Author's Note:
I think this chapter is rather cute all around!
Sherlock smirked again, as he wiped his hand on the sheets below them. He shifted slightly. "You okay Love?" He had been a little rougher than intended but there were times he got so excited, he just kept going faster and harder without realizing it.
John exhaled shakily into the pillow beneath his head, managing a bit of a smile. "Should be," he replied in a whisper. Moving any of his limbs seemed like too much of a task but he forced himself to lift an arm up and lazily drape it across Sherlock. It was the most he could do because moving off of his stomach seemed like too much of a task. "You have got a strong jaw," he commented with a small snort.
Another smirk crossed his lips, even though John couldn't see it now. "You didn't seem to mind," he murmured into his husband's side. He pressed into John a bit closer, always enjoying being close to his husband like this. Whether it was before, after or even during sex. "Love you." He was content with just laying on the floor with John, with minimum movement.
"I don't mind a lot of things when your dick is inside me," John stated calmly, a bit of laughter in his voice. He sighed and let his eyes close for a long moment. Having Sherlock pressed into his side was rather nice and he would be perfectly content to lay here all day with his husband. "Love you too," he whispered with a small smile. He groaned and lifted a leg, wincing at the pain he was already feeling, and wrapped it around Sherlock the best he could.
Sherlock gave a small laugh at that and then shook his head. "I can't help myself. You are just so adorable I can't keep myself from wanting to do things to you." He lifted an arm to begin running his fingers over John's chest and stomach lightly. "I wish we could just stay down here all day but Thomas has school this morning, so the children will probably be up a little early."
John shivered from the touch, hissing slightly as he squeezed his eyes shut. Any sort of touch from his husband was over-sensitized and it felt like Sherlock's hand was on fire. "'M not adorable," he muttered with a small cough. Still getting over whatever had been going around the family, apparently. "But I like that you can't keep your hands to yourself. Makes me feel good about myself, really." He smiled sheepishly, a blush spreading across his cheeks.
Damn. John still had a cough. "When it comes time to get up, you just go to the bedroom and I will take care of the kids Love." Sherlock dropped his hand to from his husband's chest in favor of holding hands. He gave John's a gentle squeeze. He moved his head slightly so he could give little kisses along his husband's side.
Back to the bedroom? John narrowed his eyes for a long moment, biting his bottom lip. They usually both got the kids ready for the day, helped Thomas with breakfast before school. He didn't want to lay down and make Sherlock do all of it. "You sure?" He whispered with a small frown. Despite his clear dislike of the plan it was clear he knew that he needed the rest. After that rough shagging he didn't really have much of another option except laying down and relaxing.
Sherlock paused mid kiss to look up at John. "Of course I am sure. You are still getting over being sick Love and I just shagged you into next week." A proud smirk played upon his lips for a moment before he resumed placing light kisses up and down his husband's side. It had been awhile since he had lavished John with small kisses like this. He figured his husband deserved it.
John snorted slightly and closed his eyes, not being able to help the fact that his breath hitched slightly at the feeling of Sherlock's mouth on his side. They were light, sweet. God, they were so amazing and the attention was so amazingly welcomed. "I like that," he whispered as goose bumps raced across his skin at the kisses. "Also, I don't think I will need to be shagged until next week. You did such a thorough job," he muttered with a smirk.
"Good," Sherlock murmured as he continued the kisses. He smirked again even though John couldn't see it. Moments like this were the ones he enjoyed with his husband the most. Just being close. Snuggling. Light touches and kisses. He never thought he would enjoy such things out of life, but now he cherished every single time things like this happened. "I love you," he whispered softly against John's skin.
John tensed slightly and let out a small sigh, the hand on Sherlock's back curling slightly as he twisted and pressed his skin against his husband's lips. "I love you too," he replied in a hushed tone. Every bit of this was perfect. How in the world had this man been so bloody cold and distant to people his entire life? That meant that his entire life nobody had experienced the love of Sherlock, the immense amount of emotion the man actually had. "I can't believe I am lucky enough to be married to you."
"I am the lucky one." Sherlock really believed that. Without John he would have been alone the rest of his life. No husband. No children. No family. His husband had brought about changes he didn't think himself possible of. He supposed the potential had been there all along but John had been the reason he had even tried at all. There wasn't anyone else worth it, in his opinion.
John found that statement entirely too hard to believe but in lieu of an argument he relaxed and let Sherlock continue everything he had been doing with his mouth. Soft kisses on his side, hushed conversation. It was all nearly too perfect. Who knew they would find that in a bloody basement that had once been part of a horrid plot before they had even got it through their thick skulls that they loved each other? "I am clearly getting the better end of the deal," he muttered playfully.
Sherlock smirked and looked back up to John, mischief in his eyes. "I could always even the playing field." The smirk got bigger, and he moved them both so he could straddle his husband and snog the hell out of the man below him. The kiss was slow but passionate. There wasn't anything sexual about his kiss or movements, he simply desired to make out with John for a bit before the children were awake. Who knew the next time he would have time to do so?
John responded eagerly, opening his mouth without any sort of fight to give his husband more room. He exhaled through his nose against Sherlock's cheek, biting gently on his bottom lip as they continued to kiss. Certainly evening the playing field. Sherlock was one bloody good kisser and it sometimes shocked him that his husband hadn't kissed anybody before him. Both of his hands moved to frame his husband's face, sliding down his neck slowly.
Sherlock continued the kiss for awhile, breathing through his nose until he finally had to break for normal air intake. He smiled down at John, a hand moving to comb through his husband's hair lightly. He leaned down again, kissing along John's jaw line gently.
John smirked a bit as he tilted his head back to give his husband more access to his neck. "I love the attention," he whispered with a soft groan. God, Sherlock's mouth should be illegal. "But why me? Why can't I do this to you?" He ran a hand through his husband's hair slowly and exhaled. "I love you. I love you so much, Sherlock."
Sherlock raised his eyebrows and gave a slight shrug, but continued to kiss John. "You can if you want," he finally murmured into his husband's neck. He stopped the kisses, rolled, and pulled his husband with him gently so that John would be on top. "There. Now you have me where you want me." He smirked up at his husband.
John smiled down at Sherlock, a small blush spreading across his cheeks. Control. He had a bit of control. He exhaled slowly and lowered his mouth to his husband's throat, placing several slow kisses down to Sherlock's collarbones. "Love your body," he mumbled. "So fucking beautiful. Look at you." He spread his hand wide and gently ran it down his husband's stomach.
Sherlock shivered in pleasure from the touches and kisses. He closed his eyes in contentment, with a small hum of appreciation. "You are a wonderful husband Love." He opened his and smiled up at John. One hand reached up to run through his husband's hair lightly.
John snorted because he wasn't, really. He was constantly jealous, a bit selfish when it came to making love...but he figured Sherlock had yet to notice. "You are better," he whispered with a smirk as his lips moved down to his husband's collarbones and placed slow kissed across them. "Always pay attention to me and the kids. Sherlock, you're so bloody amazing. How did I get you?" He titled his head and started to place kisses down Sherlock's side, stopping near the top to his rib to start marking his skin.
Sherlock smirked up at John. "Naturally. I am amazing and perfect." He closed his eyes again with a soft moan. At this rate he was going to get another erection. Well, maybe. Everything was feeling so amazing. His hand continued to run through his husband's hair, scratching lightly here and there.
John continued to suck at his husband's skin, pulling away for a breath and admiring the deep red mark over the top if his husband's ribs. "And you settled for me," he whispered with a smile, moving to place a quick kiss in Sherlock's lips. "I'm the luckiest man alive. I get to talk to you whenever I want, fall asleep with you. I love you," he whispered with a smile before starting a slower, more passionate kiss with his husband.
Sherlock returned the kiss, both arms moving to wrap around John's waist. This was indeed a good way to start the day. Hopefully nothing would come along and disrupt it. His fingers trailed along his husband's back lightly, his body arching up into John automatically.
"Boys?" John tensed at that voice, pulling away from Sherlock's lips and quickly covering both of them the best he could with one of the blankets. Mrs. Hudson appeared around the corner with a knowing smile, seemingly calm despite their position. "We have one very awake little princess in my flat asking where Dada and Papa are." There was a long pause before she raised an eyebrow. "John, have been working out, haven't you? Sherlock, you lucky boy."
John blushed furiously and dropped his head. "Thanks, Mrs. Hudson, we'll be right up." He cleared his throat and refused to look up at his husband because the man would probably just laugh at how red he was.
Damn it. Sherlock knew something was going to happen to disrupt this wonderful moment. He would have grumbled about it but the look his husband's face made him smirk. "Oh John my Love." He shook his head a bit still smirking. "Guess its back upstairs for us."
"Embarrassing," John muttered with a bit of a smile, glancing at Sherlock as the tips of his ears gradually turned red. "The last thing I need is Mrs. Hudson commenting on my body." He coughed slightly and bit his bottom lip. Everything was slowly starting to hit him. The soreness was creeping up his lower back. "I have been working out, though. Can you tell?" It was unspoken that he had done it mostly for Sherlock. The pudge he'd developed on his stomach had even been brought up by Amy at one point.
"Well, I find it amusing." The smirk on Sherlock's face never faltered. "And of course I noticed." The smirk finally turned into a warm smile. "You look very dashing and adorable. I am indeed 'a lucky boy' as Mrs. Hudson so aptly put it." Once more the smirk returned as he slowly got up. "You should go lay down Love. If I had to be on bed rest while sick, then so do you."
John chuckled slightly and slowly stood up. Definitely feeling it all. He coughed into his arm and grabbed his boxers, slipping them on. "Been running a lot," he muttered with another cough. Maybe he wasn't feeling as good as he thought. "Want to help get Thomas ready for school." He always helped the boy, made him breakfast. He swayed slightly on his feet and managed to catch himself before looking at his husband. "Okay. Bed," he managed a shaky smile.
With a bit of searching Sherlock found the boxers he had worn, even though they were John's. He watched his husband with worried eyes, eyebrows knitted together. "Come on Love. I will clean up down here when Amy goes down for her afternoon nap." He took John's hand and guided his husband up to the bedroom gently.
John followed his husband without question, crawling into their bed and immediately embracing Sherlock's pillow. "Sorry," he muttered with a small cough, studying Sherlock from the mattress. "Love you."
Amy crawled up the stairs, looking up at Sherlock as she stood in nothing but her underwear. "Papa," she sniffed and rubbed at her eyes. "I wetted the bed and puts all the blankies by the wash with my 'jamas and changed into new 'wears."
Sherlock gave John a smile before walking into the living room and smiling down at little Sandi. "What a big girl you are Sweetie." Thomas must have moved them upstairs to their bedroom at some point since the children had fallen asleep on the couch. "Are you hungry? Or do you want to watch cartoons until Thomas is ready to eat?"
Amy sniffed again and took a deep breath, shifting on her feet before walking slowly into Sherlock and John's room. Without hesitation she pulled the bottom drawer of their dresser open and grabbed one of John's jumpers, eagerly slipping it on despite the fact that it was far bigger than anything she would ever wear. She smiled warmly up at Sherlock and lifted her arms up, dwarfed extremely by the sleeves on the jumper. "Telly," she stated softly as John groaned from the bed and turned slowly. "An then we can eats with 'Mas."
Sherlock smirked as he watched little Sandi put on John's jumper. He picked her up immediately, went to the couch and sat down with her in his lap. He gave Amy the remote, so she could pick whatever cartoons were on. It didn't really matter to him either way since there were few shows he watched anyway, let alone kids shows.
Amy struggled slightly with the remote, looking back at Sherlock with her eyebrows drawn together before she dropped the remote down the front of her jumper and then grabbed it easily with her hands. She pulled her head down into the jumper as well, easily turning the telly on and going straight to her favorite channel. It was on commercial but it hardly bothered her and she watched with rapt attention, only her eyes over the collar of the jumper, as several 'My Little Pony' toys were featured.
Sherlock couldn't help but smirk as he watched Amy fiddle with the remote. He probably should have helped her with it since she was wearing John's jumper but little Sandi seemed to have it now. "Baby Girl, can I take your picture? I bet Dada would feel a lot better if he got to see you smiling in his jumper." The picture was too cute to pass up and he was certain John would like it.
Amy turned slowly in Sherlock's lap, not bothering to move her head any farther from the jumper. "Course!" She declared with a bit of a nod, curling her entire body into the gray and navy striped jumper. Only her eyes were over the collar, bright and expectant as she looked up at Sherlock. "Is Dada sicks a'cause of me?"
Sherlock smiled as he pulled out his mobile and made sure she was ready before taking the picture. "No Baby Girl. Dada is sick because of me." It was probably true because John had insisted on sleeping in the same bed as him when he had been sick. He sent the photo to his husband's mobile with the caption: 'Thought maybe this might make you feel better.'
Amy mumbled something into the jumper before dropping her head completely into it, leaning forward to rest against Sherlock's chest. She mumbled something again before huffing and popping her head out of the jumper. "What does it feels like to be in love?" She tilted her head back curiously, bottom lip tugged between her teeth. "A'cause 'Mas was watchings a show yesterday and they falled in love an' you and Dada, you's in love, so's...what's it like?"
Wasn't Amy supposed to be watching cartoons? "Well, it is a bit hard to explain Baby Girl. It is a wonderful feeling though." Sherlock really wasn't sure it was possible to say what it was like, or maybe he was just the wrong person to ask. "It is one of those things you just know." He heard the shower going. Thomas must be up and getting ready for school then. "Want to help me cook breakfast?" There. Maybe he could distract little Sandi with something else.
Amy glared up at him for a long moment before breaking into giggles. "Papa, I doesn't think I can cook with Dada's jumper on. He's big and I's small. Probably won't work," she whispered with another wave of giggles. She snuggled right back into Sherlock's chest, curling into the jumper with a small sigh. "So you loves Dada a lot, right? You won't ever leave him?"
Sherlock couldn't help but laugh. "I suppose you are right Baby Girl." Her question made him furrow his brows as he slowly shook his head. "Of course I love Dada. I am never going to leave him, I promise." He gave little Sandi a reassuring smile. He couldn't imagine ever leaving John.
Amy seemed content with that answer, studying Sherlock for a long moment before looking at the telly over her shoulder. "You is nice to snuggle with," she said softly into the jumper, still not looking at her Papa. "Warm," she added with a small nod. The show had captured her attention as fairies flew across the screen in bright colors. "I wants to be a fairy," she said softly.
Sherlock smirked at that. "Your Dada thinks I make for good snuggling too." Right. Why wouldn't little Sandi want to be a fairy? Too early in her childhood to tell her fairies weren't real, right?
Thomas came in the living room and went straight to the kitchen. Probably easier just to make something on his own.
Amy opened her mouth to speak again and paused. Footsteps. That meant Thomas was awake. She looked up at Sherlock for a long moment, biting her bottom lip before sliding from his lap. "Papa! 'Mas is awake!" She tripped slightly over the end of the jumper but managed to catch herself and continued into the kitchen. "'Mas! Can I's make you breaksfast?"
Sherlock picked Amy up and carried her to the kitchen. "I can make breakfast for you two." He sat Amy down in her chair and after moment of hesitation Thomas nodded and sat down too. Good. Now...what did John usually cook? Eggs and toast? He went to the fridge and got out the food and started to cook.
Amy shifted in her chair and looked at Thomas, studying his school uniform curiously. "'Mas, those isn't your clothes," she stated simply. A small smile tugged at her lips and she giggled. "You's look handsome, though." The jumper slipped slightly on her shoulders and she hiccuped. "Eggs?" She asked Sherlock softly.
"Scrambled eggs with cheese and raisin toast. " Sherlock smiled even though his back was to the kids.
"These are the clothes I wear to school every day Sis." Thomas said with a smirk. "Besides, you are the one wearing Dada's jumper."
Amy giggled and buried her face into John's jumper. "'S warm." She declared with a small hiccup. She kept her eyes locked intently on her brother. "That's weird. Does I has to go to school that has 'forms?" She raised a brow curiously before glancing at Sherlock's back. "You looks like Papa when you smirk."
Thomas beamed proudly at Amy. He had been trying to look like Daddy smirking for awhile. "I don't know Sis, maybe. If you go to a private school like I do then probably." He didn't really like the school he went to. He didn't really have any friends there and he usually kept to himself. Other people were stupid anyways.
"I really wants to go to school," Amy mumbled as she kicked her feet back and forth and sighed. She opened her mouth and bit down gently on the neck line of the jumper, tugging it up with a small growl. "Does I gets to go to school soon, 'Mas? Can I goes to school with you?"
Sherlock put the plates in front of the kids and then a fork. He had cut little Sandi's slice of toast into fourths instead of just in half, so it would be easier to eat. He had made an egg and piece of toast for himself as well. Once he gave Thomas a glass of apple juice, he gave a sippy cup of juice to Amy. After the children were taken care of, he finally sat down to eat with them.
"I go to an all boys school Sis. So, you can't come with me. Sorry." Thomas gave a small shrug and began eating. "I didn't start school until I was five but maybe Papa and Dada will put you into preschool before primary school." Another shrug followed by a forkful of eggs.
Amy accepted her sippy cup without question, drinking from it eagerly. She had to hold it with both hands, still completely covered by the long sleeves of John's jumper. She watched Sherlock over her lid as she sucked loudly at the juice, swallowing it in greedy gulps. Her attention was averted slightly when a laugh came from the bedroom. Dada. She wiggled her feet slightly, burping slightly around the lid.
John shifted on the bed, holding the mobile above his face as he replied to the most adorable picture of Amy he was fairly sure he'd ever seen.
She clearly got the idea of being adorable from you. Look at her hiding from the camera. -JW
He coughed several times, groaning at the pain that shot through his body. He slowly started another text.
Don't think we can shag for a while. -JW
Sherlock was about to take his first bite when he felt his mobile go off shortly after hearing John's laugh from the bedroom. He pulled it out and sent a text back, after a small wince from reading the second one.
You are the adorable one, remember? My Mum thinks so, you calling her a liar? -SH
He managed a faint smirk as he gave his husband a hard time. He then took a moment before he finally replied to the second message. He was such a stupid, selfish lover sometimes.
I'm sorry Love. -SH
John read the second text and frowned slightly. He could imagine Sherlock feeling horrid right now, sitting at the table and wishing he hadn't shagged his husband in the slightest. That was definitely not what John wanted.
I loved it. Don't be sorry. This soreness? My favorite thing in the world. Bit of proof that my husband loves me so much that he can't bloody control himself. People should be jealous. -JW
As much fun as it was to joke around with Sherlock he knew that he needed to make sure his husband didn't think anything negative had happened. John needed to take care of his husband emotionally first. Joking could come later.
Your Mum thinks anything is adorable, though. I'm on a rather long list, probably near the bottom. -JW
Sherlock read the messages and was quiet a thoughtful while, eating the food in front of him without really realizing it. He could feel Thomas staring at him and he turned to give the boy a reassuring smile.
Thomas is onto us I think, you should see the look he is giving me. -SH
John brought his eyebrows together for a moment, reading the text several times. On to them? They had gone all the way to the bloody basement to shag, how in the world could the boy know anything? He shifted, winced, and typed out a reply.
You mean you think he knows about this morning? I blame you. Bloody genius runs in the family apparently. -JW
Sherlock glanced back to Thomas after reading John's text, before replying.
Yeah, I think snuck back upstairs too many times. Children didn't stay on the couch last night. Thomas moved them upstairs and Baby Girl wet the bed. Guess it is better it wasn't the couch. - SH
"Daddy, do you have my lunch packed?" Thomas was done eating and he put his dirty dishes into the sink.
John let his head plop against his pillow dramatically. Sometimes he did feel a hit horrible that Thomas would know they were shagging. Hell, the kid was young and probably shouldn't have known about any of it. But he and Sherlock were adults. Married. They couldn't just not shag.
Does he look upset? I always feel...I dunno, guilty. -JW
Amy shifted, glanced at Thomas, and grinned. "'Mas saided thats you and Dada wrestled this morning a'cause you is happy and maded breaksfast." She nodded proudly and took a large bite of toast.
Lunch. Right. Thomas needed to get to school.
Talk later. Got to get Thomas' lunch and to school. -SH
Sherlock got up and fixed a sandwich, added some crisps, a juice box and a small snack cake in a brown paper bag. "Uncle Mycroft's car is probably here. Be good and..."
"I know, I know. Don't talk to strangers." Thomas rolled his eyes with a sigh. He didn't understand why he had to be told that everyday. He gave his Daddy a hug, gave Amy a smile and wave before darting off downstairs.