Sorry for the long wait on the next chapter. I'm going crazy right now. trying to graduate, my car being a p.o.s and possibly our house being sold on us...I've been a little stressed out. Anyway, here it is! Enjoy!

Chapter 13

Pressing a few more kisses to Sherlock's shoulder, John got off of the other's lap. He adjusted himself back into his trousers and went to the kitchen.

He came back with a damp cloth and cleaned up Sherlock's stomach.

The detective watched John with a sated smile on his face, before reaching out and pulling the doctor into a gentle kiss. He smiled against John's lips and murmured, "Thank you. For coming back. I was afraid you wouldn't."

John pulled away slightly and stared down at Sherlock. He chewed the inside of his lip a little and gave a gentle smile. He couldn't say that would have said no, given a start over. He would have said yes again. John's smile grew more and more. Yep, he would have definitely said yes again.

"You're welcome, and you know that I wouldn't have been able to tell you no," he murmured and leaned forward pressing another kiss to Sherlock's lips. The detective leaned forward and kissed John a little more firmly.

Humming against Sherlock's lips, the shorter man dropped the cloth on the floor and held on to Sherlock's face. Gently moving his thumbs over the edges of those gorgeous cheekbones. The kisses stayed gentle, lips brushing together slowly.

John's phone chirped, and he groaned a little frustrated. He rest his forehead against Sherlock's and murmurs, "Who the hell is texting me?" He sighed a little, "I should probably get that."

"No, don't," Sherlock stole a few more kisses, "stay with me." He wrapped his arms around John and pulled him back down on to his lap.

Grunting a little and smirking, John chuckled and murmured, "Sherlock, it could be something important. I should get that."

Shaking his head, Sherlock held his John into place. Keeping his arms tight around his waist, pressing kisses along his shoulder. John hummed softly and reveling in the feel of Sherlock's lips on his skin. His large hands holding on to his back, and feeling his breath against his skin.

John moaned softly as Sherlock's lips migrated to his neck and gently nipped at it. He tilted his head slightly and groaned in frustration hearing his phone go off again, then the door bell.

Pulling back slightly John looked at Sherlock and murmured, "Gotta answer the door." Frowning and nodding, Sherlock loosened his arms from John and let him up.

After, the detective adjusted his pants, and buttoned his shirt back up. He moved his eyes over John's torso as the skin was slowly covered by his shirt. Sighing a little, John opened the door to the flat, and went down stairs.

He wasn't sure what to think about what he discovered. Greg stood there in front of the door with a small frown. Swaying slightly, he leaned against the door and watched John for a moment before slurring, "Everything okay with you 'n' Sherlock?"

Raising an eyebrow John watched Greg curiously, "Greg? Are you drunk?" He shifted on his feet a little.

"I've had a couple of drinks, yes, but I'm not drunk," he slurred again slipped against the door casing before righting himself.

John huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose a little, "Come inside, I'll call you a cab to go home." He opened the door and let Greg in. "Why would you ask if Sherlock and I were okay anyway?"

Greg followed John upstairs, putting most of his weight against the railing of the stairs, "Well, I saw the way you two were acting today at the crime scene. I know that usually there is tension when he's around, but it seemed different today."

John let him into the flat and Sherlock raised a questioning eyebrow seeing Greg come in. "Have a seat," John offered motioning to the couch and grabbed his cell phone calling a cab for Greg.

After John put his phone away and watched Greg curiously. Sherlock walked by John and went to the kitchen to occupy himself. "Why would you care how Sherlock and I were doing anyway?" John asked, slightly hoping that Sherlock would be lost in what he was doing. Evidently Sherlock got the hint and he wandered into the bathroom and took a shower.

"You know that I still care John," Greg murmured quietly, "I just don't want Sherlock to hurt you again. I saw what that did to you, I don't want to see it happen again." He looked up at John.

John dragged a hand though his hair and shook his head a little, "Look, Greg. Sherlock and I were just having a...misunderstanding, and everything's fine. It's...fine."

"No John. It's not fine. I hate that he did that too you. The way you stormed off that crime scene today, was obviously not a good thing."

Greg started to get a little more tense and stood up, watching John, "I know how Sherlock gets, I just don't want him hurting you. I don't want you to just settle."

Just...settle. John just stared at Greg like he grew a third eye and cocked his head a little. "Wait, wait...just settle? Just settle," John's voice rose a little as he got frustrated, "I am not just settling. I have lived with this man for quite sometime and we have an amazing friendship. He was the one that was there for me when no one else was! We have been through so much..."

"And what about me John," Greg almost yelled back, "what about when Sherlock left you, and you had no one else?" He furrowed his brow and almost glared at John.

John bit his lip to stop from yelling more at Greg. He took a breath, glanced at the floor then back at Greg.

Mrs. Hudson called up from down stairs that a cab was here.

"I think you better go," John murmured quietly.

Greg clenched his jaw a little and gave a quick, "Yeah. Alright, just make sure your boyfriend gets back to me about the case."

John ground his teeth together, and closed his eyes. He let out a huff, and jumped a little feeling long arms wrap around him. "Everything okay John?" Sherlock asked quietly against his ear.

Leaning back against Sherlock's chest, John just nodded and murmured, "Everything's just fantastic."

Sherlock let out a little huff and kissed John's neck, "You're lying. Greg cause problems?"

"Hm? No, it's fine, everything's fine," John murmured quietly.

Sherlock turned the doctor around in his arms and stared at him carefully. He furrowed his brow a little murmuring, "He's jealous, isn't he?"

Staring up at those gorgeous green eyes John answered, "Yeah, I think he is."

The detective gave a small frown and kissed John's forehead, "He'll be alright darling. Don't worry." Sherlock pulled John tight against him, and the doctor buried his face into Sherlock's neck.

I feel like I made Greg stray from character. *shrugs* I regret nothing. Maybe I'll make him and Molly hook up. Or Mycroft. I don't know. I hate heart broken characters. Tell me what you think or if you wanna see something happen!

I hope you liked it! I love you all!