Chapter 53

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or anything.

The Summer Holidays flew by, as usual. Sherlock and John spent their time at home with their parents, Mycroft was more absent than usual and claimed he had "work" which people now grew used to. Harry appeared a little more often with Clara but unfortunately they both had to leave early on some of their visits as they got into rows and had to go home to sort it out.

Sherlock and John themselves enjoyed spending time with their families, having missed them so much, and of course most of all the far better food they ate when they were there.

But before too long they entered their third year at University, and they settled quickly back into their routine of studying, lectures, and John working occasional shifts at the restaurant while Sherlock took on small cases using his very slowly growing website following as a starting point for his detective career.

One evening in their first term John had work and Sherlock was feeling particularly mischievous and a bit needy.

As John dressed in his black shirt and trousers, the standard waiter outfit, Sherlock lay on the bed watching and said "You look so hot."

John raised his eyebrow and turned to look at his husband "Hot? That's very slang for you, Mr posh-posh."

"Fine, you make me feel hot. With lust." Sherlock grinned and spread his legs.

John rolled his eyes "Stop it, I have work!" but he felt a smile tugging at his lips.

"You love it. I know you do!" Sherlock grinned.

John couldn't answer because he couldn't lie but he didn't want to admit that he adored having the attention of a man as wondrous as Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock smiled cheekily and said "Are you sure you have to work? You could call in sick… say how you've been struck down by a horrendous illness… you just don't have to specify that you're sickness is love."

"Hey! Love isn't sickness. It's the healthiest thing in the world!" John smiled and crawled onto the bed to lie beside Sherlock.

Sherlock nodded "I know, I know. I just want you to stay here with me."

"I know. And I'd like to stay here with you. But I really need to go to work and earn some money so we can do nice things together." John said.

"We could lie in bed and make love and talk and that's free!" Sherlock attempted to persuade.

"I know, and I'd love to do that, you know I would… oh gosh, those eyes, stop looking at me like that I need to go to work so I can keep my job and provide for us to have a comfortable student life." John explained.

Sherlock lay back on the bed sadly "I'm sad now."

"Sorry, baby." John said.

"Don't call me baby, you know I don't like that name." Sherlock scowled.

"Then stop pouting and sniffling like one and I'll call you Sherlock again." John smiled.

Sherlock gave John a particularly grumpy look and said "Just go to work, and leave me here all alone to be alone and lonely."

"You're a drama queen, Sherlock." John said, ruffled Sherlock's curls, then got up to continue dressing. He put his shoes on and his jacket then went back to the bed where Sherlock still lay morosely, he leant down and pressed a kiss to Sherlock's lips and said "Cheer up, I'll be home in five hours."

"I'll miss you." Sherlock said honestly.

"I'll miss you too." John smiled reassuringly and pressed an extra kiss to his love's lips.

Then John walked out the door and leant against it after it had shut firmly behind him, he felt his heart hurting. He always hated leaving Sherlock. He knew Sherlock sometimes struggled with being alone if he couldn't find something to entertain himself with. And John really, truly worried about what would happen in a few years when he went off and joined the army. How on Earth would Sherlock cope then?

Sherlock lay on the bed on the other side of the door and felt rather sorry for himself, and also a little bit scared. If it was so boring and horrible without John being there for five hours how on Earth would he survive with John going away for months at a time with the army. How was he going to cope!? Sherlock sighed and rolled over to face his bed side table where one of their wedding photos sat. Sherlock stood tall and proud in it while John was leaning into Sherlock's side and looking at his new husband as if he was the whole wide world. Sherlock loved this picture, because often he worried that he was the only person in the world who felt such love and devotion, it seemed impossible that anyone else could feel such immeasurable feelings for another. Sherlock's love for John felt very special. But that picture, and a lot of moments, made Sherlock feel utterly assured that John feels the exact same way. Sherlock adored that photo because every time he looked at it he felt so loved by his husband. Especially when his husband wasn't there, when he was working or studying or doing Rugby or what-not. Luckily, when Sherlock was in John's presence he had absolutely no need for the picture, because John was right there, looking at him in the exact same way, absolutely besotted and devoted and happy.

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Half way through work John felt miserable. He wanted Sherlock. He was meant to be working until the restaurant closed, and it was already quite late and beginning to empty, so he went up to his manager and cleared his throat, she turned around and smiled, he was one of her favourite workers because he was so reliable.

"John! What can I do for you?" she asked.

"I was wondering if I could go home now? I feel a little under the weather, and now that it's quietening down I thought it would be okay for me to ask to go, I didn't want to let you down before." John said.

"Of course! Just write on the rota that you've left at this time and I'm sure me and Nancy can manage closing up." She patted his shoulder "And get well soon."

John nodded and felt slightly guilty as his manager was so nice "Thank you." He said and left as quickly as he could.

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"How have you stayed in that exact same spot? I've been gone nearly three and a half hours!" Sherlock heard John chuckle as the door opened.

Sherlock turned over in bed to face John with a big smile on his face "You're home early!"

"Yes, genius! I decided to leave early because I missed you too much." John said.

Sherlock smiled but after that there was no time to talk. John climbed onto the bed and Sherlock began unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his belt. John breathed a sigh of relief at having Sherlock's hands all over him and he stroked Sherlock's face and hair as he straddled him and kissed him heatedly.

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Author's note:

I am so so so sorry for the delay. Again. I've been working at a restaurant (like our John in this fic) and also sorting out everything for university. I'm doing a film course at southbank which should be super fun! Anyone else by chance going there? (I'm alone and scared ;)) I've also been learning to drive, which takes up some of my leisure time which I would normally write in.

Anyway, once I've got my timetable for that sorted out, and I should be working a lot less as I want to do well in my studies so I want to find a nice balance, but I shall definitely, hopefully update more often once I have more structure to my life!

Sadly I've also, for the first time, been suffering from some writer's block! I never thought it'd be as irritating and halting as it was, but hopefully that's over!

If anyone out there has enough patience to still read this, then I salute you, and I also would like to know if anyone has any little storylines they would like me to fit into this fic? Nothing major, as that's all already been planned, but is there any prompts anyone has that I could write a chapter on. I can't promise I will do them, but it might help with some of my writer's block and get chapters up quicker if I get some new ideas.

Anyway, please forgive me for the delay and I hoped you enjoyed that chapter!

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