yes.' Sherlock gave him a genuine smile and fell back against his chair.

A few hours later John and Sherlock laid in bed. John absentmindedly traced shapes on to Sherlock's chest.

'Was what happened at Angelo's about the girl who was staring at me?' John asked quietly. He didn't want to cause any issues, but he also wanted to make sure Sherlock understood his devotion to the man.

'So you did notice her?'

'Yes.'

'You didn't do anything about it.'

'What did you expect? For me to walk over to the girl and say "Hello. I appreciate the interest, but I'm here on a date with my gay lover. Would you be so kind as to not bugger me with your eyes? Thank you." That would not have gone over well.'

All he got from Sherlock was silence.

'You know I love you right? I love you, and not some blond girl who has no self respect. You, Sherlock.'

'I try to remember that, but I get jealous. I can't help it. I just-' Sherlock dropped off at the end.

'If it happens again squeeze my hand and I'll tell you that I love you.'

'Anywhere?'

'Of course. Anywhere.' John confirmed.

They fell into a gratifying slumber. Both the boys had a small smile plastered on their face while they slept. John was smiling because Sherlock finally understood how much he cared. Sherlock was pleased because for the first time since their relationship began he had complete and utter faith that John did whole heartedly love him. Him and no one else.