Chapter 55
Author's note: Hello, sorry, long time no see, right? Well, the reason for this late update is because I had been working on a new chapter but my house got burgled and the only thing they took was my macbook so I had to get a new one and I hadn't double-saved my new stuff on my laptop (my stolen laptop was very new), so this I wrote all this morning because I felt really bad for not updating. I decided to do a time skip because I want to get this finished and I feel like any other chapters might start to feel kind of redundant and like they're just there to fill the gap when I want things to actually start moving. I hope you enjoy this chapter, no, I haven't given up on this fic, I'm just busy with uni work and work and then when I have time I'm a lazy bum and I just watch teen wolf and stuff. But I'm sorry for the late update and I hope you like this chapter!
Disclaimed: I don't own Sherlock or anything.
In their last year of university Sherlock and John felt like they barely saw each other. All they did was study, work, study, work, study, work. Sherlock was getting a new case around every two weeks and he was studying for his exams and writing up his coursework pieces in his spare time. John, on the other hand was working incredibly hard to get the grades he needed to be a desired doctor, he studied late into the night and at every moment of quiet, Sherlock didn't see him much unless his head was in a book. Sherlock even woke up some nights and John would be beside him reading and highlighting, he was incredibly dedicated. But John wasn't stupid; he was leaving time for sleep and food at least. Twice a week he played Rugby, which was his outlet for any pent up frustration, and every Friday and Saturday he worked at the restaurant in the evening.
To say they had little time to work on their relationship was an understatement. Some days all they saw of each other was when they passed each other in the hallway, other days maybe they'd have enough time together to eat some lunch, but often when they did that they both had books in front of them, Sherlock's was usually concerning a case or something like that.
One morning, a week before their final exams, it was a month until Summer and the weather was nice. Sherlock woke up to the sound of a pen scribbling against paper right beside his face. His head was rested on John's hip and when Sherlock opened his eyes he could see that John had papers on his lap that he was already working on.
"How long have you been up?" Sherlock asked and yawned then twisted his head around to look at John.
John was luckily left handed and Sherlock was on his right so he used his right hand to tangle in Sherlock's hair as if to say hello.
"Since six." John said then frowned and underlined something.
"How much sleep did you get?" Sherlock frowned too.
"Eight hours. Don't worry." John rolled his eyes briefly before sparing a moment to look down at Sherlock and send him a comforting smile.
Sherlock sighed and gently stroked John's leg "Okay. What day is it?"
"Sunday. So we've got all day to revise." John smiled.
Sherlock was quietly pondering that for a few minutes before he said "Why don't we take a day off from that?"
"I can't, Sherlock, we have talked about this before." His twenty two (nearly twenty three) year old husband sighed.
"But this time I will stand my ground. John, I know you're worried about these exams but you don't need to be, you'll pass even if you had to take them right this second. You know everything! Literally, I've tested you and you know pretty much all the stuff I ask you. You need to take just one day off, we need to. Come on, I don't have a case on at all, we've got three weeks till the exams start so it isn't urgent that you simply can't part from these papers. Come on, let's just spend the day together. We hardly talk anymore, I don't like it." Sherlock tried.
John sighed and thought about it "Just today. After, I reserve the right to tell you to fuck off because I'm revising and it's freaking three weeks till my exams and I'm not nearly as smart as you so in fairness I do have to try harder, okay?" he reasoned.
Sherlock smiled and nodded "Absolutely. So, put these away and come and cuddle and we can talk about what we want to do today." Sherlock gestured to the papers in John's lap.
John smiled, put the lid on his pen and put the papers on the floor beside the bed then he snuggled back down under the covers and wrapped his arms around Sherlock. Sherlock smiled and kissed John's cheek. John grinned and said "Thank you, for making me do this… I've missed you, by the way."
"I've missed you too. But we've got the rest of our lives together so I'm not going to throw a fit about not being around you as often as I'd like for a little while." Sherlock said "And in fairness it's not just you who partakes in disappearing or being absent when actually here, I do that a fair amount too. We're both just busy, I guess." Sherlock said.
John nodded and pressed a gentle kiss to Sherlock's lips then nuzzled his nose. "So, what shall we do today? Stay in bed? Cuddle? Have mind-blowing sex?"
"Oh, we are definitely having mind-blowing sex today, that's for sure, But let's try and fit more than just that in today. Despite how your body is a temple and I worship it, I do also love spending time talking to you or doing some sort of activity with you." Sherlock grinned.
"Ditto." John giggled.
Sherlock stroked John's well-defined muscles and said "So, what shall we do then?"
"Hmm… maybe we should go to the tower of London? You'd love it there, a history of treason and murder!" John smiled "We could go there this morning, have a picnic maybe in the afternoon?"
Sherlock nodded "Sounds nice, then maybe after the picnic we can relax together for the afternoon, talk a bit?"
John smiled "Okay, and in the evening I want to treat you to dinner."
"Ohh, I'd be up for that. But only if you let me buy the first round of dinks when we go to a club after?" Sherlock asked.
"What? You hate clubs! You said the music is too loud, the people are annoying and far too boisterous when drunk and you don't want to even think about how dirty half the surfaces are." John exclaimed.
"I know all that, but you like it and I've done research and doing things like dancing and having some alcohol to lower inhibitions is meant to be good." Sherlock said "Plus, I want to dance with you."
"You can dance with me anytime, anywhere." John said with a soft smile "But thank you, I would like to go to a club tonight, let off some steam."
It was an interesting trip to the tower of London where Sherlock held John's hand all the time there and told him the most amusing facts about each of the exhibits, and also came up with a silly idea about "what would happen if we stole the crown jewels?" "Sherlock, we are not stealing the crown jewels, stop even saying that, the guard over there is giving us a funny look." "Oh fine, well it doesn't matter anyway, I already have my own set of crown jewels… in your pants." "Sherlock!"
They had their picnic in St James' park, which was nice, John had made them some sandwiches and crisps and they sat on the ground on a picnic blanket watching the people around for a while. After eating John laid his head in Sherlock's lap and Sherlock played with his hair and made John feel so content that he actually had a short nap right there.
During the afternoon of lazy sex and cuddling back in their room they had to have a shower and dress in nice clothes for later. John wore a blue shirt and brown leather jacket with blue jeans and smart shoes, while Sherlock wore a white shirt with a black jacket and grey jeans with black smart shoes. They took a few minutes to admire each other before they left, and both wore their colognes so they smelt good too!
At dinner they played footsie under the table and John enjoyed a burger while Sherlock had pasta, both filling their stomachs up for the club after.
As they walked to the club John had his arm looped through Sherlock's and he leant into his side "I feel like we've reconnected today. It's been perfect."
Sherlock hummed to agree and they showed their ID at the door and were let in. It was 11 now and there was already a fair amount of people at the club.
"Come on, let's go and get some drinks." John pulled Sherlock through the crowd and to the bar, Sherlock bought John a beer and himself a gin and tonic.
After at least five drinks (John wasn't totally sure on how many they had had, they'd lost count) they were on the dance floor, dancing close together, they were laughing together jovially as John did a silly dance move, and Sherlock ended up picking John up and twirling him "Oi, I aint no princess, you're a princess!" John barked a laugh and stumbled into Sherlock as his husband put his feet back on the floor.
At two o'clock in the morning they had both had a lot to drink, but John was a bit better at handling his drink so he was the one holding Sherlock up as they walked home.
Sherlock was singing some awful love ballad very badly and quite loudly and John was laughing giddily as he unlocked the door and helped Sherlock crawl into bed.
"Time for sexy time with John… mmm, get that sexy body right here between my legs…" Sherlock slurred, but when John did sit beside him he had a glass of water and a packet of crisps in his hands and he coaxed Sherlock into eating some and drinking.
"That's it." John soothed and lay Sherlock on his side "You sleep it off, alright? I'll be right here…" John blinked tiredly and curled around Sherlock from behind.
"What about the mind-bow…mind-blowing sex?" Sherlock asked timidly as the room fell quiet.
"Another day, love…" John reassured.
"But it's on our list… things to do. Special day with John…" Sherlock said.
"I know… but we had sex this afternoon. So we've already had mind-blowing sex." John said.
"True. All sex with you is mind-blowing." Sherlock smiled.
John giggled "Ditto." He kissed the back of Sherlock's neck and they fell asleep.
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