Ripple
By: Raven612
Chapter 2: Domestic
Summary: The start to two weeks from hell. Already things have gone sour…for Sherlock that is.
A/N: So sorry that this took so long to update, but I have been so very distracted by other amazing fics. I am only hoping to be a fraction of amazing as some of the other authors out there. Please go on and read now and don't forget the review! Also check out scopesmonkey, agirlofthesouth, and skyfullofstars because they are all amazing and have some of thee best fics I have ever read; seriously!
There was something on his hips, something boney and weighing almost sixty pounds. Sherlock groaned and tried with his enormous brain powers to make the weight disappear because it sure as hell was not John wanting a morning triste. The giggles that came from the weight further proved that it was indeed, not John Watson. This only further served to piss Sherlock off. He cracked an eyelid and was greeted with golden curls and cornflower blue eyes.
"You're awake uncle Lock!" Annabelle greeted happily and flopped her torso on top of his now. Sherlock let out a rush of air.
"Yes, quite nice of you to notice, what are you doing in here?" he mumbled and opened his eyes fully now while shoving Anna off of himself. A chuckle sounded from the man next to him and Sherlock glared, "good, John is awake, bug him," Sherlock instructed the four year old girl and tipped his hips a little to deposit Anna on the bed between him and John.
John flipped over and his bright blue eyes met mirthful blue ones framed by golden curls, John grinned, "Good morning love, where is James?" he asked and lifted a hand to tuck the curls behind the little girl's ear and she giggled.
"He's making breakfast," she daftly informed him.
Sherlock sat up immediately, "He is not," he huffed not believing the words from the girl's mouth, but to prove him wrong something banged onto the kitchen floor, "bloody hell," he muttered and shoved the blankets off and got to his feet to investigate.
Annabelle giggled and sat up and looked down at John as he stretched and yawned, "James always makes mummy mad when he cooks," she informed the doctor before scooting herself across the bed and got to her feet.
"I'm sure he does," John added and sat up himself. He stretched his arms over his head again to ease the kinks and got to his feet as well. He shuffled out of the room after his skipping niece.
"John!" Came a shout from the kitchen, and John couldn't help the grin that spread over his lips. John was always utterly amused at Sherlock's interactions with his niece and nephew. They never failed to rub the great detective the wrong way whenever they were around, but John saw the underlying affection Sherlock always denied.
"What n-" John didn't finish when he came to the threshold of the kitchen, "What in God's name…" he trailed. There was a mess of flour and sugar everywhere including the four year old boy who struggled to get out of Sherlock's vice like grasp. "James!" John scolded and ignored Anna's giggles as he entered the kitchen only to promptly slip on a broken egg and land on his arse.
"That is only the beginning to your paying me back for this," Sherlock hissed and looked down at the boy now laughing manically at his side.
James couldn't stop the stomach rumbling laughter and it wasn't long before Anna joined in. John glowered at Sherlock and pulled himself to his feet and wiped the flour from his legs, "You look silly Uncle John," James pointed out, the flour dusting his face falling off in small wisps as he doubled over.
"I'm sure I do James, what were you thinking?" John asked the little boy in a calm and even tone. Of the two, James was the most sensitive and was prone to tears at the sound of any irate or angered voice.
The boy's merry smile dropped immediately and his bottom lip trembled and his head bowed down.
"Oh…perfect," Sherlock mumbled and turned away, he knew what would be coming and it annoyed him to no end. James would snivel and pout and John would give in.
"I'm sorry, really I am. I just wanted to make some pancakes and toast," he muttered, the thick accent of tears underlying his words.
John sighed and looked again at the ruined kitchen and didn't even flinch when Anna knocked another bowl from the counter. Sherlock's jaw twitched and he strode past them all, leaning in towards John as he passed he hissed, "They are not welcome."
John just shook his head and flinched when their bedroom door slammed. He smiled though and beckoned James to him, "Let's get you cleaned up then see what we can do with the kitchen, yeah?" John told the little boy and settled a gentle hand on his shoulder and steered him towards the bathroom, John looked over his shoulder, "come on Anna you too," he told her. The girl frowned and followed begrudgingly after them.
It took only an hour to clean the kitchen and not surprisingly it looked much better than usual. Silly how a giant mess can prompt one to clean something better than it had ever been before. John stood back and admired his work and dusted his hands off. Sherlock had still not made an appearance from the bedroom and John didn't expect him to, not without some special coaxing. After the kitchen had been situated John began making them all breakfast. He rummaged up what he could find to make pancakes; he even had some strawberries in the fridge to accompany the pancakes.
John looked at the clock as he flipped a pancake in the skillet and noted the time; 8AM. It wasn't an unpleasant hour, but still quite early from when he'd usually be up on a normal Saturday. At the thought his mouth opened in another wide yawn. Giggles erupted behind him and he scowled.
"Uncle John, are you sleepy?" Anna inquired in a sing-song tone with a wide grin on her face. Her blond ringlets were still damp as they hung to her small shoulders.
John shook his head, "No love," he answered her and walked over to the table and plopped a large pancake onto her plate. He looked across the table where James had nearly inhaled his own cake and sported a milk moustache; John grinned. He truly did have a fondness for children and because he knew Sherlock didn't, he'd never pushed the option of adoption. When Harry announced she and her wife were adopting, John viewed that as a way to vicariously have his own children as well, which Sherlock absolutely abhorred, or so he liked to make them all think.
"More," James announced and held up his empty plate sticky with syrup. John frowned and saw the boy had left his strawberries untouched.
"Eat your fruit, no more cakes," John answered and sipped at his tea. Anna giggled and stuck her tongue out her brother.
"Yeah James, don't be so greedy," she taunted and took a large bite of her pancake. James glared at her and suddenly he lurched himself across the table, fork aimed for her pancake.
John jumped when he saw the action and his tea spilled down his front. Anna started to scream and tried to poke her brother with her fork. John cursed under his breath as tea dripped down the front of his sleeping shirt and landed on his boxers. "James, Anna, enough!" he snapped and set his tea cup down with a sharp snap.
The twins stopped their wresting and looked up at John and blinked. James looked like he was about to cry and Anna was furious. Her pancake was hanging off of her plate and syrup was pooling on the table top. Anna was about to stick her finger in the goop and lick it, but John slapped her hand away, "Not wise," he mumbled not knowing what types of things Sherlock had on the table top in the past week.
"James off the table and Anna finish your breakfast," he told them sternly. His hands were on his hips as he watched them comply with his orders. Slowly James slid himself along the table until his feet reached his chair and he sat himself down again. He sat and blinked up at John. Anna, defiant as ever, stuck her tongue out again at James and grabbed one of his strawberry slices and ate it.
"Hey," James pouted and pointed to Anna, "she took my strawberry," he whined in a high pitched I'll-get-whatever-I-want voice.
John sighed; he had turned away from them and was at the sink attempting to clean the mess from his shirtfront. He didn't bother to look at the twins, "Anna hands to yourself and James eat your fruit before Anna can get at it," he told them before joining them at the table again.
Anna shot John a glare and continued to eat her pancake, syrup and crumbs clinging to the area surrounding her mouth. John sighed, but smiled nonetheless. He did enjoy his niece and nephew but it was still hard work to take care of them, but then again John had a lot of substantial training with Sherlock; he equaled at least three or four small and stubborn little children. John sighed as he leaned back in his chair with his new cup of tea and watched Anna and James finish up their breakfast. Once both children were satisfied he cleaned the table while they scrambled over each other to the living room to watch morning telly. John quickly did the dishes and fixed a tray for Sherlock, it was an apology of sorts and John hoped it would be received positively by the sulking detective. He picked up the tray and moved out of the kitchen and through the living room making his way towards the room he shared with Sherlock. He glanced over his shoulder at the children.
"Behave now, I've got to cheer up Sherlock," he told them with a stern look that told them they better be quiet and stay exactly where they were.
Anna and James grinned and nodded their heads. It was a wonder what morning cartoons could do for such small humans. John smirked. Judging by the show currently on, he had one hour until they would grow restless and bored. He came upon the closed door of the bedroom and had to hold the tray with one hand while opening the door. He nudged it with his hip and walked into the room. He kicked the door closed behind him. Sherlock's back greeted him.
"I know you are not a fan of having the kids here, but I couldn't turn Harry down," John explained as he scooted the tray of breakfast onto the table on his side of the bed. He sat himself down and scooted onto the bed.
Sherlock did not acknowledge him. He continued to glare daggers into the wall. He was acting childish, and he knew it. He would not speak to John until he removed the two menaces from his home. John recognized this behavior and he knew just what to do to make Holmes melt. John grinned and scooted towards Sherlock. He knelt next to the man's shoulders and bent down. John's lips were a mere whisper from Sherlock's ear; his hot breath cascaded in gentle wisps against the pale shell.
"Sherlock Holmes," John whispered. The doctor's lips just barely moved against Sherlock's ear, and the detective put up a valiant battle to repress the shiver that traveled down his spine.
"John Watson," he growled, yet he refused to face the doctor. No; he'd make the man work for it.
John smirked, and his tongue snaked from inside his mouth to taste the outer shell of Sherlock's ear. The detective made a low rumbling deep in his throat; John felt it stir in his groin. "I swear that voice is tied directly to…" John trailed as his hands slid gently over Sherlock's shoulders and followed lean muscle to his chest down to his taut stomach; the continual moving of his hands made him have to lean against Sherlock's back with his erection pressing into him and his fingertips just breached the waistband of Sherlock's pajama pants, "my cock."
Sherlock could not handle it when John spoke in a low and heady tone and threw out explicit words like cock. Sherlock squeezed his eyes shut trying to make his body shut the bloody hell up! His fists tightened on his elbows, and with a swift movement he had flipped around to face John. He lifted himself and crashed his lips into John's, "God I bloody hate you," he murmured as his fingers made quick work of the clothes John was wearing.
A/N: How very rude of me to just tease you all like that! Guess that means you'll have to continue to stick around and read the sure smut that is just around the corner along with the continued antics of James and Annabelle…but oh…things are not going to be peachy on Baker Street….oh no, with happiness comes sadness. Please review and don't mind obvious grammar errors…I so need a beta . Anyways, please review and let me know what you think or what you might want to see ^.^