A/N: Okay so if anyone is confused as to why Sherlock and John haven't had been on any cases in any of these chapters, that's because all four chapters so far (including this one obviously) have taken place in the time span of one night and half of the next morning. I know it seems like so much more because of how much stuff I pack into each chapter but I swear all these yummy things happen within like, 12 or 13 hours haha. Who knew they were so sexually frustrated? Anyways, this chapter is about twice as long as my others so I hope you enjoy it and don't think it goes on for a freakishly long time :)
I watched John's somewhat frenzied motions as he threw out the tea he had been making before I so sweetly interrupted him and began making a fresh pot. I grinned when his hands were shaking as he began brewing another pot. I outright laughed when he sprinted past me, obviously flustered, and said he was going to take a shower. I couldn't believe that he still didn't realize what he does to me, and that he has no reason to be embarrassed about the fact that he turns me on. The sensation was so strange to my analytical mind that I honestly just let my body take over every time I was close to John; if I thought too much about it I probably wouldn't speak to my soldier for days, and that's not what I want at all.
My laugh rumbled up out of my chest to fill the empty space around me. I wondered at the feeling of "love" that washed through me at the thought of John; the ways he moved and talked were completely mesmerizing, and I figured I loved him though I have no idea what kind of feelings that word encompasses. The chemistry behind it was quite simple actually, but feelings were new to me.
It started when I became jealous of Sarah, John's first girlfriend after we met. I don't know what he ever saw in her. She was dull. I began thinking that I was much more interesting and that John should be with me instead. How could he even think I had forgotten all those women's names? I remembered every single one of them, and I was still mildly jealous. That was a sign of love wasn't it? I didn't know and I didn't really care either. All I cared about was the fact that the man I love is currently showering…and naked. The fingers that were steepled in front of my mouth began to shake uncontrollably, and before I could really think about what I was doing, I was pushing myself out of my chair and sprinting to the washroom.
I stood in front of the door, debating whether or not to open it and go in. I didn't know if he was ready for sex yet, but he had been indecisive earlier and that gave me confidence. Well, more confidence. I was still hesitant, but I pushed open the door anyways.
I glanced at the shower that was emitting copious amounts of steam. I watched the curtain for any sign of movement from John, stepping closer when I didn't see anything. I grew anxious, stepping closer again.
"John? John answer me, are you alright?"
I was suddenly tackled from behind. The only thing that kept me from fighting back was the throaty chuckle that was sounding in my ear, barely audible over the sound of water. My anxiety receded as quickly as it had appeared and I was suddenly able to appreciate John's nudity much more than a few seconds prior.
He was still laughing when I suddenly rolled him over, pushing his shoulders down with my palms and holding his hips down with my own. My sheet, which was still wrapped around my hips from our little chair episode, was hanging dangerously loose around my small hips. John's hands travelled quickly down my body to pull the sheet aside, his right hand trailing up and down the outside of my thigh repeatedly; gentle caresses that were driving me nuts. I pressed my now naked hips down against his, crying out softly when I felt every inch of his warm skin beneath me. I felt John shift his hips experimentally, making me groan. I put my hand underneath his head to cushion it from the cold tile floor, and then I closed the distance between our faces quickly, feeling his head press into my palm as the force of my kiss pushed his head down roughly.
It took about two seconds for him to regain some control, after which he pushed his tongue into my unresisting mouth. I groaned again, not even caring about how unusually vocal I was being. John seemed to enjoy it though; I felt him become harder with each moan I released, and I got the feeling he wouldn't last much longer. Just as I was thrusting my hips down against his to torture him, he came, screaming with ecstasy into my mouth, and then groaning as his wave of passion ebbed. He breathed out slowly through his nose as his mouth was still moving with mine in gentle patterns. We continued like that for a little while, and it felt amazing to just be able to kiss him, to taste his lips and tongue in the heavy steam that was still coming from the shower.
The shower. I suddenly remembered my original mission and I tilted my head up to look at the closed curtain above me. I barely heard John's plaintive whine at the loss of my lips on his, smirking when he flicked his tongue quickly against my neck.
My smirk, which he couldn't see, wouldn't have fooled him even if he could see it because it was rather obvious what he was doing to me. He laughed again and I felt his breath brush past my sensitive neck with each exhale. I stood up abruptly, leaving John to pout up at me from the floor, his cheeks flushed from the heat of the steam and from our most recent exertions. He stopped looking up at me and laid his head back on the floor, breathing heavily judging by the rapid rise and fall of his chest.
I bent down and yanked him up roughly before pushing him toward the shower and making sure he didn't trip on the rim of the bath. He stumbled a bit but quickly stepped in when he realized what was going on. I stepped in after him quickly, closing the curtain so we would be completely isolated for just a little while. No phones ringing, no one ringing at the door that we could hear… I suddenly felt like we had all the time in the world to just be with each other and I was going to use it to the fullest extent.
I reached around John to turn the cold water up just a bit; the heat was nice but it was starting to scald. He captured my hand as I was pulling it back and put it against his face. I held his face in both of my hands and kissed him everywhere (above the chest) except his mouth. I kissed his now-wet hair, the tip of his nose that was dripping water; I even kissed the water droplets away from his eyelashes. I could tell that I was infuriating him but he was enjoying the sweet tenderness of each kiss.
He ran his hands through my dripping hair, letting his fingertips travel down from the nape of my neck to trace my spine, stopping at my lower back before moving his hand back up my long back. When I had given attention to every part of his head and neck (except his mouth, of course) and he had made his circuit of my spine a few times, I gripped the back of his head, my fingers searching for purchase in his short hair which the water had practically glued to his head.
I gave up and put my hands on the back of his neck, caressing and gently cupping the side right on his so-called "sweet spot", finally kissing his adorable lips. His fingertips wound tightly into my hair, on the verge of pulling some out. I moved one hand from his neck to place it over his hands where they were fisted in my hair and he released his hold just a bit. He broke away from my lips with a small gasp, not seeming to even notice the little rivulets of water that were running over his eyes and slightly open mouth.
We stood like that for a minute or two, just watching the water run over each other's faces and bodies. John was looking at me like I was someone amazing which he usually only did when I made a (supposedly) difficult deduction. I was confused because I had given him no reason to look at me like that and I felt my facial expression change just enough to convey my confusion. He saw it and read it for what it was, and then he smiled and gently ran his fingertips down the sides of my face to follow the line of my jaw. He caressed my neck, shoulders, and chest, running his palms gently down my whole body, stopping when his hands reached the bit of sensitive skin below my navel. He slid his hands to rest at the same level on the outside of my hips, gently rubbing his thumbs in little circles on my sensitive skin.
How could one man be so erotic? I didn't know if it was just because I lacked experience but it seemed to me that John knew just where to put his hands to make me so excited that I couldn't think right and he was doing it again. I knew that I could do the same to him though so maybe it isn't a matter of experience, but rather one of how well you know the other person; obviously John and I are rather close.
I didn't really have much time to think it over though as John had gotten the idea in his head that he was going to tease me mercilessly, and he started by doing something completely unexpected. He slid his hands around to rest on my lower back, pulling himself closer to my chest simultaneously. That in and of itself wasn't strange, but then he dug his short nails into the extremely sensitive skin under his hands. I arched my back shouting as I felt a wave of pure ecstasy wash over me.
I felt cool water on my face so I looked down at John again, lust still written plainly on my face. I kissed his ear and jaw as I leaned past him to adjust the water to a more agreeable temperature. He began breathing heavily and when I leaned back again I watched desire flash through his eyes. I shook my head slightly, the smallest of smiles pulling at my mouth. I saw his eyes flicker down from mine quickly to my mouth. I glanced at his as well and noticed that he had no intention of kissing my lips at that moment.
He put his fingers under my chin, gently tilting my head back where I then rested it against the wall behind me and closed my eyes. His fingertips danced across my jaw and neck before making fluttering patterns across the expanse of my chest. He wound the fingers of one of his hands into my long hair and tilted my head back down to trace my facial features. He started by running his fingers over my eyelids then over the shadows that were under my eyes. He continued like that until the only feature he hadn't given any attention to was my mouth. I watched his face as he ran his fingertip over my lips, tracing my deep cupid's bow and following the movements of his fingertips shortly after with his lips, gently running them across the features he had just traced. They were the most tender of kisses, gentle touches of his lips to my fluttering eyelids and slightly parted lips. His tongue slipped inside my mouth, but it felt more sweet than lustful.
While we had been keeping our hands above each other's hips, we were both growing progressively harder. I tried my best to ignore the friction that was going on and I knew he was, too since his hands were balled up into fists on my waist. I covered his hands with my own, working my fingers under his to uncurl them from his palms. I left my fingers wound through his and brought them up to my chest, breaking the kiss.
I slid down to sit on the bottom of the tub, my back moving effortlessly on the dripping wall. John looked at me with raised eyebrows but I shook my head once and he sat down in front of me. I told him to turn around. When his back was to me, I put my hands on his waist and pulled him towards me. I draped my legs around him and over his legs where they were stretched out in front of him. He settled into my chest and I tucked his head under my chin. I smiled and began humming my latest composition. The hot water still fell from the shower as John drifted off to sleep still cradled against my body.
Just as I finished humming my newest piece, the water began to cool so I turned it off and sat in the quiet washroom for a few minutes, admiring the perfection of the moment.
I climbed out of the bath, being careful not to jostle John too much until I woke him up. He looked confused and lost for a moment but then he glanced up at me and smiled gently. I held my hand out to him to help him step out and I lost my breath for a moment at the sight of his body that was still covered in water. He ran his hand through my hair quickly before reaching past me and grabbing a towel that he wrapped rather low down around my hips. I smiled and draped his robe around his shoulders, kissing his chest quickly before closing the robe (loosely) and tying the belt (barely) around his waist. I gave into a childish impulse and ruffled a towel over his hair, making it stick up in some places. All I could think at that moment was that he was so adorable when his hair wasn't perfectly smoothed down.
We walked into the sitting room still dripping and holding hands, our fingers entwined tightly. We suddenly stopped when we noticed Mrs. Hudson in the kitchen staring right at us.
"Don't worry dears, there's all sorts 'round here. Mrs. Turner next door has got married ones, as I told you before." Her voice was calm but her face was red as she brushed past me to go downstairs. I looked at John where he had sat down in his chair and we both started laughing in the otherwise silent flat.
A/N: In case you haven't noticed yet, the POV alternates between John and Sherlock and I love doing it like this since I can write (and you can read) about each of their emotions as they're with each other to a certain extent. So that means the next chapter will be from John's point of view and I could give you a hint about what's going to happen but I don't think I will. I'm writing furiously so the chapter should be up within the next few days so be on the lookout :)
