What can I say? I did promise.

This is where things start heating up a bit, and where the T rating will finally be there for a reason.

Well, here we go. And as always, reviews are much appreciated. Shout out to 666Neme666, my second (and also third) ever reviewer! Many thanks!

Chapter Five

"So... I brought a drink." I tried to contain a relatively straight face as Sherlock continued to stay in his ceiling hole. "By the way, why exactly is that hole there? Seeing as it just leads to the hall, it's not a very good sunroof. And I'm bound to fall through at some point."

"Oh, don't worry. It was an experiment, and Mycroft is having some friends fix it during the night. By the way, he mentioned his assistant saying something about 'change'..."

"Ah, t-that was nothing."

"Well, as long as it's unimportant." Sherlock gave me one of his simple smiles, although from the position he was in it looked extremely goofy. I couldn't help but laugh.

"What is that smell, again? Food?"

"Just a simple thing I experimented with earlier."

"Wow, two experiments in half an hour, I – did you microwave the plaster?"

"Oven baked, actually." I groaned."

"Seriously? I hope there aren't any chemicals in that smell. Wouldn't want to be sent to hospital with solvent poisoning when we were about to – I mean, that wouldn't be good." Despite how close I was, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"About to what?"

"N-nothing."

"John."

"What?"

"Come upstairs." I almost choked at the blatant feel of the statement. It's almost as if Sherlock meant we were going to –

I rushed up the stairs, excited and amazed at what we were going to do. All this time, I'd been so afraid of even contemplating such an idea, but now... I shivered with delight.

As soon as I got to Sherlock, I saw he had taken his head out of the hole – and I whimpered with sudden delight. Sherlock was stood there, smirk on his gorgeous face, hands in the pockets of his simple trousers –

And wearing nothing else.

Sherlock was practically half naked.

Gasping, I could barely move. I almost felt afraid, like I wouldn't be enough, like this was doomed to fail. But then I saw him walk towards me, and I didn't have to do anything. Sherlock lifted a hand up, rested it against my cheek. The contact was more than enough.

I can't even describe it.

He's perfect.

He looks like an angel.

And he even tastes like one.

Reaching around to hold him closer to me, I can feel his pale smooth skin on the tips of my fingers. I moan at the pleasure, and Sherlock seems happy too. Slowly, I feel him slide his face away from mine, lightly nibbling at the edges of my neck, calmly sliding his tongue down to my throat. I can barely breathe – all of the fear has melted away, and all I can do is wonder at how Sherlock can be so good at something he's supposedly never done.

"John. Come along, now."

Oh my God. That whispering. I did mention, didn't I? How I always how he whispered. It's like a moment where everything goes quiet, simply so the world can hear his wonderful, sexy voice all the more better. And I love it.

Closing his arms around my waist, I feel myself being guided down, towards...

Oh my God.

Oh my actual God.

Sherlock's bedroom.

"Sherlock... oh..."

This is it.

This is all I could ever hope for.

Dreams.

All of them coming true...

Hallelujah, something smexy at last! Honestly, I was terrified about this chapter. Three reasons: one, I had no idea how far it would go; two, I didn't know how far I wanted it to go; and three, making sure no one in my house (parents, friend, dog) tried to read it and discover that I really am a lot less adorable than they believe.

It's not a very long chapter, but it's still probably the best thing I've come up with so far. As I mentioned before, there'll probably only be a few more chapters, and I'd be so happy to have some PMs from people with suggestions and requests. I'll do anything right now except smut and gory stuff, since I'm crap at those. :/

See you all tomorrow. Remember, reviews are now officially better than cookies!