Here´s an old!johnlock modern AU thing that has been making a rave party inside my mind for a while.
Sherlock´s cologne is based on the official perfume thing. Since John doesn´t have any official one, I came up with a combination I imagine him wearing. XD
I love the school omake! :D
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A silhuette went across a room, lightened only by full moon glowing through the cottage window. Sherlock let the slippers fall off his feet as he slid carefully under the sheets next to John and embraced the man from behind. He buried his face in John´s neck, inhaling his scent; a blend of lavender, patchouli and Moroccan argan oil with a hint of tangerine.
"John?"
"Nnn?"
Sherlock squinted, exhaled and closed his eyes.
"Nothing." – he whispered, tightening the embrace.
"Sherlock? Do you want a hug?"
"What!? N… No." – he replied hesitantly as he dug his fingers into John´s chest.
John smiled to himself and sighed. "You do."
Sherlock withdrew his hands as his partner shifted, and put them on John´s shoulders as they rested face to face.
"We've been together long enough that I know what you want even if you don´t say anything." – John murmured warmly as he tenderly hugged his partner; a tasteful scent mix of blackcurrant and bergamot with note of jasmine filling his nostrills.
His left hand was embracing the detective tightly, the other stroking Sherlock´s long black hair with silver streaks.
"Your gray hairs are glowing in the moonlight."
"Your moustache is tickling my forehead."
John laughed lightly at the remark and sighed.
"I am so glad I married you." – he purred with a mix of happiness and victory in his voice.
Sherlock chuckled. „You sound so proud."
"Well, you had quite a crush on a teacher."
"You were in a relationship."
"But then Hudson seduced my girlfriend and eventually I fell for the mysterious charm of yours."
"And who knew Liam would tie the knot with a school nurse?"
"Yes."
Sherlock pressed his body against John and nuzzled against his neck.
"I´m so happy with you." - he whispered and let out a content sigh, his hand smoothing down John´s t-shirt.
"How come a fifty-something can be needy like a teenager?"
Sherlock huffed, blushing softly, and imprisoned John by resting his leg across his partner´s body, the side of his knee pushing against John´s butt.
"I am not needy."
"Just kidding!" - John laughed lightly.
For a split second, he had an impression that Sherlock wanted to say something, but he let out a long yawn instead.
"Ghdnighg Hwhhn..." - the brunette murmured just as a second yawn followed.
"Goodnight Sherlock" - John whispered, tilted up Sherlock´s chin and kissed him tenderly. He could see Sherlock´s blissful smile as he drifted off to sleep.