A lot of people have stated their dislike of Mary, and while that's perfectly fine I always want to leap to her defense because she's a great character and let's be honest Sherlock and John are plenty gay enough for each other even when she's around(and in the wise words of Amanda Abbington: Mary comes between Sherlock and John can have so many meanings!) So here's an avid Johnlock fan proclaiming her love of Mary Morstan, take it as you will. I've loved her since I read about her in the canon. Let's not let our love of a pairing ruin our love of another great character! (not that I judge anyone who dislikes Mary just because, I'm sure you have your reasons and freedom of speech and such)
Anyway, literature rant over. I decided we've had enough sadness with the recent episodes what with John getting married off and Sherlock pouting so here's something nice and fluffy for you guys. Enjoy!
John figured out early in his relationship with Sherlock that the detective, despite his cold and distant demeanor, was a very physical person.
In fact Sherlock took nearly every opportunity he could to come into contact with John throughout the day: brushing his hand against John's when the man offered him a mug of tea, putting a hand on his shoulder when he leaned over to see John's laptop screen, using John's lap as a pillow when they watched tv and so on.
It wasn't that John minded or anything, it's just that Sherlock also did these things in public despite the doctor's incessant explanation that it wasn't socially acceptable to snog your boyfriend so passionately in public. Of course his complaints only fueled Sherlock's motivation to hang all over John. In fact that very day they'd stopped into a nearby restaurant for a quick lunch after the completion of another case, and Sherlock had seized the opportunity to display his "ownership" of John Watson.
It started innocently enough.
"That women is looking at you." Sherlock mentioned, his bright eyes darting over towards a young blonde a table over. She was accompanied by her two friends and she was indeed sending coy looks over John's way.
"So?" John asked around a mouthful of sandwich. As usual he was trying to eat quickly before Sherlock found some reason to dart out with the bill unpaid (there was always some criminal to chase). Sherlock, also as usual, was eating nothing.
"So?" Sherlock snorted. "She's reapplied her lipstick, the intervals at which she looks at you are directly related to the instances of her and her friends giggling, she's lowered her shirt's neckline to display her cleavage and she's pulled a pen from her purse no doubt holding some foolish belief that she will gain your phone number."
"...So?" John asked again, shooting Sherlock a confused glance.
"So she fancies you." Sherlock hissed. "You should be more offended."
"Uh...I'm not one to be offended by someone liking me." John shrugged. "Besides I'm here with you. If she comes over I'll tell her that."
"Hmph." Sherlock leaned back in his seat and it seemed that the topic had been dropped. Until, of course, John felt one of Sherlock's thin legs brush against his under the table. The leg shortly traversed the distance from the floor to John's lap where it decided to rest.
"Sherlock..." John warned but the detective pretended he didn't notice. He was too busy reaching across the table for John's hand. He took it in his, and then he started affectionately running his thumb over John's knuckles. All this was fine and slightly normal public couple behavior, and John thought he had nothing to worry about...but then Sherlock decided to go into checkmate.
Keeping eye contact with John's admirer, he leaned across the table. His tongue darted out and playfully licked John's neck. He then nipped John's earlobe before returning to his seat and shooting John a lustful gaze simply to impress the rather shocked blonde girl.
"Sherlock!" John's face was bright red. "T-that's...! We're going home!" He insisted.
"Did I do something wrong?" Sherlock asked innocently.
"You did something very wrong." John growled. Then he sighed and leaned forward to whisper in Sherlock's ear. "And that's why we need to go home, so I can punish you."
Sherlock smirked, shot one last triumphant glare at the admirer and then spoke to John.
"Don't forget you're mine."