Hey, hey! This is seventh chapter, woho!
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"Stupid, stupid!" Sherlock threw his hands up and pulled his hair. He'd gotten fooled by a 17 years old.
"Ah, she's clever, very clever," he mumbled to himself, without taking any notice of his voice being admiring. She was just like Irene, he thought, but he'd beaten Irene, hadn't he? And Vay is much younger than Irene, so this will be an easy match. I've just lost first round, he reminded himself. Now he just had to find John and explain to him that Vay was the one that had been responsible for the kiss, and only so she could steal his phone.
John didn't know what to do. He reckoned it was a logically explanation to it, but the sight of Vay and Sherlock kissing had hurt so much, and it didn't help the way he'd seen Sherlock look at her earlier this evening. He couldn't help but feel betrayed, why hadn't Sherlock asked him to come with him to meet Vay?
After storming to his room, John had though his reaction had been very childish and had decided to go down and make it up, but Sherlock wasn't there. The only thing in the whole room that was different was the little note on the table, which told John Sherlock had been in such a hurry he hadn't even remembered to take the note with him. That was very unlike Sherlock, Sherlock never did human mistakes like that. John didn't have any trouble understanding the note, and he also happened to know about the red oak tree. Once John had persuaded Sherlock to go for a walk, and they had passed the bench, so Sherlock told him.
Scared of the fact that something might have happened to Sherlock, John'd grabbed his jacket and been out of the flat in seconds. Now he really wish he hadn't. He'd come down just in time to see Vay lean in and whisper something in Sherlock's ear, and then... Well.
He'd heard Sherlock yell after him, but he couldn't face him. He needed to sort his feelings out. So where was it likely that Sherlock Holmes wouldn't find him?
Sherlock was on his way home to the apartment; he'd given up searching for John. It was more likely that John had gone back to the apartment and locked himself in his room. As he was about to cross the street, a black cab stopped in front of him.
"Are you Mr. Holmes?" asked a little, grey-haired cabby.
"Yes. Who's asking?"
"I have a message for you, from the third biggest city in Spain," the cabbie said, and Sherlock easily heard on his voice that the cabbie wasn't too happy to do this.
"You'll find him in the London Eye."
Third biggest city in Spain... Ah, Valencia, AH! Vay. John.
"Take me to London Eye," Sherlock said, jumping in the cab.
John was waiting in the not very long queue to London Eye. There weren't so many people, probably because it was the middle of the night and all the normal people was sleeping. He'd figured this was the place Sherlock would avoid, because of all the stupidity, not to mention the tourists. Also, he could relax and take in London with a normal sight, not the battlefield that he always saw when he was with Sherlock. Though, John was sadly wrong about his relaxing trip, when a dark, tall and skinny person jumped in the eye just in time to not get squeezed by the door. John looked up to face the person he wanted the least to see right now, his lover and boyfriend, Sherlock bloody Holmes. He looked quickly over to the door, but it was to late. The wheel had already started going.
"Sherlock! I need some time alone! Why do you think I came here? Normal people, boring people like me, need time to think. They need to be alone sometimes, especially when their boyfriend just cheated on them."
"Yes, why did you choose this place? You have to stand in queue with all those tourists," Sherlock spitted the last word out.
John just stared at Sherlock in disbelief, before turning his head away, wondering if it was too risky to jump into the Thames.
"No good?" John didn't even care to answer.
"Listen John, let me explain. Then I promise to be quite so that you can enjoy this, ehm, trip."
"So I have to listen to you, when you won't leave me alone? Why is it always your needs? You don't give a bloody rats ass about mine." John resisted the urge to pout like Sherlock always did.
"I need you to know it wasn't like it appeared! She kissed me! She wanted to steal my phone. She stole my phone." He corrected himself.
"Yeah, I saw that, Sherlock. I saw that she kissed you."
"But what's the problem, then?" Sherlock looked sincerely confused. If John knew he didn't kiss Vay, why was he so angry?
John drew his breath and counted silently to ten.
"Because I also saw you not pulling away before you saw me. And anyways, when you see your boyfriend kissing, -" Sherlock opened his mouth to argue, but John held his hand up and continued "or getting kissed by someone else, it usually gives a reaction. At least with us normal, boring, stupid people."
"You are not stupid! You are a great help for me and in my cases," Sherlock said. John lifted an eyebrow. That was news. Sherlock never usually showed any signs of gratitude, rather the opposite, in fact.
"Why did you go down to her? Why didn't you pull away with once? Why are you so bloody fascinated with her? I can see that you are, so it's no point denying it."
Sherlock threw his hands up and said in pure frustration:
"Because I can't figure her out! Yet. She stole my phone. She's smart, and still she appear so… Innocent. That's my case at the moment. Her. When I'm done with the case, she'll be as boring as anyone else." John wasn't at all convinced, and frankly, a bit scared, but asked because he had to know.
"What about me, then? Am I just a case too? Or maybe, was I just a case? Have I gotten boring now?" Even Sherlock could hear the hurt and vulnerable in John´s voice, and said silently because he knew John needed to hear it:
"No, John. You'll never be boring. I figured you out a long time ago, but you still seize to surprise me. I love you. You're the only person I've ever loved. Vay just ticks my curiosity."
"But what if she starts to do more than that?" John asked simply, but before he had the time to wait for an answer, Sherlock flew the short distance from the other end of the room and kissed him hard. The attack came surprising on John, who hadn't seen it coming at all, but he got turned on with once. Sherlock forced his tongue in John´s mouth, and finally John had gathered himself enough to kiss back. Suddenly Sherlock´s hands were everywhere, on his torso, under his shirt, down his pants. He pressed himself so hard on John, John almost felt like he was being raped, and it turned him on beyond belief. Sherlock ripped off John´s clothes in seconds, but a little voice very far back in John´s head made John realize what they were doing.
"Sherlock, we are in London Eye, it's not decent –" That was as far as John came, because Sherlock pushed him down on the floor, and entered him with a moan.
"Who cares about decent?" Sherlock´s voice was raspy and filled with desire, and John forgot every thought about see-through windows and a public place. Sherlock started to thrust himself against John, and John temporarily blacked out from pure pleasure.
"Yes, Sherlock, yees!"
When John thought it couldn't get better, Sherlock gripped his very erected cock and started jerking him off in the same rhythm as the thrusts. John made a sound that was something between a moan and a gurgle, which was enough for Sherlock, and he came with a last thrust, moaning John´s name in his dark baritone voice. The sound of Sherlock saying John´s name with that much desire and pleasure, was enough to push John off the edge, and he came all over Sherlock´s clothes.
They lay sometime just looking up through the roof, not saying anything. Suddenly John started to laugh.
"We just had sex in a London Eye cabin. With see-through windows." Sherlock started to laugh too. Then he turned so that he looked right into John´s green eyes, and drew his breath.
"I love you, John. Don't ever doubt that."
John looked back in to Sherlock´s grey eyes, and trusted him. He felt the love for Sherlock fill him, and it was almost too much. He opened his mouth to try and express his feelings, when suddenly the cabin stopped. The door opened, and a guard looked in.
"What the bloody hell do you think you are doing?" The guard was an elder man with grey hair and beard.
"We just had sex," Sherlock said bluntly, which made John blush. The guard was so taken aback from the straight answer that he just nodded and went away.
"I think we have to leave," Sherlock said to John with the smile he saved especially for John´s benefit.
"But what are you going to wear?" asked John, and didn't know whether to laugh or be embarrassed. He didn't doubt for a second that Sherlock could put back on his sperm-covered clothes and walk out in public.
"I'll just carry my shirt," Sherlock said, unconcerned.
"You'll be cold!"
"No, John. I'm never cold."
When they finally arrived back to the apartment, John was slightly relieved. They'd gotten a lot of looks, and one boy and three girls had given Sherlock their phone number on their walk from London Eye to the nearest cab. Sherlock had thrown them away, of course, with a look of repellences on his face, which made John proud and feel special. That'd been Sherlock´s point, of course. The peace wouldn't last for long, though, because when he came up to his room, his phone lay on his desk, and the window was open. Next to the phone laid a note, written with a familiar handwriting in ink.
I'm back from England now, sadly enough! The upside is of course that I can go back to writing fanfic again. I thought about how I wanted this chapter the whole week, but nevertheless I'm not so sure about it. I liked the last chapter much better. Please tell me what you think!