Warnings: Johnlock slash (M Rating now), beta'd now, I'm not British,
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.
Special Thanks: Anne, my lovely Beta, who keeps reassuring me and giving me wonderful advice!
When the doctor awoke the next morning, he was contentedly warm and felt as if he was swathed in a squid's constricting grasp. The soldier in him wanted to fight against the binding restraints but upon further inspection, John felt a warm breath against the nape of his neck and solid, lean arms wrapped around his middle. 'Sherlock,' the blogger thought with a soft smile.
Since the two were pressed so closely together, head to toe, John felt a...firm persistent, pressure... against the cleft of his buttocks. His eyebrows raise to his hairline, until they are no longer seen, and he shifts minutely to speak to the sleeping sleuth but his movements provide stimulus against Sherlock's straining erection. The answering near-silent moan arouses and surprises the blogger and that feeling amplifies when a whispered "John," escapes from the detective's lips.
John's conscience comes into play as he remembers that no, they haven't talked about this and that the detective is currently asleep. With a mournful glance at his own raging hard-on, John places his hands on the arms wrapped around his waist and tries to shake the aroused sleuth awake, "Sherlock."
Sherlock seems to take this as encouragement and begins to undulate slowly against his soul mate. John can feel Sherlock's clothed erection push the fabric of his own pants between his cheeks and it rubs tantalizingly against his entrance. This does nothing for John's libido and his resistance begins to wane. He allows one hand to wander down to his own tented shorts and he begins to slowly stroke his aching length. "John!" Another moaning sigh comes from the, usually composed, detective in gasping pants. This snaps the blogger out of his own reverie until he redoubles his efforts in waking his soulmate.
"Sherlock! Love, wake up!" The snoozing consulting detective instantly stills and the arms around John's waist disappear. When the good doctor can finally turn around, Sherlock has sat up, a faint blush has spread across his high cheekbones, and he refuses to look at John. "I-I'm sorry John. I shouldn't have done that." The embarrassed detective slowly makes his way up and then turns to leave until John reaches an arm out and drags him back into bed.
When Sherlock sits back down, he quickly grabs a pillow and places it over his groin. When he has settled, John then proceeds to calm his flustered soul mate, "It's alright, love. It's a natural reaction. I'm glad I can make you feel good. Would you like some help with that? We would have to be careful. You haven't healed fully yet." The detective's face darkens into a deeper shade of red that seeps down his long neck and onto his chest. The army doctor gets a little distracted and is only draw out of blatant staring by Sherlock's stuttering reply of, "I-I don't know what to do John. I've never done this before and I'm not sure I'm ready to-to..."
"Love, it's fine. It's all fine. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Sherlock looks at John skeptically for a moment before he slowly nods his head in acceptance. The ebony haired man climbs back to his original position beside John. The detective leans forward hesitantly and places a gentle kiss against his bondmate's lips. Sherlock allows the kiss to deepen for a moment before pulling away to say, "I think- I want- you to touch me, John."
John places his hands on Sherlock's waist and draws his soulmate into a passionate kiss. Teeth nip at lips and tongues map out the contours of each others mouths. Hands begin to roam and each lingering press draws the two lovers closer together. The detective soon finds himself straddling John's strong thighs and gazing into a pair of dilated pupils. The embarrassed man from before seems to be long gone as he presses nipping kisses against John's neck.
John's hands soon move upward until he can bury them in ebony curls to draw the man above him in a sensual kiss. The observant man then moans when John's questing hands make their way downward to land on the Sherlock's backside which he gently squeezes. Long violinist fingers trace down a toned chest and continue their exploratory quest downward until Sherlock's skilled hands began fiddling with the waistband of John's pants. The kiss is broken once more as John looks searchingly at his threadmate as if to ask one last time, 'Are you sure?' The detective places a gentle kiss against the doctors lips before withdrawing long enough to nod his head in affirmation. The doctor brings his hands up slowly to the detective's waistband and inches them downwards so that his member stands proud. He then allows Sherlock to do the same to him.
When both men are naked, Sherlock climbs back onto the bed and lays, on his side facing his soulmate. John turns to his side and places a warm hand on Sherlock's hip in which he uses to draw the irresistible detective in for another passionate kiss. Both men gasp when warm skin touches warm skin. The clever army doctor hand slowly reaches down to the sleuth's aching member and slowly pumps up and down, using his precome to slicken the way. The detective's eyes flutter closed and, with a sinful moan, he thrusts his hips in time with John's smooth stokes.
After a few moments, when the blogger could no longer ignore his own needs, he grasps his own erection and strokes in time with his other hand. John's eyes flutter closed only briefly until he feels Sherlock's long fingers wrap around his own hand and they move in perfect synchronization. Soon heady gasps and moans fill the room. It takes the raven haired detective a few more strokes before the man reaches his climax, all the while moaning John's name.
As Sherlock lay, gasping for breath, recovering from his orgasm, John turns all his attention to his own erection. The sight of Sherlock's flushed face, gasping chest, and relaxed frame, bring John over the edge and he soon comes with a gasp of the detective's name.
Both men would have to agree that the first two weeks of Sherlock's recovery had been truly wonderful.
During the third week, to John's great displeasure, Sherlock was being extra unco-operative and irritating . The consulting detective would mope around the flat, lay on the couch, and stay on his laptop until ungodly hours muttering something to himself about rings and location ('Drug ring locations? Must be something for a cold case.' Was John's guess.) But unbeknownst to the blogger, Sherlock was actually on a jeweler's website looking for engagement and wedding rings.
The sleuth suddenly looks up from his laptop and loudly declares that he needs his cellphone. When Sherlock doesn't move to get it himself John takes the hint and stands to retrieve Sherlock's phone, which lay right in front of him, but not before muttering something along the lines of, "Lazy sod," and a few insults that were said mostly said in adoration and good humor. When the detective and phone are reunited, long violinist fingers scroll through his contacts before clicking on one and a message is sent.
Sent To: Mycroft Holmes, 12:32 p.m.
I know you have control over my trust fund due to past choices, but I have found the ring I wish to purchase for John. I will need a suitable amount of funds to obtain the rings. -SH
Message Received From Mycroft Holmes, 12:33 p.m.
Of course, dear brother. Since you are currently home-bound, would you be amenable to me getting the rings ordered? -MH
Sent To: Mycroft Holmes, 12:35 p.m.
That would be appreciated. I wish to fund the payments though. I want to do this for John. We had previously discussed the rest of the plan, would you be willing to set that up as well? -SH
Message Received From Mycroft Holmes, 12:36 p.m
Of course, brother. -MH
Once that is settled, Sherlock then erases the conversation between himself and Mycroft and then sits the phone back on the table. A small smile pants itself across an angular face and only grows as he starts to think about all the plans he has made. John walks over to the happy detective and silently asks to sit down. When he is comfily sitting, the blogger draws the ebony haired man's head onto his lap and cards his fingers through the thick curls. "Not that I'm not pleased, but why are you smiling for?" Sherlock looks up into a pair of blue eyes, smile very evident in his voice, before saying, "My brother isn't always annoying. Sometimes he can be…very helpful."
When the rings do arrive, Sherlock receives a text from Mycroft that says he will be visiting sometime later that day. John is currently wrapped tightly around the excited detective and has yet to be roused. Sherlock slowly extracts himself from John's warm embrace and makes his way to the kitchen.
'How can I get John to leave the flat for a little while?' The detective looks around the room and notices that they are almost out of John's favorite tea, so he walks over to the refrigerator and takes in account of how much milk they have. The carton is at least half full. 'That won't do.' He takes the carton over to the sink and pours out the rest of its contents. Once he is satisfied with his handy work, he throws it away and texts Mycroft the time of their meeting which would take place in an hour. When everything has been tidied and sorted, Sherlock waits in his mind palace until John decides to wake up.
Forty-five minutes later, the half-awake army doctor stumbles into the living room and blearily plants a sloppy kiss against the executive's lips. A half mumbled "G'morning" is spoken until John makes his way slowly into kitchen. Once there, the blogger begins the process of making tea, thus discovering the missing milk. "Sherlock, did you use all of the milk?"
A small smile spreads across Sherlock's seemingly passive face until he wipes away all traces of emotion and responds in an indifferently with, "Experiment, John." The frustrated doctor mutters a few grumbled responses about having to constantly buy milk because a certain someone uses it all. John leaves his abandoned tea and instead stomps back up the stairs and into their shared room in order to change his clothes. When he comes back down the stairs, he utters an exasperated goodbye and then he was out the door on his way to the to the nearest the hour is up Mycroft arrives, as promised, bearing a pair of wedding rings along with the matching engagement rings. When Sherlock opens the box, the plain titanium bands gleam up at him.
Finding a wedding ring wasn't easy. The selection seemed to be limitless, but the raven haired man knew his soulmate preferences so it was at least easier to narrow down. He finally settled on the glistening band made from titanium because he knows John wouldn't something too flashy or ornate. The titanium band would clearly display John's marital status but wouldn't damage easily or dent when he was either running after Sherlock or in the surgery. Yes, the bands are perfect, but, would John accept Sherlock's proposal?
His concern must have shown on his face because Mycroft carefully asks, "What is it?" The detective stares at the British Government for a moment or two before slowly lowering his head again to stare at the rings in his hands and then proceeds to ask in a small voice, "What if he doesn't say yes?" Mycroft sees the man before him as he once remembered. The older brother can still picture the little boy who came knocking at his door one day, after school, because the other children were being cruel to him since he didn't have a soulmate. He can almost still hear the barely controlled sobs from said little boy who didn't quite understand why the other children bullied him daily.
Mycroft's carefully concealed features slowly collapse in a moment of sentiment and he answers in a soft voice like he did once before, "Caring isn't an advantage and I believed that I hadn't wanted my soulmate but I'm happy to be proven wrong. I didn't think Gregory would accept either. I know that I'm not a pleasant man to be around but Gregory loves me still." Mycroft pauses briefly to flash a small smile at his brother before continuing, "Sherlock, you have finally found your threadmate. John hasn't left your side. Even when he presumed you dead, he never stopped grieving. He won't leave you now. He will accept. " The younger man slowly smiles and envelopes his older brother in an uncharacteristic hug. Which leaves Mycroft gaping, unsure of where to place his hands, and stunned into silence. When Sherlock finally does withdrawal, he straightens to his full height and pronounces slowly and clearly, "We will never speak of this again."
The front door closes and both men's heads snap to the flat's entrance. Sherlock scrambles for a hiding place for the rings and finally stuffs them into the skull's eye sockets. The detective has just enough time to lay down on the couch before the flat door opens revealing the jumper clad doctor, arms heavy ladened with many bags of groceries. John nods his head in Mycroft's general direction, and then walks back into the kitchen to make another cup of tea. Mycroft then takes this as a cue to leave but not before cryptically saying, "Everything has been set into motion. When you are ready, the facility will be at your disposal." After a nod from the ebony haired man, Mycroft departs.
"I hope he isn't talking about a case. Greg knows you aren't allowed to leave yet! Doctor's orders." When the blogger has finished speaking, he sits down in his own chair and looks at his threadmate over the rim of his mug. Sherlock smirks slightly before replying, "No, I just wish to head down to the Morgue soon to run some tests. Molly has a few severed feet for me."
Notes: I'M NOT DEAD! I've just been SUPER busy! I've recently been in a play and it's all wrapped up now. The role was demanding, but fun. :D I have a tad bit more time to focus on the story now. I've just got to get my computer back now... :/ I've went up to the 'M' rating due to the slight smut at the beginning. It will get more detailed later on. And, I know I've promised proposal, proposal, proposal, but I know for a fact that the Proposal will be next chapter. For sure! The reason for my certainty is because this current chapter ends with a hint of what's to come :D. I've read a fanfic of a Proposal scene and a good friend of mine has lent me her location scene. I'll link it next chapter. :D I was going to write the proposal this chapter but, I got distracted by a gorgeous opportunity to lead up to a later chapter. :D Anyway, on to the reviews. :)
Kestrel98: I kinda like Mystrade, I haven't become a full blown shipper yet :). Aw, Thank you! I always worry that Sherlock's a little OOC
Guest Reviewer: I don't know if I can incorporate that into this story but I know that I will definitely have that in future stories. I love that idea :D Thank you for the kind comment! It will unfortunately end but my next series will be a pretty long one. Think Disney crossovers :D
TheMysteriousGeek2345: It will be happening soon! I plan on writing a wedding scene :D. It will be difficult but I plan to do so! :D Sherlock will manage to bumble his way through :) Don't worry :D. They both love each other in the end, John just gets a little upset at times.
Cantuono: I got so confused at first. I didn't realize you were talking about Chapter 2, and 7 until I finally looked and saw lol. I think little John's adorable! He makes me want to hug him! And right?! Poor John, he believed his eyes were playing tricks on him. :( Thanks for the comment though! :D
Viridianaln9: Sherlock does make it better (I believe so that is ;) ) I hope you like this one! Let me know :)
Randomplotbunny: I promise that will be next chapter :D. You will see! Patience grasshopper. This was as soon as I could. I apologize though that it took so long :/