AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hey, sorry for the lack of update in 24 hours like promised but I had a really rough night and just couldn't get to writing until this morning but I tried. Please let me know what you think of the chapter and as always any suggestions/things you want to see are welcome.
Sorry for those of you who wanted roleplay in this chapter, you'll just have to wait ;)
Make sure to listen to the song in this chapter it's important!
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Sherlock's mouth seemed unable to form words as he continue to stare at his boyfriend, the suit hugging him in all the right places. John laughed and kissed Sherlock on the cheek before moving towards the door.
"We should probably go if you have reservations dontcha think?"
Sherlock was shaken from his thoughts, nodding as they walked out to the street, a black car waiting for them. John smiled and couldn't help feeling giddy when Sherlock held the door open for him before sliding in himself.
"So, what type of food are we getting?"
"John, it's a secret, you'll find out soon."
"Fine. So...I take it you like my suit?" John had a wry smile as he intertwined his fingers with Sherlock's.
"Words cannot describe how you look tonight John."
John blushed as Sherlock's intense gaze landed on him before looking away. "John." A single long finger found its way under John's chin to turn his face towards Sherlock. "I love you so much, don't ever forget that. You are so amazing, and you are the most handsome man I've ever had the pleasure to meet. I look forward to the looks we'll get tonight from all of the jealous individuals who wish they had you in their company."
John was left speechless but was saved by the car pulling to a stop. Sherlock smiled and held the door open for John once again before moving into the restaurant.
"Reservation for Holmes."
"Ah, right this way Mr. Holmes. It's good to see you again." The host grabbed two menus and moved to the private lounge in the back of the establishment. "There are curtains that can be drawn closed if you so please. May I interest you in any wine this evening to start?"
"Yes thank you. A bottle of Château Ducru-Beaucaillou."
"Right away sir."
Sherlock turned and looked at John, a kind smile on his lips as he watched the way the warm light of the restaurant and candlelight from the table played across his tanned skin and made the gold in his hair even more noticeable.
"What?"
"Just thinking about how beautiful you are."
John looked surprised and blushed. "Well thank you Sherlock. You're quite amazing yourself." He smiled and reached across the table to twine their fingers together.
Both men silently flipped through their menus until the wine arrived. Sherlock declined the waiters help and poured he and John a glass before raising it in toast.
"To the most amazing man I have ever met. The man who can make me eat and sleep when I'm supposed to, who seems so ordinary to the idiots of the world but is an ever glowing beacon of light in the darkness that was my life. To my boyfriend and lover. But most importantly, to my heart, my soulmate. I love you John. To you, and to us."
John felt tears beginning to form behind his eyes and couldn't help the watery smile he give Sherlock as they clinked their glasses and drank. "Sherlock you are so amazing tonight; you're always so brilliant, but tonight, to see this side of you. I can't express how I'm feeling right now other than overwhelmingly happy. I love you so much Sherlock."
The boys sat and talked in hushed whispers about nothing in particular, just the game, their days and school, feet playing under the table, hands gently stroking each other on the top.
John took another sip of his wine before groaning lightly. "Sherlock when is the waiter coming to take our orders? I'm starved."
Sherlock gave John a mischievous smile before glancing at the cart now being pushed towards their table, two large silver platters with covers on top of it.
"Here we are gentlemen. Everything is as you requested Mr. Holmes. Enjoy your meal." The waiter placed the platters in front of them and removed the lids.
"Well? What do you think?" Sherlock's voice was barely containing its excitement as he looked from the lasagna and meatballs in front of John and chicken cacciatore in front of himself and back up to John.
"Sherlock...is this?"
"The same meal we had on our first date? Yes. I mean the wine is different but this one is for romance."
"Sherlock this is...god this is amazing."
The look of satisfaction on Sherlock's face faltered slightly as John stood and moved around the table to him.
"Sherlock..." John breathed the words barely above a whisper before leaning in to capture his lips in a slow kiss.
Their lips moved against each other, saying everything they felt and couldn't put into words before they pulled apart and rested their foreheads together.
"John...John I have something for you." Sherlock's voice was low and secretive, like a conspiracy between just them.
John nodded and watched as Sherlock reached into his jacket to pull out a tiny envelope, opening it and pouring the contents into his palm. Silver gray eyes looked up at John as his right hand was taken and held, a cool slide of metal against his ring finger making him shiver.
"Ok John. You can look." Sherlock still lightly held John's hand, carefully watching for signs of reaction.
John's eyes took in the new object appraisingly. A basic silver band with engraved hands on it holding a heart, a crown sitting atop it, all of it facing towards him.
"Sherlock I-"
"It's a claddagh ring John. Hands signify friendship, the crown loyalty, and the heart love. To wear it on your right hand with the point of the heart facing towards you signifies you are in a committed relationship, that you heart has been captured. I have a second, and if you return this sentiment, this commitment, you can place mine." Sherlock's voice faltered towards the end, unsure of himself but he reached into his jacket once more and pulled out a matching ring and handed it to John.
John leaned down and cupped Sherlock's face, kissing him softly, their lips barely brushing. He rested their foreheads together and looked down at his hand hold Sherlock's while slipping the ring onto it.
"Sherlock Holmes, I love you so very, very much." John smiled and kissed Sherlock again before nudging his shoulder. "Now, budge over so we can eat. I want to hold your hand under the table like a couple of teenagers."
Sherlock laughed and slid over on the bench, pulling John's food and wine over so they could sit together. Both men sat in silence, eating and drinking their wine, legs bumping under the table, hands intertwined with thumbs rubbing over wherever they could, occasionally stealing glances at each other and smiling all over again.
Once the bill arrived Sherlock stood and donned his Belstaff and scarf, making sure to leave a generous tip before offering his arm for John to take. "Shall we?"
"Onwards!" John giggled as he looped his arm in Sherlock's and they once more climbed into the black car.
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Sherlock waited until he had hung up his scarf and Belstaff in the living room before moving up behind John and wrapping his arms around his waist, kissing softly at the back of his neck.
"Mm, hello."
"I have another surprise for you, it's in the bedroom." Sherlock continued peppering butterfly kisses across the back of John's neck before putting his hand on the small of his back and leading him towards their bedroom.
Sherlock stepped in front of John at the door and hovered a hand over the knob before looking over his shoulder at him. "Are you ready?"
"Yes luv, I'm ready." John placed a gentle hand on Sherlock's shoulder and stepped into the door past him once it swung open.
John walked into the room and was once again left speechless with the sight before him. Bureaus and bedside tables were covered in tea lights giving the room a romantic lighting, a trail of rose petals led from the door to the bed where there were a few scattered across it. The room had been cleaned spotless and smelt of roses and amber, new black silk sheets and pillow cases had been put on the bed with a black and gray comforter atop looking fluffy and inviting.
John felt long arms circle his waist and more soft kisses being peppered across his neck as dexterous fingers unbuttoned his suit jacket before pulling it off of his shoulders. When John finally turned around Sherlock was standing behind him also missing his suit jacket and staring at him with heat and love in his eyes.
"Sherlock this is...this is the most amazing thing anyone's ever done for me."
"You deserve this and more John. You deserve the world and I'm going to do everything in my power to give it to you."
Sherlock stepped forward and cupped John's face, pausing to look into the rich cobalt of his eyes before leaning in to press their lips together. John let himself be slowly led backwards to the bed and once his legs hit the frame Sherlock pulled back and gently lowered him to sit before kneeling. Sherlock's hands traced down John's thighs and calves through his trousers before slipping off his dress shoes and placing them under the bed along with his socks.
Sherlock stood and took his own socks and shoes off, putting them next to John's before laying John on his back. "I'm going to make love to you tonight John. I'm going to watch you come undone beneath me and lose myself in it alongside you."
John took in a shuddery breath and nodded, eyes showing everything he felt. Sherlock smiled and ran a hand down John's face before retrieving a controller from the bedside drawer and hitting a red button on it. John wasn't sure where it was coming from but suddenly music was filling the room now seeming to come from everywhere around them, the slow sound of 'Flaws' by Bastille making him smile warmly up at Sherlock.
Sherlock blushed and put the controller back before looking back at his boyfriend. John reached out a hand for Sherlock and spoke gently.
"Come here luv."
Sherlock slowly crawled over John and felt his heart rate pick up at the warm smile he received as strong hands ran down his back. Sherlock dipped his head and kissed John, forearms pressed to either side of his head and the feeling of hands in his curls. The kiss deepened and tongues moved against each other, exploring and caressing.
The kissing continued as clothes were slowly removed and dropped onto the floor leaving both men in just pants before Sherlock pulled away panting.
"You're so handsome John." Sherlock traced his hands over John's shoulders and chest down to his abs and just under the band of his pants before moving to either side of his head.
Soft lips and a hot tongue nipped, kissed, and licked John's neck, his whimpers and moans driving Sherlock on as he moved down to his collar bone and chest. John writhed under the lithe body of his boyfriend under the assault of his mouth, a soft keening noise elicited when soft lips closed around his nipple leaving him breathless. Sherlock moved to the other nipple and his hands travelled down, pulling John's boxer briefs down and off, adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor.
"Sherlock!"
Cupid's bow lips closed around John's erection and that clever tongue was doing unspeakable things to the head of his cock as his mouth bobbed along the length. Sherlock pulled off after a few sucks and turned John onto his stomach.
"Hands and knees John."
John complied and his body tingled with excitement and nervousness with what was to come. He felt the soft press of lips to his hip before his arse cheeks were spread and expecting a finger, John gasped at the slick feel of tongue against his hole.
"Oh God! Sherlock!" John moaned and writhed and pushed back against Sherlock's wicked mouth before his hips were held fast by large hands.
"Shhh, relax John." Sherlock kissed a firm arse cheek before moving back to nuzzle between the pert globes.
John moaned and whimpered as Sherlock's hot tongue loosened his entrance and worked its way into the tight ring of muscle, long laps from his puckered hole to the base of his spine making his body quiver. The sudden absence of hot, wet heat made John squirm but he soon stilled when a lube slicked finger pressed into him followed quickly by a second as they scissored him open.
Sherlock pulled his fingers out and sat back on his haunches. "Lie on your back John."
Breathless, panting and body feeling both on fire and like it was melting John obeyed the soothing baritone of his boyfriend and flipped over. Sherlock took in the appearance of his lover: blonde hair sticking up in random directions, eyes nearly black with blown out pupils, flush spreading across his chest, neck and face, erection hard against his stomach, pre-cum leaking steadily from the tip...he was perfect.
Sherlock slowly kissed his way from John's ankles up to his lips where their lips met tenderly before he pulled back and braced himself above him. Hips lined up, there was a slight pressure against his entrance and then John was being filled with Sherlock's cock, both men hissing at the overwhelming sensation of being connected in the most intimate way once again.
The sound of skin slapping against skin and heavy breathing intermingling with moans was all that was heard in the room mixed in with the sounds of 'Flaws' on repeat. John pressed up as tight as he could against Sherlock and crashed their mouths together, legs wrapped around his waist, erection trapped between their abdomens. One hand fisted into dark curls dampened with sweat, the other grabbing onto a pert arse cheek pulling him further into him before suddenly John was cumming, thick streams of it pooling against their stomachs and chests. Sherlock pulled back and watched the pleasure play across John's face before he too toppled over the edge and they both collapsed on each other breathing heavy.