Couple 1

In case you didn't pick up on it last chapter, every single thing about Mycroft Holmes and Greg Lestrade is awkward. Seriously. They're both very hesitant men and neither more than the other. They can hold a competition of who is more tentative to do anything and they'd be in a never ending draw. But the point is that eventually, eventually, they get where they need to be.

The couple is lying in bed after something you definitely don't need to know about. Don't get them wrong, it was good, great, amazing, fantast—ok, Greg, that'sreally enough adjectives. But it was and that's all you need to know.

So, like I said, they're lying in bed. They're lying side by side, hardly touching, still panting, and both staring at the ceiling. After almost ten minutes of silence, Greg speaks.

"So," is all he says.

"Hmm," Mycroft replies.

"That was—"

"I know."

More silence. Long silence. Greg reaches over to Mycroft and gently runs the top of his hand over Mycroft's chest. Mycroft quickly jumps and says, "I, uh, need to shower."

Greg stays in the bed and thinks to himself how he should be used to this by now. It's been a few years now and it never fails that Mycroft can't just lay there and let Greg touch him in any sort of way. Greg hasn't figured it out yet; he's not sure if it's the touching or the emotions or what-the-fuck-ever, and quite frankly, Greg is tired of it. He doesn't want to make Mycroft uncomfortable but he wants some kind of response.

Greg gets up from the bed and goes to the bathroom. He stands in the doorway for a minute, then he walks into the shower and steps in.

"Greg? What are you doing?" Mycroft asks.

Greg doesn't want to say anything. He doesn't want to say the wrong thing and he doesn't want to do the wrong thing, but he silently wraps his arms around Mycroft's waist and pulls him close.

"Greg?"

Greg still doesn't say anything, he just buries his face in Mycroft's neck.

"Are you ok?" Mycroft asks, resting his hands on Greg's shoulders.

"I'm fine."

"Then what are you doing?"

Greg lets Mycroft go, roughly pulls the shower curtain back, and leaves. He grabs a towel on his way out the door and goes back to their bed. He lays face down under the comforter and tries to fall asleep. Mycroft comes in about ten minutes later and gets in be next to him. He lays on his back with his hands under his head and stares at the ceiling.

He finally talks after a few minutes. "Greg?" Greg doesn't reply, so Mycroft asks if he's ok.

"Fine."

"You're obviously not fine."

"What a brilliant observation, Mycroft."

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong or am I going to have to deduce you? Because I know how much you hate that."

"At least you ask permission."

"It's not that difficult. You are angry after sex. You hugged me in the shower. You want to be near me."

"Fantastic, Mycroft, really," Greg sarcastically says.

Mycroft sighs, "You know it's just difficult for me, Greg. I've never been in the position to be near someone."

"Yeah," Greg turns over to face Mycroft. "But it's not difficult for me. It's me, Mycroft. I'm not some random guy off the street."

"I know, and I should be able to by now…I just can't."

"Why? Why can't you?"

"You don't understand."

"Try me."

Mycroft continues staring at the ceiling while Greg watches him. "I just want something," Greg says, snaking his hand down the bed to hold Mycroft's.

Mycroft takes Greg's hand then looks at Greg. "Nobody's ever cared before," Mycroft says.

"That's a shame. But if someone had, I probably wouldn't care so damn much."

At that, Mycroft rolls over and wraps his arms around Greg. He pulls Greg close and breaths in his ear. "I love you," he says, rubbing his nose against the side of Greg's head and kissing it.

Greg rolls onto his side and takes Mycroft tight. "I love you, too," Greg says.

Couple 2

"Brilliant, John!" Sherlock shouts as he comes down from his post-orgasm high. "Really, really fantastic. I don't know what I ever do without it. Promise me not to let me go without it again."

"That's what you said about a month ago and got a case two days later."

"I mean it this time. If I tell you no, hold me down. Force me. Tie me—" Sherlock pauses and his head snaps to look over at John, "Hey, that's an idea…"

"No, Sherlock. I'm not tying you up."

Sherlock pouts and rolls over to lay on his back. "Fantastic. Did I say that?"

"You did."

"I mean it. Every word." Sherlock is silent for a minute, then looks over at John. John is laying face down with his eyes closed and his limbs perfectly still. He has a blissful face and Sherlock wants to eat it all up. He pokes John in the ribs. John smiles.

"Stop it," John says.

"John." Sherlock pokes John again.

"Hmm?"

"Let's go get a case."

"You just came off a case."

"I want another. I don't know what you do to me. You clear my mind, John. I feel as though I can solve the next number of Pi."

"Go for it. Leave me here to rest."

"It's boring without you."

"Boring without me? You completely ignored me for how long during this last case?"

"I feel like a new man, John," he lays back and examines his hands and arms. "I don't know what you do to me."

"You should take a nap, love. I'm sure you're tired. When we wake up we'll go have dinner. My treat."

"It doesn't count as your treat if we go to Angelo's."

"I love Angelo's, ok?"

Sherlock silently examines his arms again, then after a minute or two he kicks and punches at the air above him, shaking his whole body and the bed beneath him.

"Hey, hey!" John scowls, "What are you doing?"

"John! I feel…I feel…I feel…" Sherlock rolls over to face John, "Hold me, John."

"Hold you?"

"Yes, hold me."

"How about you hold me? I can't move."

"You can. Just wrap your arm around me."

"What's all this about?" John smiles.

"I want to be near you. I want to be around you and in you and on you and…I want to absorb you, John." Sherlock nuzzles closer to John, as close as he can.

"You are in me. All the time, you nut. I think my heart beats in the two syllables of your name."

"It's two beats, 'duh-duh…duh-duh…'" Sherlock states, "Of course it does."

"That's not it. It's that when I can feel my heart beating, I hear, 'Sher-lock…Sher-lock…'"

"I think I…yes, yes…I can hear it," Sherlock pushes John to roll over and presses his ear to John's chest.

John chuckles as Sherlock's hair tickles his chest, "You're insane."

Sherlock runs his fingers in lines on John's chest. "John?" he asks.

"Yes?" John lazily lifts a hand to run his fingers through Sherlock's hair.

"Are you going to hold me now?"

John smiles and makes Sherlock roll over onto his other side. John holds him close in a good ol' fashion spoon position. John's hand rests on Sherlock's chest, right over his heart.

"Can you feel my heart, John?"

"Mhm," John sleepily responds.

"Can you hear it? Hear what it says?"

"Hmm?"

Sherlock holds John's hand over his heart. He presses against John as much as he can. "It says, 'John…John…John…'" he says softly before falling asleep in John's arms.

Couple 3

When Sebastian finally manages to get Jim into bed, he wants everything to go his way. Which means, of course, he wants Jim to be quiet afterwards. Jim gets up to take a shower and Sebastian takes a short nap. When Jim comes back, he jumps onto the bed and rest his head on the second half of Sebastian's pillow.

"Seb," Jim whispers, "Get up, come on."

"Why?"

"I want to talk to you."

"Why?" Sebastian whines.

"Isn't that generally what most people like to do?"

"I'm not most people."

"I've just got so much energy. Let's go kill someone."

"No. I'm tired."

"I'm not!"

"What is wrong with you?"

Jim shakes Sebastian in demonstration of the energy he has.

"Are you high?" Sebastian asks.

"High on you,"

"Oh dear god."

Jim leaves the bed for a minute. Sebastian can hear him rummaging around but can't bring himself to open his eyes. Jim comes back and jumps on the bed again. He gets close into Sebastian's face and says, "Seb, you know what I believe it's a time for?"

"Oh, please no."

"I believe it's a time for a thing called…"

"Please, please, sweet lord no." Sebastian picks up Jim's pillow while Jim disappears from the bed and places the pillow over his ears.

The iPod starts with a guitar rip and when the rest of the instruments join, Jim jumps onto the bed and jumps. Sebastian's always afraid the bed's going to break when Jim jumps (and it's often, actually) but it hasn't yet so he continues covering his head with Jim's pillow. Then, Jim starts singing.

"Can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feeeeeel…" he jumps around Sebastian, "My heart's in over-drive and you're behind the steering wheeeeeel…" Jim rips his pillow from Sebastian's grip, "Touching youuuuuuu…" he slams the pillow onto Sebastian's back, "Touching meeeeee…"

This entire time, Sebastian's muttering to himself, "No, no, no, please, stop…" He rolls onto his back to reduce the space for Jim's spastic jumping.

Jim continues to jump and sing, "I believe in a thing called love, just listen to the rhythm of my heart," he kneels on the bed over Sebastian, one leg on either side of Sebastian's stomach, and presses his forehead to Sebastian's forehead. He then continues, "There's a chance we can make it now, we'll be rockin' 'til the sun goes down…"

"Get out of my face," Sebastian whispers.

Jim sits back on Sebastian's stomach and stretches upwards as he bellows, "I believe in a thing called looooooooove, oooh oooh ooh ooh…"

While Jim's stretched, Sebastian darts at him and flips him over so he's on his back in the bed and Sebastian's laying over him. Sebastian uses all of his weight to pin Jim to the bed. Jim can't move but he tries to continue singing, until Sebastian squeezes Jim so tight he can't breathe.

"Ok, ok! I give up!" Jim shouts, tapping on Sebastian's back.

Sebastian rears up on his elbows and gazes down at Jim, "Promise?"

"Oh, shut up. You love my show."

"Not really," Sebastian dips his head into Jim's neck and bites roughly, then laps over the bite with his tongue, "If you wanted me back on top of you, you could have just asked." Sebastian sucks a bit of Jim's skin into his mouth.

Jim's hands fly up to Sebastian's hair and tugs lightly, "It is the song that gets you hot, isn't it? You big romantic, I knew you were—"

"Oh, shut up," Sebastian says before kissing Jim.

*Soooooo…listen…I'm sorry it's been a few days…uhm…I have no excuses. This chapter might be a bit ooc, buuuuuuut I wanted them to be the way they are in my head. Jim singing I Believe in a thing Called Love by The Darkness came to me after watching the bit where he dances during TRB. I had to. I HAD to.

*The floor is now open to reviews and prompts.