A/N – Hey there, feel like I haven't updated in so long- I have a few stories in the works now so hopefully they'll be up after exams and finally the promised Johnlock arrives, you were starting to think I was a MorMor whore weren't you (I totally am) anyway- to fluff and beyond!

"Sherly , sherly , sherly ."
John had been muttering for the last 20 minutes while Sherlock had extracted him from the inferno of the club and poured him into a cab.

They arrived at 221b baker street considerably worse for wear (well John did) where Sherlock stuck up the stairs perching a swaying john on his shoulders, trying not to wake Mrs Hudson. She would hunt them down and eat them if she did not get the 10 hours she needed; as they'd found out several nights ago when Sherlock couldn't contain himself in the hallway. The woman had no shame.

The crime fighting duo wound up toppling onto their bed in a crumpled heap, all arms and legs. Sherlock propped himself up on an elbow and raised an eyebrow at the giggling man below him.
" Sherly , john , is a woman's name . And I should hope for your sake as well as mine that I am most definitely not a woman. "
At which point the stocky man leant up , snaked a hand behind his slender neck and kissed him hotly , all tongues and teeth .
"Mmhhmm. Definitely not a woman. "
The reason the doctor was so bladdered was that he had let himself be duped into participating in one of his flatmate's experiments (again) .
The plan was to get john drunk using only WKD , the choice drink of a certain killer in a case , to determine how long it would take for him to reach a 1.7 blood alcohol level . But during his night at 'the flaming flamingo' John had gotten tired and replaced it with the hard stuff , chucking White Russians down like there was no tomorrow, while the consulting detective watched with a wry smile . He knew how John got when pissed. And he loved that John, very much indeed. After an intense night of dancing, grinding and the hottest leather pants john had laid eyes on; they were both so hot for each other that just a look into either pair of eyes was enough to call to attention their already half hard dicks.

"You are so hot for me right now." John exclaimed, spying his lovers need. "What tells you that my dear?" Crooned the detective. "Observe." He demanded, in a voice dripping with seduction.
"Well, your pulse is higher than normal" john whispered into the detective's ear, leaning in. "Your pupils dilated." He said, kissing his eyelids. "You have a veerrrry attractive flush on your face and neck" the doctor murmured, ghosting kisses across Sherlock's collar bone. "And the unmistakable sign of the rather large bulge in those ridiculous trousers" fingering the edge of them.
"A perfectly sound analysis John, but I was hoping you'd go deeper."

At that point john leapt on Sherlock, and while straddling his hips, trailed kisses down his jaw and neck. He proceeded to undo his favourite tailored trousers and banish them to the other side of the room then slowly, tortuously undid the buttons on The Purple Shirt and slid it carefully off the Detective's toned back. "Ngghh, John" whimpered Sherlock, leaning forward into john's touch. "Ah ah ah Sherly dear, all in good time". The good doctor leant forward and gently pushed Sherlock down onto the bed and trailed small nips and kisses down from his protruding collarbones to the most elegant belly button he'd seen (if belly buttons could be elegant)

The consulting detective arched into his touch and gasped. "Doctor Watson you are wearing far too many clothes right now." Sherlock leaned forward and almost tore John's new shirt off his tanned back, shimmying down his body and undoing his belt with his teeth no less. John's breath was stolen by the astounding view of his flatmate's mystical eyes watching his as his teeth worked on pulling off his boxers. It really was very arousing. So John took Sherlock by the arms and roughly flipped him over. "You don't get to be that adorable and not get punished." He growled, smacking Sherlock sharply on the behind, drawing a loud moan from him which turned him on even more. John grabbed the secreted lube they kept in their bedside cabinet and prepared Sherlock curling his fingers so he bucked up, trying to draw John into himself even more. John quickly thrusted into Sherlock making him cry out at the unexpected intrusion. He moved slowly at first luxuriating in the hot tightness of his lover and enjoying the writhing body beneath him until it whispered : "faster John, faster."

John complied and soon they were both on the brink of ecstasy, Sherlock gasped "ah John" as wave upon wave of bliss rolled upon him, the sight of his damp curls pushed back from his face and the flush on his cheeks bringing on the white lights for the army doctor. Minutes later when they had regained their breath Sherlock muttered : "must do that experiment much more frequently."

"What was that Sherlock?"

"oh you know the whole leather trousers effect on hobbit sized men."

"Yes that worked out rather well."

"mhhm, seemed to work on Sebastian in college...just testing if it was just him. Apparently not"

John propped himself up on one elbow, staring incredulously. "Sherloock?"

Who subsequently burst into fits of giggles.

I like to think that a tickle fight ensues sorry for not updating for ages guys, exams and all but they're winding down for a week until they get really hard so there probably won't be an update until they're finished. Sorry Guys

Hope the Johnlock makes up for it ! *kisses*

-AA