A/N: Copernicus part 3/3. Warning! Mild(?) sexy times live in this update! They breathe fire and burn young eyes; keep a bucket of water handy… or at best a bottle of water since they could just be room-temperature but either way – warning! Adult content! And an unsatisfactory ending in my mind... couldn't get it right.

Disclaimer: No cats were harmed in the writing of this drabble (and in the drabble, for that matter).

The Pet

There was an exciting rush at getting thrown against a hallway wall, being kissed like the cure for cancer were hidden inside your mouth and the heat vibrating off your body the last source in the world. It was an extremely elated feeling like… well like a high, almost better.

Then the young detective felt his lip painfully bitten before being quickly sucked into submission; felt his heated erection grinding against the abdomen of his lover… he decided it was indeed better than that artificial rush he had craved years before.

There was a heady thrill that came with falling with someone –pushing someone – onto a bed and biting their neck like a teenager in their first drunken snog. Every sound which erupted from that long, graceful line of muscles and tubes caused John's heart beat to stutter and skip as if he was suffering from arrhythmia.

He didn't give a shite that it was incurable.

Clothes were quickly lost, forgotten like trivial facts or the solar system; niceties were thrown to hell like self-preservation or gossip. Hands scathed skin and raised mountainous regions of goose-bumps, crafted out of mole-hill nerve endings; creating landscape with only teeth, tongue, lips and hands. It was fast and hard but when that pale body arched under the touch of calloused hands on sensitized skin, like a record slowing they now played at a 33bpm speed.

Pants turned liquid and flowing, gasps for air and kisses turned drowning. Strong fingers brushed curled brunette hair lightly against a pale jaw; Sherlock shivered and gasped involuntarily. Chapped lips made contact with a broad collar-bone, kissing, licking and sucking; drawing out a moan from John as he felt the trembles run through both their bodies. There was a slide of naked skin, sweat and sex permeating the air in a delicious mix…

It would have been perfect if Sherlock's hand hadn't collided startlingly with a sleeping ball of fur, thus causing said ball to screech; this caused a chain reaction. Jumping cat lead to jumping detective which led to the doctor being effectively pushed off the bed, landing hard on the wood floor.

Sherlock gave John a mocking smile as the shorter man glared at the cat - the lazy animal now sleeping on the floor - and informed his lover, "you're the one who wanted to keep it."

Turning his glare to Sherlock, dark blue eyes dilated once again. Ruffled detectives were become more and more attractive... moving with a speed he had forgotten he possessed, John picked up the cat, successfully locked it out of the room and returned to the wonderfully warm body.

Using his teeth and tongue to draw a moan from that lovingly bruised pale neck, his voice rumbled against Sherlock's skin and the detective felt the smile:

"Idiot."