5.
Sherlock dived smoothly into the pool while John sat on the edge, dangling his legs in. They returned to 'The Pool' three times a week now if they didn't have a case. John had finally found something that occupied Sherlock, he thought.
That, of course, wasn't true, because John was too dense to delve into the deeper emotions that drew Sherlock here.
It humbled him.
He had nearly lost John here, and that's why he loved the place. Because it made him realise how much he needed him.
Sherlock pushed himself above the water in front of John, grabbing his legs to hold himself there.
"Come in with me."
John shook his head, though. He wasn't one for swimming. He couldn't see the fun. The whole point was to not drown.
He hadn't figured out that that was also the point to life.
Sherlock wrapped his hands around John's waist and pulled him in instead, pushing him against the wall and kissing him wetly.
He pushed off John's swimming shorts and then his own. The place was empty, and if he was going to pick a lock, he was going to swim naked. And so was John.
He pulled John under slowly, wrapping his arms around him and kissing up his neck and John just watched Sherlock move under the water. The came back up for air and Sherlock pushes John against the side again, pinning him there.
He ran his hands down John's side as John leant his head over the side of the pool. From here he could see where Moriarty had stood on that day, but it didn't matter as soon as Sherlock's hands ran over his penis.
Sherlock leant flush against him no, breathing deeply into his hair while John clutched at his back and ass. Sherlock captured both their erections now and began rubbing in earnest. John closed his eyes tight and moaned into Sherlock's neck. Water was lapping around them and it became hot and cold in flashes as John tipped over the edge and hit his teeth on Sherlock shoulder after a tiny scream that echoed through the whole complex.
Sherlock came with a smug look on his face, but as he returned to the real world, he felt the heaviness of where they were and what they had just done and what it meant.
But tonight wasn't the night to be thinking about that. Tonight was the night to stop into the Chinese store, watch bad television and watch John sleep.
He pressed his lips against John's head and mumbled, "I love you."