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They weren't. The yell of the blond could be heard for many miles, Morrisa would have to talk to them about this. They couldn't be this way when they were back in Orison, they'd be thrown straight back out again. Not to mention, John seemed to be one who wouldn't be able to stand to much torment from others. It wasn't that he would shy away that she feared, it was that he would end up fighting with whoever gave him grief-which would probably not be started by him-and now, with the power he possessed, he would win undoubtedly. That was were the problem lay. Tension between these human and elven creatures was something that Morrisa never would be able to comprehend. It was all so much easier in the animal world.
The dragon walked in find the men lay in one of the beds. Sherlock was looking rather smug while the blond was resting on the elf's chest, eyes closed and breathing heavily.
Rather loud, weren't you? The black beast jibbed as she lay down. Sherlock chuckled while John blushed slightly more than he had before.
'I..eh, I didn't realise.' The blond said. The men received the sounds the dragon heard from a few miles away, this caused another chuckle and a mortified expression.
'Don't worry John, judging by the way Morrisa is behaving right now, I would say that Mycroft knows full well what we have being doing.' John looked at him then at the dragon.
It is true. The shorter man felt the colour drain from his face. He doubted he would ever be able to look that man-no, elf- in the face again.
'Of course you will, we're going back now.' Sherlock swiftly got out of the bed and dressed himself before John had even processed what was happening. When he did, he leapt up and slid into his clothes quicker than he had ever thought possible. Sherlock was already sat in Morrisa's saddle so John leapt up with ease to join him. Sherlock wrapped his arms round John's waist and the three existed the cavern and returned to Orison, much to John's whining and pleading to do otherwise.
During the flight, Sherlock got decidedly bored and nipped John's ears, which were now pointed slightly and stuck up through his still messy hair.
'Sherlock! Will you stop that?' John all but screamed. The elf chuckled darkly,
'That's not what you were saying an hour ago.' The blond tried to ignore the comment and instead focused on the landscape, the trees broke in the familiar gap just ahead of them.
'It's further than you think, you're not used to how more finely tuned your eyesight is.' The low voice rumbled in John's ear then teeth from behind him nipped it again, his hands wandering along the good doctors legs causing a rather loud moan from the doctor.
Carry on, boys, and I will tip you both off. Sherlock stopped immediately and sat the rest of the journey without moving a muscle.