Chapter Two: A Real Name

John woke and slipped from Sherlock's grip as he stirred. Oh, don't think John forgot about the kitten. She was sitting on the arm of the couch, as if she had been watching them, "Mew?" she seemed to question.

John chuckled and rubbed his finger on her small head as he gathered some things from the kitchen to go to work as Sherlock followed him out to the kitchen, "Do you want me to feed the nuisance?" Sherlock had given her a nickname last night and John hated it.

But he sighed, "Could you?" he gave him a quick kiss and grabbed his coat. He and Sherlock had settled last night (no fighting), but John was still tired and barely awake when he walked out the door. Sherlock stared at the kitten staring at him back, Stupid sodding cat.

But he went out and bought food for her, hoping she wouldn't be picky, as most cats were. He fed her when he got back and she ate it all, which was actually a lot. So she hasn't eaten in a while, good to know. Sherlock wondered if he could experiment on the cat, as he had done to Mycroft's… no, John would kill him.

"You so easily win the affections of so many people, you fluffy little rat," he accused and flopped down on the couch as she clawed her way up his robe and to his chest, "what?" he sneered and realized he was talking to a fucking kitten.

All she did was stare at him and he plopped her on the floor after it got awkward having two huge yellow eyes staring at you. She wandered off and Sherlock could hear her mewing through the hallway. He rolled his eyes and kicked off his shoes.

He could text and get a case, but what about John? He would be left out. Oh, forget John, I'm bored. And he texted Lestrade: Give me a case- SH

He could almost hear Lestrade complaining and sighing and giving up as he texted an address and Sherlock popped up, slipped on his shoes and coat and left. He worried that the kitten might climb up on things, but the most important of experiments were on the counters and she wasn't big enough to reach there, yet.

He grabbed a cab and recited the texted address and ended up in an alley with a dead man. But this was painfully boring. He was wanted by a gang for stealing… blah blah blah, and it lead to the dead man in the alley. So interesting.

When Sherlock stepped through the flat door again, he heard something moving around in the kitchen and was instantly angry, but when he heard it was John, he settled. He was just... cleaning? Oh no. Sherlock trudged up the stairs and was met with and immaculate kitchen and experiments were scattered all over the main room, not disturbed but to have been moved.

He looked them over and started dragging them back to his room, as it was evident that he wasn't allowed to put them back in the kitchen.

After that was done and over with, he stripped all the clothing from his top half and the dark sunk into the flat through the curtains as he watched John scrub whatever it was from the counter. He sighed but that kitten jumped from the chair to the counter and rubbed herself on his elbow as he smiled. So she can get to the counters. Damn...

Sherlock rolled his eyes and stood behind John, wrapping his arms around his waist and claiming him. He threw the rag in the sink that was now clear of dishes and faced Sherlock. But the stupid cat climbed John arm and sat on his shoulder, staring at Sherlock with those wide yellow eyes.

He glared at them and John placed the cat back on the floor as Sherlock ran his fingers through the blond's hair, "You know, while you're down there," he joked and John shook his head as his lips landed on Sherlock's when he came back up.

"I never knew you could be such a lustful git," John teased. Sherlock rolled his eyes and kissed John again. "So, how was the case? Boring?"

Sherlock sighed and rolled his head back and it was facing John again when he said, "Dreadfully." And they both laughed. The cat mewed as she rubbed herself on Sherlock's bare feet and then went to John's which were covered by socks.

She was purring so loud and she had her mouth hanging open and everything. then she just sat, staring at the couple above her as she purred endlessly. John smiled and glanced at Sherlock, who was just staring back. He was intent on showing her that he would gladly return her staring contest.

She mewed one more time and scampered off to John's room. she seems attached to him somehow, "Just like any other female in this flat," he commented and John raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, please, you are a chic magnet, any female that gets close to you-" and he was cut off by John's amused smile.

Sherlock glared and he laughed, "You're still jealous, aren't you?" he tilted his head to the side and Sherlock stared hard at the floor. "Jealous of a fucking cat, that's a new low," he joked as he flopped down in Sherlock's chair.

"I'm not jealous, I just don't like her, or any other cat. Ask Mycroft what happened to his," and he chuckled at the memory of Mycroft's face. John shook his head and flipped on the telly as Sherlock realized he had taken his spot.

But Sherlock took advantage of that and sat on John, and they weren't watching the telly at all as kisses were given and groping was apparent. But that damned cat interrupted everything. she sat on the arm of the chair she clawed her up and mewed at them until they paid attention to her, "Did you feed her?"

"This morning, I figured you'd do tonight, it is your bloody stupid cat, isn't it?" Sherlock suddenly wasn't in the mood to deal with the nuisance in his flat.

John pushed Sherlock off and as he pouted, John went to feeding the kitten who ate in the corner of the kitchen. "Name her," John demanded.

"How about Nuisance?" Sherlock snapped form the main room as he settled in his chair.

"A real name," John glared at the back of Sherlock's curls. Sherlock shrugged, knowing John was glaring and John shook his head as he turned back to the cat, his lips pursed in thought. Then he declared, "Macy," and Sherlock stood and walked over to the blond watching Macy lap up the water.

"Macy," he grabbed John from behind again, "I'm still calling her Nuisance," Sherlock dipped his head down and placed a kiss on John's neck. John rolled his eyes and took Sherlock's hand to his bedroom, knowing it was the only clean one.

He threw him down and stared him in the eyes, "I love you," he said, loud and proud.

"I love you, too," Sherlock was surprised that he repeated John's tone instead of sounding like a ghost whispering. He smiled and kisses were left everywhere…

Next chapter: Smutty lemons. Just warning you now... but, reviews?