John narrowed his eyes and set his hands on his hips, trying to look imposing, but failing a little. "Me? A goose, huh?"
"Ooh, and an angry one. I am so afraid of you, oh annoyed goose!" he smirked. "Get in, won't you?"
John narrowed his eyes, and tilted his head. "Nah, I don't think so, actually. Baths are boring." He turned around, smirking at the door because he was curious for Sherlock's reaction.
Sherlock looked shocked. "Baby! No! Please come back in…I'm sorry! I'll give you a massage!"
John playfully narrowed his eyes, not turning around. "A complete one? Back and shoulders and feet and all that?"
"All that and groin as a bonus!" He promised.
John grinned and turned around, swiftly making his way over to the bath. "Brilliant," he said, stepping inside and sliding in between Sherlock's legs, leaning backwards against him. "You know, you are a great boyfriend."
"I really am, aren't I?" he smirked, starting to knead his back.
John's eyes fluttered closed and he moaned softly when Sherlock's slender hands found a knot.
Sherlock shivered at the moan, working out all the tense muscles as he moved over his back.
John gasped and then started to giggle, squirming away from his touch. "Sh-Sherlock! That tickles! Stop it!"
The young detective laughed, trapping him close. "Oh really? It's fun! My dear, ticklish soldier…"
John kept giggling and protesting, making water slosh over the sides of the bath. "P-please, Lock, stop it!"
Laughing, Sherlock finally stopped. "Made you beg!"
John was still giggling when he let himself fall heavily against Sherlock. "That you did... wanna hear me beg some more?"
"I'd love to…" he licked a stripe up his neck, eyes dark.
John turned around so he was straddling Sherlock's hips under water. "Well, then... make me, honey," he whispered hotly in Sherlock's ear.
The detective grinned, pinning him to the side of the tub and growling softly in his ear. "Think you'll regret this?"
"What? Regret making love in the tub? Never," John said, already spreading out for his boyfriend.
Smirking, he moved closer. "Mmmm…gorgeous…"
John grinned and pulled his boyfriend closer. "You're brilliant," he whispered, "so...have me. Please?"
"Could I say no, my dear soldier?" He gently caressed him. "How do you want this?"
John grinned and just pulled Sherlock closer, and soon they found out a couple of new things to do.
After a few more rounds, they realised that although it was utterly brilliant, one needed a break now and then, so they went out to a park, where they sat in the sun, reading a book or just chatting and kissing.
At the end of the day, they had dinner at their own flat, which they prepared together, and ate it while watching a Doctor Who episode, one of the many that John had missed. John claimed he wasn't sniffing when Amy and Rory died, Sherlock knew he did and just hugged his man closer.
The first week was totally brilliant, but in the second week, both Sherlock and John seemed to realise that soon, John had to leave, back to the war. Every minute was more special than the one before, and John hardly spent time with someone other than Sherlock.
So, two days before John had to go back, he said, "I'm gonna meet up with a couple mates from secondary school tonight. I won't be home too late." They lay curled up, naked, of course, on the sofa, John gently running his hands through Sherlock's messy hair. "You don't mind, do you?"
Sherlock bit his lip, looking over at John before reluctantly shaking his head. "No John…not at all, if it's important to you." The last few days had been brilliant. They had been on another case together, visited a beach and the brunette had even allowed John to take him on a shopping trip. But now, the fact that John wasn't going to be here much longer hung over his mind like a black cloud. He pulled his boyfriend in closer, kissing his temple.
John hummed and laughed softly, running his hand over Sherlock's belly. "Thank you, sweetie. I won't be home late, I promise. And tomorrow I'm all yours." He turned his face towards Sherlock's. "I love you."
"I love you more, my handsome little soldier." He leaned in to kiss him lovingly, holding him tight.
John scowled playfully. "I'm not little, Lockie. I'm...compact." He narrowed his eyes and then giggled, kissed Sherlock's nose and sat up. "I'm gonna get dressed. Let me go, lovey."
"Mmm…must you…?" Sherlock gave him one more kiss before reluctantly letting go. "Okay, then. Have fun tonight, and text if you need anything."
John got up, but not before a thorough snog. "I will, gorgeous," he said with a grin before trotting over to their bedroom to get changed into tight, fitting jeans and one of the shirt Sherlock had given him. "How do I look?" he asked, smiling widely.
Sherlock whistled playfully. "Just wait till you come home tonight…" he winked, rolling off the couch. He walked over and cupped one of John's cheeks with his hand. "Stay safe," he whispered.
John hummed and leaned closer for a kiss, before pulling away again to fasten the clasp of his watch. "Okay…I got my phone, just in case something happens." He leaned and stole another kiss before he went in search of his shoes.
"By the coat rack," Sherlock supplied with a warm smile. He picked up John's jacket and held it out for him to get into.
John easily slipped his arms in his coat and turned around to give Sherlock a loving kiss. "Thank you, darling. I love you." He pulled away to get into his shoes and then straightened. "Now…don't do anything stupid, okay?"
Sherlock chuckled, fixing John's collar. "I promise I'll do my best to act like an adult until you return, John," he answered with a lopsided grin.
"Thank you, love," he said warmly. "I love you. And I'm all yours tomorrow."
Nodding sweetly, Sherlock answered. "So you said. Now, better not be late, or your friends won't believe you're a man in uniform."
John giggled and tugged at the chain around his neck with his round dogtags. "Oh, I got proof, Lockie," John said, but he moved around his boyfriend to open the door, stepping out. "Love you!" he called before he patted his bum to make sure he had his wallet, and then hailed a cab. When he got in, he blew his partner a kiss and grinned as he closed the door.
"Next time I'll check for you," Sherlock winked playfully, before blowing a kiss back and winking. He waved as the cab drove off, chuckling to himself fondly.
John settled comfortably in the back of the cab, already texting his friends that he was running a bit late but that he was surely on his way, and that he would buy the first round.
Three hours later, a slightly drunk and giggly John was fumbling with his keys to try and open the front door.
Sherlock looked up from his laptop, pausing to roll his eyes affectionately, before he jogged down the stairs to unlock the door for his boyfriend. Oh, dear John and his idiotic 'mates'.
As soon as the door opened, John tripped over his own feet, giggling as he tried to hold himself up with help from the doorpost. "Heeeyy honeyy," he slurred, blinking up at Sherlock. "Wow, you're gorrrgeoussss."
Sherlock gave into the temptation of rolling his eyes again as he helped John take off his jacket and shoes. "And you, my dear John," he said in an annoyingly patronising voice, "are drunk, and are going to bed. Alone."
Sloppily, John draped his arms around Sherlock's neck and tried to kiss him. "Aaawww? Kisskiss please?" he asked, already pursing his lips. "Pleassee?"
Sherlock couldn't help smirking as he held John upright against his chest. "Fine. C'mere." He leaned down and gave him a brief kiss. "Yuck, John. We need to improve your taste in alcohol. Why beer?!"
John giggled and pressed a wet kiss to Sherlock's cheek. "Beer's cheap," he tried to explain, "And izz nice. Like beer. And detectives."
The brunette had to grin at that. "Right, yes, I see. Let's get you upstairs." He scooped John up into his arms and carried him up the stairs to the sitting room.
John grinned up at Sherlock's face, suddenly getting rather touchy-feely about Sherlock's arse. "Was nizz, seeing the guys," he slurred once he was lying on the sofa, tugging at his pullover. "Told'em 'bout ya."
"What did they say?" Sherlock asked, watching him in amusement as he sat down on the floor by the sofa, running his fingers lovingly over John's now exposed belly, with the jumper half way off.
"Called me a poof'er, then slapped me back and gave me shots," John said with the widest grin ever. "Sooo, I'm gaygaygaayyyy and no-one caress. It's trrruly 'mazing."
Sherlock was about to snog that grin right off his face when he remembered that John currently tasted too much like cheap alcohol for his liking. "And exactly how many shots did they give you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
John frowned as he thought really deeply, then raised two fingers. "Twooo," he said, giggling again. "Firstest and lastest."
Sherlock felt his heart melt. This…man?…was adorable. "Uh-huh," he responded, sounding thoroughly unconvinced. "And did my handsome soldier eat anything for dinner to settle his tummy, or shall I order some pizza for us?" He rubbed his nose with John's.
John hummed and nodded, bobbing his sloppily up and down. "Had onion rings. I like rings. Can you gimme a rin'?" He looked up at his boyfriend with puppy eyes, wiggling his fingers in front of Sherlock's face.
He chuckled affectionately, kissing his hand. "If you're good, I'll propose to you soon, I promise." He got his mobile and called the local pizza place for a home delivery. He couldn't leave John alone like this – goodness knows what he'd get up to.
John smiled dopily and sagged against the sofa, legs stretched in front of him. "You'd be a grea' husban'," he muttered, rubbing at his eyes. "Handsome."
"That the only reason?" he smiled lovingly, hanging up once he'd placed the order. "I'm hurt, John."
John grinned widely, recogising the teasing on there. "Y'hurt? I'mma doctorrr." He began to giggle. "Trust me, I'mme Doctor. I've always wanna say tha'."
Sherlock smirked, "Well then doctor…don't you want to fix me?"
John pouted and shrugged, a wicked gleam appearing in his eyes. "Go'no tools, Sherlocksky."
He grinned. "Oh, really? Maybe we can – " The doorbell rang, and Sherlock reluctantly got to his feet, "Pizza's here."
John watched his boyfriend leave, and fell asleep before Sherlock had returned. His head lay tilted back, and he was snoring softly.
Sherlock saw the rather cute sight when he walked back in, and sighed, setting down the boxes. He lifted John into his arms again and carried him to bed. You'll regret this tomorrow, love, he smiled to himself.
Author's Note: SherlockedSherlockian
Quick update as promised! How is everyone? I might as well mention some exciting new fandom news for you all!
BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH has WON BEST TV DETECTIVE at the NTAs!
(It was obvious, really).
There is a new movement - #holmesdownunder – for the Sherlock fandom in Australia!
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Rumours have arrived…we might have Season 4 by Christmas THIS YEAR.
(Yeah, yeah, I know. I like building my mind palaces in the sky).
Stay tuned for chapter seventeen!
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