And indeed. When John woke up, he had the master of all headaches, a foul taste in his mouth and his whole body felt as if he were hit by a lorry. He groaned and wished he could sleep on blissfully, the only recollection being that last night had been great fun.

Sherlock came upstairs wearing nothing but his boxers, holding a tray with water and paracetamol. "Morning," he said softly, but his smile was smug.

John grunted and pressed his face in the pillow. "Stop shouting," he whined, pulling the blanket over his head.

"Stop whining, John, there's no one to blame but yourself." He sighed, sitting down on the bed. "Let me give you a head massage, it'll help."

Grumbling, John accepted his offer and pulled the blankets away. "Okay," he mumbled, snatching the pills and the water, swiftly swallowing.

The detective gently started rubbing his temples. "Oh, by the way, you can watch the recording later, if you'd like."

John sighed and laid his aching head in Sherlock's lap. "Recording? What recording?"

"The recording of you since you came home from your, erm…reunion. I have CCTV in the flat." He grinned.

John groaned and closed his eyes. "Bad idea," he mumbled, "I probably made an arse of myself."

"Oh, you're a rather endearing drunk," Sherlock smirked back. "You rather seemed to like mine, more than making one of yourself."

John's cheeks flushed pink. "Okay. Erm…well, you do have a nice arse, actually. Especially in those suits of yours."

Sherlock smirked, "Oh, you're just saying that because you like detectives."

John groaned. "I did not say that. Please tell me I didn't say that."

Sherlock could not have looked like he was enjoying this more if he tried. "You also said you like beer and rings. Do you really? Oh…that's right…I'm sorry I haven't done it yet."

"WHA'?" John looked horrified. "What? No, Sherlock, please... I was drunk, okay? You shouldn't take everything serious. Hell, I can't even remember a single thing of what i said..."

"You asked me to propose to you, in your own funny way," Sherlock grinned fondly. "I should stop teasing you. I'm sorry."

John huffed and closed his eyes, headache mostly gone now, but drowsiness creeping back over him. "Hmph. Thanks but no thanks," he mumbled, before yawning.

Sherlock smiled, giving him a soft kiss. "Sleep, honey. You'll feel better when you wake up."

John hummed and did just that, falling asleep. Luckily they had two more days before he had to leave, today and tomorrow.
He slept deep and long, his sleep restful. When he woke up, he still had a foul taste in his mouth, but he was comfortable and warm, and the headache was mostly gone.

Sherlock was there with a mug of sweet tea. "Here sleeping soldier," he grinned cheekily, "this should cheer you up."

John opened his eyes and smiled up at his boyfriend. "Thanks," he said softly, his voice a bit hoarse but cheery. "You're a great boyfriend." He accepted the mug and sat up in bed, hands wrapped around it. "I'm sorry if I ruined today," he said quietly. "I didn't mean to get this drunk, truly."

"It's fine," Sherlock answered quietly, kissing his cheek and wrapping an arm around him, "I'm just glad you had fun last night." He was doing his best not to think about the fact that John would be leaving again in 48 hours.

John chuckled and nodded. "Lots, really. I feel fine now. What do you want to do now? Shall we go out?"

Sherlock hummed thoughtfully. "Up to you, John. This is your holiday, after all."

John hummed thoughtfully and rolled onto his side. "Well... how about... we have some sex, then share a bath and get dressed, and then walk around London?"

Sherlock slipped under the covers beside John. "Sounds like a plan." He cuddled up to him. "But you make it sound so unromantic…"

John grinned and pushed Sherlock down on the mattress. "Really? How would you call it, then?"

"I don't know…Johnlock-making?" Sherlock tried, frowning in thought. "Hmm…what else could we use? Doctective, Soldective, Holmeson…give me a sec. I'll think of more."

John was snorting in an attempt not to laugh. "What? Johnlock-making?" He straddled Sherlock's hips and pressed his hands in the pillows on either side of that curly head. "How about... Holmesex?"

"But where's your name in that? And you're not my ex…never will be…" he ran a hand down his back, feeling the muscles.

John huffed and leaned down to kiss Sherlock firmly. "Not ex, Lock, sex. Holmes and sex. I'm Mr Sex, after all." He giggled.

He laughed. "You wish, John," he teased playfully, sticking his tongue out and up at him.

John narrowed his eyes and leaned closer, pressing his lips to Sherlock's ear. "Really...? I like to believe that I am really rather good!" He gave a suggestive roll of his hips against Sherlock's.

Sherlock immediately release a groan of desire. "John…what am I going to do when you go back…?! I won't be able to survive without you here."

John stilled and pulled away, and when he looked down at Sherlock, there was nothing teasing in his expression. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I'm sorry for leaving you again. I don't want to, Lockie, not now I have you. But you will wait for me, won't you?"

"Always John. I don't want anyone else, I've never wanted anyone else." He pulled him close and held him tight. "I'll wait as long as it takes. I love you. But I'll miss you."

John nodded, and leaned down for another kiss. "I'll miss you too. I just can't believe those two weeks flew by so fast."

"They always do," Sherlock admitted, "now…where were we? Let's not let something not currently upon us ruin today."

John smiled, ran a hand through thick curls, and proceeded to completely ravish his boyfriend.

Sherlock gave in entirely, fingers splayed across John's strong back.

After their bout of...Johnlocking, if you like, John sighed deeply and collapsed next to Sherlock. "Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant."

"You really are." Sherlock turned too, curling up around him and holding him close, giving him a soft kiss in thanks.

John hummed happily, almost behaving like a cat, and closed his eyes. "I love you," he said, pressing a hand over Sherlock's heart. "Can I bring a picture of you to Afghanistan?"

"Any one, and as many as you'd like," he smiled, reaching into his pillow and producing one of John. "I give it a kiss every night before I go to sleep…when the real thing's not here, of course."

John grinned and took the picture, sighing a bit. It was the one taking at his graduation, when he looked rather dashing in his suit and tie. He handed it back and whispered, "Let's do a photo shoot, love. In London, just you and me."

Sherlock flushed a little, but nodded eagerly, kissing down John's shoulder tenderly. "Sounds wonderful. I always did think you should be a model," he grinned lopsidedly.

John snorted up at the ceiling. "Me? A model? Nah, don't have the figure for that, you know. Not thin or tall enough." He turned his head and pressed a kiss to Sherlock's cheek. "But I wouldn't mind posing for you. Do you want pictures of me naked? I'm sure it can be... arranged, if you'll ask nicely."

Sherlock smirked toothily, before rolling to position himself above John. "Please, doctor," he purred silkily in his ear, "I have a request…"

John smirked too. "Really? What might that be, consulting detective?" He spread his legs a little, licked his lips so they were a bit wet and gave Sherlock a sensual look with half-lidded eyes.

"Well, you see…" he whispered, stroking him lightly, "I've been informed that if I ask /very/ nicely…I might get a few extra special pictures for my album…I was…hoping for a couple, at least."

John gasped softly, teeth digging in his bottom lip. "Oh... well, you are asking nicely, aren't you? Go get a camera, love." His voice was a bit hoarse, his eyes darker than normal.

Sherlock very slowly disentangled himself from John, giving him a deep kiss before walking over to his chest of drawers.

Author's Note: SherlockedSherlockian

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