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Author's note: This is a request I wrote for Angel of Love and Fluffy Stuff. It's kind of both your requests of the jealousy, possessiveness, comfort and BAMF John that you asked for. So I've put both your requests in one story. I hope you enjoy it and so does everyone else, thanks to all those who have requested so far, I've wrote them all down in a notepad and I'm trying my best to get them written up and think of drabbles containing the prompts. Please review! Thank you!
First client of the day:
She was a thirty five year old woman with long ginger hair and a pretty face. She walked in to their living room in blue skinny jeans and a nice top and jumper with a scarf.
John was sat on a chair at the table, Sherlock sat in his armchair just in front of John and the woman sat opposite them, on John's armchair.
"What do you need from us?" John started off.
She smiled at John, her eyes lingering over his body, then back to his face and flicked to Sherlock, then back to John.
"Well, I need you to help me find my grandmother's necklace. It is very precious to me and worth a lot of money. It was stolen by a former partner of mine, I haven't seen him in weeks and I need you to find him before he decides to sell it." She said.
"Well, who is this man?" Sherlock asked impatiently.
"You'll take the case?" she asked.
"Well, I need something to do before Lestrade comes around with a half-decent case for me. John doesn't want me experimenting today because of the mess I made in the flat last night. Why won't the police take the case?" he asked.
"I told them, but apparently there was something urgent going on to do with a robbery and they were unavailable. One of them recommended you." She said, her eyes flicked over to John and she said "I'm glad they did."
John ignored the flirting but he saw Sherlock shift uncomfortably.
"John, can you go down to Mrs Hudson's to get some milk so we can have tea?" Sherlock asked.
"Of course I can't, you know my leg's playing up today. Can you go and get it though, I'd love a nice cuppa." John said with a smile.
Sherlock sighed, well he'd dropped himself in this, he better go. He stood, looked at the woman suspiciously and walked out.
"Sorry, what's your name, we didn't ask?" John queried.
"I'm Hannah. And I guess you're John." She said with a smile and she ran her hand through her hair before letting said hand fall on her thigh.
"That's right." John said with a friendly smile.
"So what's wrong with your leg? If you don't mind me asking." She asked.
"Oh, I don't mind, I was a doctor in the army and when I came back from Afghanistan I had a limp. It's been good since I've met Sherlock, but if I get stressed it can play up a bit." John explained.
"You were a soldier?" she asked almost in awe.
"Well, yes, and a doctor." John explained.
"Well aren't you full of surprises." She flirted.
John gave her a small smile.
"Got a girlfriend, John?" she asked, a bit forwardly.
"No, but I'm in fact ma-"she cut him off as soon as she had heard the word 'no'.
"Do you want to go out for a drink some time?" she asked.
"I'm flattered by your interest, but you see I'm-"she cut him off again.
"Oh come on, John, you're single, so am I. All I'm asking for is one drink." She said with a hopeful grin.
Suddenly there were stomping footsteps coming upstairs, Sherlock stormed gracefully into the living room and took John's hand, pulling him to stand up. Hannah was startled by the abrupt interruption. Sherlock pulled John with him as he stood in front of Hannah.
"Now you listen here, Hannah." Sherlock had a frown and spoke her name with disgust.
He held out John's left hand and his own for her clearly to see, where the matching rings sat on their wedding ring fingers.
"You happen to be the most unobservant woman I have had the displeasure of meeting. There are two key and obvious things you have missed that would have led you to two conclusions. Firstly, the matching rings on our ring fingers and secondly the picture just to your left on the wall of me and John, clearly on our wedding day, judging by the clasped hands, suits and setting. This would have brought you to two conclusions and an answer to your question. Firstly John is married to me and therefore he is taken. The answer to your offer of drinks is a no. He did try to tell you, but you seemed to have gotten yourself a bit carried away there, didn't you? And I think you'll find that your necklace has just been sold on eBay for a considerable amount of money. Now please leave me and my husband alone." Sherlock said and as one final proof Sherlock turned to John and kissed him fully, leaving little to be argued that they were in fact definitely more than flat mates.
Sherlock did that special thing with his tongue in John's mouth that made John lose himself in the kiss, despite the audience. So Sherlock gently pushed John against a wall as the woman left in a huff.
When he pulled away John smiled "Not that I'll ever complain when you kiss me like that, but next time, give me a little warning, we had a guest and everything." John said.
Sherlock laughed and John joined in, giving him a kiss that was pay back as John did the thing with his tongue that put Sherlock in exactly the same mind state as John was just moments before.
Second client of the day:
A man of the age thirty five walked in. He was tall and had spiky blonde hair and a grin. He wore casual clothing that was obviously designer.
Sherlock and John took their seats that they had been in when Hannah had been there.
"Tell us what you need us for." Sherlock demanded.
The man seemed a little in awe of Sherlock, his bluntness, handsome face, elegant stature and curly hair.
"Erm... well I have a friend who went missing a few days ago. The police are being really slow and a friend told me about you so I thought that I'd come to you for help and erm... yeah." The man said a little flustered, but still smiling.
John moved to uncross his legs and let out a groan at the pain in his leg.
Sherlock ignored the other man in the room and turned his full attention to John.
"Are you alright, John?" he asked gently and looked ready to stand.
"I think I'm going to need some ibuprofen and I'll go to bed." John said, medicine usually made him drowsy and he was up most of last night chasing some criminal.
Sherlock stood up and said to their client "Just give me a few minutes and I'll be back to listen to your case." and turned back to John. The man nodded and watched as Sherlock helped John up, who gave another grunt and took a deep breath. Sherlock put one arm around his shoulder and offered another hand for John to take in his own. John took the offered hand and let Sherlock help him toward their bedroom.
Sherlock lay John down on the bed, gave John some ibuprofen and a glass of water which John took gratefully.
Sherlock gave him a kiss and said "If you need me, just shout." and left.
John was about to fall asleep when he listened to the conversation happening not too far from his room.
"Is your friend alright?" the man asked.
"He's fine, what did you want- get off!" Sherlock's voice demanded and John could hear some sort of struggle.
Ignoring the slowly dying pain in his leg John ran out of their room and found Sherlock unhappily being pressed against the table, trying to push the man away.
John pulled at the man's back "Come on, Sherlock. You know you can't resist me for long! I want you too, it's okay!" the man said.
John lost it and the soldier side of him came through. He got a good grip on the man's shirt, yanked and pulled the man off of Sherlock. But he didn't stop there, he knocked the back of the man's knees which made his legs buckle and John kept a tight grip on him. John put his mouth near the man's ear and said sharply "Now you get your hands off my husband. I don't care who you are, you don't go around forcing yourself onto people. If you had forced any more I would not have hesitated in calling the police, where trust me, we have contacts. I don't want to see your face again, do you understand me? The mere fact that you don't understand the words 'get off' to be a rejection makes you by far the most ignorant person I have met. I want you out of me and my husband's home in five seconds or God help you." John let him go and the man scrambled up and ran out of the house as fast as his legs would carry him.
Sherlock looked startled at John's quick temper snap that he had just witnessed.
"You're my husband. And he could have gone too far." John said.
Sherlock smiled thankfully at John for his quick actions of getting that horrid man off of him.
Sherlock pulled John up to stand properly and John pulled him into a hug that was tight and possessive.
Sherlock kissed John's temple and the hug changed from possessive to comforting as they both gave a hug that said 'I'll never leave you.'
"I love you." John said.
"And I love you." Sherlock replied.
"Well, let's hope that doesn't happen again. Care to join me in bed, my dear husband?" John asked with a smile.
"I'd love to, my dear husband." Sherlock said, linked his and John's arms, and they walked to their bedroom.