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A week past faster then ever and John's wound was healing extraordinary well. Fever was gone, he could breath without pain and his and Sherlock's relationship was on the same level as the start of this week. They slept in the same bed, and now and then Sherlock would kiss him passing by or sneak up on him while he sat by his blog and hug him from behind. Even if their love life hadn't evolved, John didn't complain, this intimacy was enough for now. After all Sherlock was Sherlock, and John could wait to go further until Sherlock wanted them to. They cuddled occasionally, in front of the telly and slowly John realised that his parter was extremely clingy; mostly in bed. In the middle of the night John would wake up with Sherlock's arms around his neck and legs around his waist, sweat would pour down his neck and face of the heath when they laid so close under the cover but he didn't have the heart to complain or move aside, he enjoyed the closeness to much.

The guest counter had spiked on the blog after his accident, comments and questions bombarded him about his wellbeing and the notes Sherlock had made him was very helpful when he wrote about the week at the hospital, after all he hadn't been conscious more than a couple of hours during the days spent there. He didn't make the post too long, just enough to answer the readers questions, then he closed his laptop and stretched his back in the chair. That's when two long arms tangled around his waist and he felt the curls tickle his cheek.

"You're done?" Sherlock asked and John lowered his arms from the air and placed his hinds upon Sherlock's.

"Yes." he answered as his neck cracked. "What do you say about dinner?" Sherlock hummed in his ear as he thought about the question.

"At home?" he asked after a few seconds and John shook his head.

"No, I mean out. We need to get away from the apartment for a while. I could kill for a parma-chicken at Angelo's tonight." The taller man stood quiet behind him, pondered hard enough for John to hear it. "What?" he asked and turned his head to look at him. Sherlock pressed his lips hard together and took a deep breath through his nose.

"Are we going as a couple or as friends?" he asked suddenly, making John frown by the question.

"Well, I was thinking as a couple." he said and with those words Sherlock pressed a kiss to his neck.

"It's a date then." he said eagerly and pulled back, he made his way to the bedroom, their bedroom.

"Where are you going?"

"Change!" he said and started to unbutton his shirt. John grinned and swallowed the rest of his tea.

"Should I change too?"

"Yes!" Sherlock shouted back like it was obvious and John looked down on his ensemble.

"Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?" He heard Sherlock chuckle.

"You're not wearing a jumper for a date!"

They had a lovely evening together, Angelo placed them at the window where everything had started, the study in pink that made their relationship blossom, only two years later they were at the same spot, but this time, John was Sherlock's date. Enjoying their dinner, talking about the memories they had from that they ran after a taxi for the wrong reasons. Sherlock swallowed a couple of glasses of whiskey, getting more and more tipsy until he giggled uncontrollably in his chair, pulling John with him in his cheerfulness. John ordered a third beer and another whiskey for Sherlock, then he had to listen to Sherlock's deductions about an odd couple at the other end of the restaurant.

"He's lying to her." he said and swirled his whiskey. "Look at them, he's literary feeding it to her."

"That's what people do." John said and his friend turned his gaze at him.

"What do you mean?" he asked and smiled that crocked smile that could make John tremble.

"People lie to get what they want." John said and played with the burning flame that flicked on the table. Sherlock sighed loudly and pushed his finger out of the fire and tangled their hands together between the two shakers.

"Is that how it works?" he asked and placed the glass on the table to secretly take Johns pulse with his fingertips.

"For some people, yes." he answered and observed Sherlock while he smiled lovingly. "But not for us, right? I think we know each other well enough to know when one's telling a lie."

"Maybe." he snickered and swallowed the rest of his whiskey, feeling John's eyes burn through him.

"What do you mean maybe?" he said and his eyes thinned. "What, have you been lying to me?" Sherlock smiled cockily before him and leaned closer over the table. "Sherlock?"

"I told you I don't like to cuddle." he said. "Well that's a lie." John bursted into laughter when he thought of the warm nights with Sherlock wrapped around him.

"Really!?" he exclaimed sarcastically and Sherlock snickered darkly. That voice intrigued John to lean over the table and their lips met in a passionate kiss. Suddenly, John felt how his jeans got tighter and he pulled back when he felt himself blush violently, god was he aroused by him.

"John?" Sherlock smiled and stroke his fingers through his hair.

"Shall we go home?" the doctor asked and finished the last of his beer.

"Walk or cab?" Sherlock asked and picked up his phone, ready to call.

"No, let's take a walk." John said and found the wallet in his jacket.

"Oh, do't be silly." they heard Angelo shout across the restaurant, like he could smell cash a mile away. "Your money's no good here!" They both knew that very well but John pulled out fifteen quid from his wallet and placed it on the table, Angelo was to kind.

They left the restaurant and the wind caught Sherlock's long cape and tossed it up Johns face, making them both laugh hysterically as John caught it between his teeth by accident.

"How 'bout that!" John said muffled by the thick fabric and Sherlock closed in and pulled in loose, exchanged it for a deep kiss. He cupped his face with warm hands and John's own travelled inside the long coat and grabbed his waist to pull him closer.

"John." Sherlock whispered into the kiss and drew a circle with his finger around his ear. "I think I'm in love with you." John's legs went soft by his words, fell into his embrace and wound his arms hard around him, he had never felt so alive and happy. Feelings were mutual.

"I think I love you too." he said into the crock of his neck. "Well in fact, I do. I have for a long time." Sherlock grinned happily and kissed his cheek.

"I know." he snickered and John started laughing again, of course he knew, that bloody man knew everything. "Shall we go home then?" He took one last breath of Sherlock's scent before he pulled back to look at him. Their hands entwined and they started walking down the street. It was a cold evening with a light wind pulling their clothes and John glanced as Sherlock's hair was pushed out of his forehead, the curls framed his face like a little crown.

"So how do you feel about kids?" Sherlock asked quite sudden and John choked on his breath.

"What?" he shouted and forgot how to move his legs. The detective turned to face him with a frown.

"Potential future partners should know these things about each other." It was like their first meeting all over again only this time a couple of grades higher in their relationship.

"Potential future partners?" John shouted but couldn't help his awful smiling. Sherlock nodded and looked a little worried.

"Yes? Did I say something wrong?" John stood speechless before him, sucking the air around him like a stranded fish. "Does the question bother you?"

"No." he finally got out and he flicked his sight between passing cars and Sherlock, feeling himself blush as he thought about a future with him. "I.. I just haven't thought about it."

"Well do." Sherlock said like it was easy and pulled John with him again but the doctor was glued to the ground.

"Wait! What about you?" He turned to him again and pressed his lips hard together.

"What?" he asked and John snorted out a laugh.

"What are you're thoughts about kids?" he asked and Sherlock smirked.

"Well, I think it's something worth speculating on. Don't you?" John grinned and tried to imagine Sherlock in a position as a father, it seemed impossible. "Shall we carry on?" The doctor decided not to think about this too much, after all Sherlock had a tendency to think to far, so he followed him down the street again, putting the conversation to rest. The detective suddenly stopped and bit his bottom lip as he took a deep breath, he looked hesitant as he turned to him again.

"Did I just kill the mood?" he asked and John frowned.

"What? No! Of course not!" he shouted over the sounds of cars. "It's just... a little unconventional to ask on one of the first dates." The detective hissed and nodded.

"I guess so." he said and continued walking. "I've done a lot of unconventional things these last couple of days, haven't I?" John giggled and let go of his hand to hug his whole arm.

"It doesn't matter if you have." he said and kissed his shoulder. "And by the way, you've alway been, not just these last couple of days."

The door flew open in the same second as Sherlock placed his hand upon the handle and Mrs Hudson jumped in the hallway.
"Oh my goodness!" she shouted and grasped her heart as she giggled. "You scared me."

"Going out?" John asked her and moved out of the way as she ran past him.

"Of course, John. She's visiting her flame in Glasgow." Mrs Hudson dropped her handbag but John caught it before it fell into the puddle.

"Oh don't you start with me young man!" she warned him and pointed a strict finger at him.

"Leave her Sherlock." John smirked and placed the bag in her hands again. "But it's late, will you be okay on your own?"

"Of course." she giggled. "I'll take a cab. You boys have a lovely evening, and I'll see you this weekend." A car pulled in by the sidewalk and Sherlock walked over to open the door for his landlady.

"Have a lovely week Mrs Hudson, and be careful with his cats, they are potential biters."

"He doesn't have cats!" she exclaimed and stepped into the car.

"Two." Sherlock said and kissed her hand. "Bye now." The door closed with a bang and he slammed the roof as it drove away. Suddenly the cloud above opened up and a shower of rain fell over them, quickly soaking their clothes.

"Jesus!" John shouted and squinted his eyes in the fall down. "Were the hell did that came from?" Sherlock took two stepped over the sidewalk and pulled John inside. Somehow, the doorstepped seemed higher tonight, and John stumbled over the wood. Lucky for him, Sherlock's coat was the perfect thing to grab a hold of before he hit the floor. With a shout he pulled the detective with him down and they landed in a pile, laughing hysterically.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sherlock asked and blew the dust on the carpet away from his lips. "Are you really that drunk?" John laid beside him, laughing silently as he held his breath, body cramping.

"I'm sorry!" he finally said and snorted. "Oh gods!" Sherlock watched as his boyfriend rubbed his eyes and rolled over on his back. "I don't know what happened." Arms fell to his sides and he saw the ugly lamp hanging in the corridor, this was the first time he had ever looked up in this room. "Mrs Hudson really has a bad taste in furniture."

"Oh forget about the lamp!" Sherlock shouted and tossed himself on top of him, John started laughing again and wound his arms around him.

"How could you possibly know about the cats? You've never even met the man." Questions like these always intrigued the detective and he smiled cockily, happy to answer him.

"I heard the man sneezing over the phone." John rolled his eyes and played with the dark curls that had already gone wet by the rain.

"You got all that by a sneeze?"

"No of course not!" he smirked. "I answered her phone the other day and I could hear them."

"Oh, you git!" John giggled but was silenced by Sherlock's lips. The laughter died out and the only importance right now were to get into the detective pants, literary. Hands explored over the taller mans body, touching and squeezing every part they could reach underneath the coat. The detective parted his lips and John let his tongue slip into the wet cavern, massaging the moving muscle, making Sherlock moan in pleasure. This time, he didn't ask for permission, if Sherlock wanted him to stop he just needed to say so. But not a word came from him as John's hand travelled down his abdomen and cupped his member through the jeans, he just broke the kiss, bucked into his hand and let out a trembling moan. Those blue green eyes was fixed on him, teared of pleasure he had never experienced before. It didn't take long before he got used to the new feeling and leaned in to kiss his lover again. He started to grind himself against his hand and John felt his member grow beneath the jeans.

"Do you want us to move upstairs?" he whispered into the kiss and Sherlock swallowed hard.

"Yes." he answered and John pushed him up.

None of them could remember how they got up the stairs, they just appeared in the bedroom, tugging each others clothes between deep kisses. The long coat sailed to the floor, soon to be joined by a silky shirt and a flannel. John pressed their bodies together, skin against skin and he could her Sherlock hiss as he kissed and nibbled his neck.

"John..." he murmured and grabbed his short hair. This wasn't the time for talking, John thought and placed Sherlock on the bed. He straddled him and nibbled his bottom lip. "John." he tried again and the doctor fixed his eyes on him. "Be kind." The man was nervous, shaking under his touch.

"Of course." John whispered and stroke his cheek. "I would never hurt you. Just relax and I think you will find it quite enjoyable." Sherlock managed to giggle and John had never seen him so adorable, so needy and excited but yet lost in the new found touches. After a quick fight with the buttons in the jeans the zipper finally came open and John sneaked his hand down to feel his twitching member. Sherlock moaned loudly and arched his back in the bed.

"God John." he groaned and captured his kiss. "Will it feel like this every time?" John smiled.

"You've never done this to yourself?" He shook his head, eyes foggy in pleasure and breathing hitched.

"I can't even remember the last time I had an erection." Well, John thought, this was going to be interesting. He pressed his soft lips against Sherlock and stroke his hair out of his eyes.

"I'll take you pants off." he informed him and sneaked his fingers inside the waistline of both his jeans and boxers, with one pull he released his throbbing member and it twitched against his stomach. The cold air caressed his hot skin and he moaned in abandonment, he watched while John undid his belt buckle and slid his jeans over his hips. His member stood proudly and Sherlock swallowed nervously, this was the first time he had seen another mans sex since he was five and bathed with his brother. Enough about my brother his head shouted and he reached out to take Johns hand, pulled him down into straddling him again. Their sexes accidentally bumped into each other and Sherlock let out a strangled moan as they did. Skin against skin again and the heath between their bodies made his groin ache painfully so he grasped John by his shoulders.

"John." he breathed and felt his warm hand touching his private parts. "It hurts."

"Where?" he asked and nibbled his exposed collarbone.

"Down there." he moaned and John wounded his fingers around his shaft and stroked it carefully.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked and saw how Sherlock's mouth fell open, he was too busy to answer him now. He brushed his thumb back and forth over the leaking head and the detective almost shouted in pleasure as he bucked into the touch. John kissed his jaw and pumped him slowly.

"Oh... god.." he breathed and forced John into another deep kiss. "Please..."

"Are you begging?" John murmured and saw Sherlock smile.

"Don't you dare patronise me at this moment." he hissed and stroke his hand over his back and loved the way John played with him. And then John did something beautiful, he kissed a trail down his neck, over his collarbone down to his left nipple and gave it a lick, making Sherlock cross eyed in lust. He pinned himself to the bedspread and moaned loudly.
"Oh, John..." he breathed and started to move his hips as something pooled up in his abdomen. "Don't stop." He was panting now, close to completion when John forced his right leg between his knees and Sherlock spread up for him. Even if he didn't recognise the feeling he knew he was close. "Jo.. John." He didn't know where to keep his hands, he grasped whatever was close and his breathing hitched. Then he felt something hard against his thigh and he looked down, John was finding friction for himself and the doctor was just as close as he was. Teeth scraped against his hard nipple and it took him over the edge. His hips moved uncontrollably into John and his voice broke into some ridiculous noises of pure lust and bliss. And that was it, his pulsating shaft twitched in John's hand as white ribbons hit both his and the doctor's chest's. He didn't see it but he could feel the whole world fade around him and his eyes was clouded in white. In the next second he heard John moan loudly and press himself hard against his thigh as he came, his sharp teeth dug into Sherlock's collarbone, piercing the skin. There was pain, but it felt so good mixed with the wonderful feeling of orgasm. John fell on top of him, removing his hand from the softening shaft to hold onto his shoulder. They both took a moment to get back into normal breathing again and Sherlock opened his eyes to see his lover tremble.

"John." he murmured and cradled his head that was tucked closely to his neck.

"Hmpf... yes?" he breathed and pressed his soft lips to his vain.

"Please, do that to me again sometime." he pleaded and felt John's chest heaving in his heavy breathing and low giggling.

"With pleasure." he answered and hummed in satisfaction. "What did you think?" The detective's mouth curled into a smile and he gave him a dark smirk.

"I think you have your own deduction to that." he said and kissed the top of his head. "Don't you, doctor?" The shorter man made an effort to roll off him but Sherlock held him tight. "Don't."

"We need to wash up." he breathed, still deeply pleased by his climax, but Sherlock wouldn't let him leave the bed.

"Not yet." he plaided him and buried his fingers in his short hair. "Just a minute."

John didn't complain, he fell back on his chest, feeling the spunk and sweat between them. As they laid there, catching their breaths, he heard Sherlock murmur to himself and he lifted his head again.

"What?" he asked when he saw the detective staring up to the roof, it seemed like he had travelled of to his mind palace. "Sherlock?"

"Hm?" he looked down him and started to move his thumbs back and forth to caress his back.

"You still here?" John asked him with a loving smile and the detective was infected by it.

"Yes, I was just... er..." he shook his head and took a breath deep enough to lift John with his heaving chest. "Shower?" He didn't need to ask twice.

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