John's POV
After that a new pattern arose, sometimes they would go out running or working a case while he was in wolf form, other times they would stay in the flat and relax. No matter what, he spent the entire time he was a wolf with the younger man, enjoying the time spent and feeling like they were getting closer. Sometimes though he just thought it was his wolf form his vampire liked and other times he felt like he was liked for himself.
Nearly two years after they had first partnered up he gets an odd text one day while he is working at the clinic.
–Do you ever sextext?- SH
For a few minutes he cannot help but stare at the wall as he tries to understand why he got such a message. It must be for one of the younger man's many experiments.
-Sometimes. If I am in a long term relationship.-JW
Several hours pass before the next message comes through.
-I like you without clothing- SH
It takes him several minutes of staring at his phone before he realizes he has gotten several more texts.
-Particularly no clothing at all- SH
-Pressed against me. That was nice-SH
The third is a picture of the majority of Sherlock's bare legs along with the note –I think this is included in this type of messaging- SH
The fourth is a picture of the younger man's back using a mirror to take the image with just a hint of that lovely ass showing.
-I like your skin- SH
-Can I taste you?- SH
-You look like you'd taste good.-SH
-Is a sheet considered clothes?-SH
-In a sheet only. Waiting for you to get home.-SH
-Cuddling is nice.-SH
-With you anyways. I don't cuddle with others.-SH
-We should cuddle on my bed, its bigger than the sofa or your bed.-SH
The last easily identifiable picture he gets is of Sherlock's torso, throat and head, using the mirror once more, head cocked to the side as he stares seriously at the phone and takes the picture.
Several more messages, both words and random pictures arrive between then and when it is time to leave work. His inner wolf is rejoicing, the creature identified as his mate was slowly coming around. Of course, what happens if his vampire decided that he was not mate material? While it was true that not all wolves mated for life, many do and his wolf insists that he is one of them.
When he gets home, he finds the vampire lounging on the sofa wearing nothing but his silvery white sheet that hints at all sorts of things without actually revealing anything.
"You never responded to my texts," the younger man remarks as he takes his jacket off, "Was I doing it wrong?"
Sighing softly he sits on the edge of the table in front of the sofa, and smiles at his vampire, "That depends, why were you texting me like that?"
"Wasn't I obvious enough?" there is something both curious and heart breaking in his vampires voice.
"Well Sherlock, not really, you could have been doing it as an experiment, a prank, because you wish to try something different, because you're sincere, any number of reasons, either separately or together." He answers slowly, trying to make sure that he uses the right words. His vampire flatmate is brilliant but sometimes the way he thinks is very hard to understand or follow.
Blinking at him, the younger man just gazes off into space past his shoulder for a long moment before what he said seems to click. "Oh," waving a hand in front of his face he remarks, "Because after long consideration I have decided you are mine and the only way to ensure that no one else wins you away is to be everything with you. Since your touch does not bother me, I enjoy the cuddling, whether in your human or wolf form, and like how you look, why should I not be interested?" There is a long pause while the vampire studies him, "Unless I misread something and you are not interested in me?"
Smiling, he leans forward to cup the taller man's face before gently pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss. "I'm very interested in you," he whispers when he pulls back the slightest bit, "I just never thought you would be interested in me."
Smiling at him brilliantly, the taller man's hands cover his for a moment and the two of them share a long slow kiss, more explorative than anything else.
"We'll do this right," he murmurs when they break apart a few moments later, "and build it into something strong."
Nodding once, the vampire kisses him again, his hands slipping down to his shoulder blades, "Alright John."