We watched as Moro got up, stretched and leapted over my leg. She then walked up to where we lay and snuggled in close. As I gently stroked her fur, I heard Moro purr as she often did when I petted her. John and I look at each other and smiled as Moro then got up, got off the bed and went over to where my purple dress shirt lay in a heap beside the bed . ( I had discarded it when John and I had gotten in to bed). Moro laid down on it and promtly fell asleep.
I nestled in John's arms and sighed contently as I feel his hand running down my bare arm. I close my eyes and fall asleep in my lover's embrace , breathing easy and feeling safe as I often did in his arms.
this next part is in the third party.
They decided to have a small dinner party christmas eve, then, would spend christmas day just the two of them. They had invited several people which included Sherlock's mother which meant a invitation to Mycroft as well.
Since the day at Sherlock's old flat, They had managed to stay clear of Sherlock brother. It didn't however stop Mycroft from calling Sherlock on his cell phone. The calls were always the same. It was always the heated arguement . They would also end the same way. A enraged Sherlock yelling in to the receiver.
" You are not my father, Mycroft. Yes I am still with that man." The first time John had heard this , he frowned at this, " who the hell did Mycroft Holmes think he was." John had muttered under his breath. He would listen in as the conversation continued.
Sherlock would raged in the phone " His name is John . John Watson, I love him and he loves me. We are together. No! you listen, Just because you have no love life so to speak, doesn't mean you have a say in mine. You can not tell me what to do. You do not dictate my life . So you can just piss off."
Then Shelock would slam down the phone and pick up his violin and begin to play a sad yet angry tune. John would sit and watch as his lover would lose himself in the music. John would let him play for a few minutes then he would go to Sherlock's side and gently bring him out of his mood, with gentle kisses on his bare neck and gentle hugs. He would speak softy" Sherlock , I'm here."
Sherlock would then put the instrument down and lean in John's arms and would close his eyes. "Oh John . He says you will leave me . That I will drive you away. That no one can love me. That no one will ever love ..." Sherlock would sigh sadly as he would nestle his nose in John's collarbone. John would speak soothingly
"Don't let him get to you. Don't you dare.. He is so wrong. You are lovable.. and very sexy. I Love you. And I know for a fact there is a certain feline in this very flat that adores you as much as I do. So never ever doubt that you are loved. Because I know for a fact, that Moro and I will never ever leave our Sherlock. That I can promise."
John would then, kiss Sherlock's forehead as he would smile and they would retire to their bed. After making love, Sherlock would fall asleep in John's arms murmuring "My boswel.."
Moro often got up on the bed and snuggled in close to her "Mummy." She would at these times lay in the crook of his arms, purring soothingly. She would also rub his chin with her head as if to say "Its ok ' Mummy' , Uncle John and I love you."
Then Sherlock would kiss John softly on the lips , and then gently kiss the top of Moro's head. Moro and John would look at each other knowingly. It was as though they both knew Sherlock was upset and that it was up to the two of them, to be there for him.
ok this chap bunnie got a mind of its own. don't worry Jas the next chap will be the xmas dinner party. ok one Q should i invite Sarah? or would it be mean to do to sherlock? I am thinking I shouldn't have her there... , bad enough i have Mycroft coming. I wanted to show the side of Sherlock that stands up to his brother.
well AOR, Jas? what do you think.
any one else? please review.