Gwen B. said: Prompt:When John and Sherlock decide to have intercourse or Sherlock sees him without a shirt for the first time, John is self-conscience about his scar he received in Afghanistan, just cutsie relationship building fluff.
Sorry it's short, working overtime is wreaking havoc with my sense of story writing!
For their first time they kept the lights off, and struggled against each other in a desperate tangle. When they finished they lay against each other face to face and panted, they were sweating and fatigued. Sherlock couldn't stay still for long though, and soon his hands started playing with John's hair and traversing the span of his naked body.
When his searching fingers found the red puckered skin they paused, and John bit his lip.
Jessica had asked him if he ever thought of surgery. Mary Beth said it scared her, that she didn't think she could be around a soldier that might snap at anytime. Helen told him to keep his shirt on if he could.
Sherlock didn't say anything at first, just ran his fingers around the scar while John held his breath. It felt like his stomach was twisting up.
"A battle scar." Sherlock commented, his voice layered with amusement and after-sex exhaustion.
"Don't..." John tried to pull Sherlock's hand away, but Sherlock persisted.
"It makes you seem..." He paused and John worried about the response. "...strong." Sherlock decided. "Did it hurt?"
"Did it hurt when a piece of metal was propelled through my shoulder at high speed?" John laughed half out of nervous relief and half out of disbelief. "Yes, Sherlock it hurt."
"My soldier." Sherlock purred, pressing his lips to the scar. "I love it."
"You do?" John questioned, his hand still next to Sherlock's as though he was ready to push him away and cover the scar at any moment.
"I'm a man that once thought he'd spend his whole life alone." Sherlock replied. "Then you showed up and shot a man to keep me alive. You're dangerous, John Watson and protective too. I like that about you." Sherlock curled up against John, his fingers still touched the scar. John smiled and pressed a kiss to Sherlock's head.
"I love you too, you sod."