There is some oral play at the end of this chapter.
As they walked inside of the apartment building John was taken back by the beauty of he place. There were two large crystal chandeliers and mirrors from the floor to the ceiling. A woman greeted them.
"Hello. You must be Sherlock and John," She said. "Very nice to meet you. Mr. Holmes told me you two would be staying. We have a copy of his key for you. His place is the penthouse."
She retrieved the key and handed it to them.
"If you need anything just call the desk. Maids cooking child care. We can set you up."
"Thank you," John said a bit overwhelmed by the attention.
Izzy was starting to wine. It was past her feeding time.
"I better let you go. Sounds like the little one is hungry."
John and Sherlock walked over to the elevator and got on followed by men with their luggage. They rode up to the penthouse without saying anything. Sherlock opened the door to the apartment.
John couldn't believe it. White carpets, marble everywhere, and big bay windows. John wondered off to find the kitchen. Everything was so clean. He was afraid to touch anything. John set the car seat on the kitchen table. He made up a bottle and handed it to Izzy. He picked up the car seat and carried it to the living room.
All their bags were there.
"This place is amazing," John remarked.
Sherlock didn't respond. He walked over to the telephone and hit play on the answering machine.
I'm sure you two are already there. I won't be there until late. Help yourself to anything in the place. You three can sleep in the guest room. It is the door that is unlocked. The maid will be in first thing tomorrow. If you need her before then her number is on the freezer. Have fun.
Sherlock started unpacking things. John picked the baby up and sat with her on the couch.
"I could get used to this," John said putting his feet up. "It's nice having a clean house."
"Are you saying I'm messy?" Sherlock asked making sure he threw his coat on the floor next to the couch.
"You threw that on the floor just to annoy me didn't you?" John asked.
"Yep," Sherlock said plugging his phone in to charge. "So what?"
"I'm starving," John said getting up from the chair with Izzy.
He waked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Nothing but milk. Damn he was as bad as Sherlock. There were names of take out restaurants on the front of the refrigerator. John took the list and walked back into the living room.
Sherlock had turned on the telly and was flipping through channels.
"What do you want to eat?" John asked holding up the list.
"Doesn't matter. I'm not really hungry," Sherlock said.
"Food is a necessary thing in life," John said picking a place. "Anorexia is a serious illness. You might want to have that checked out."
"Anorexia is for teen girls," Sherlock said with a grumble.
John ignored his comment and picked up the phone. He quickly ordered some Chinese food.
"I'm going to give Izzy her bath while were waiting on the food," John said.
"I normally do that," Sherlock quickly put in. "Perhaps I outta do it."
"I think i can handle it," John said grabbing the small plastic baby tub.
He walked into the bathroom. The bathroom looked as good as the rest of the apartment. The tube was big enough for two.
Hum maybe they would have to try that.
John filled the baby tub up with water and undressed Izzy. She fussed a bit as John placed her in her new tub but calmed down quickly.
Damn he forgot the shampoo and her special cup.
"Sherlock can you bring me her bath things," John called.
Sherlock rushed into the room with her shampoo and cup. John took them from him and began washing her hair. Sherlock left when heard the doorbell. John sighed.
"I can see your daddy is going to be pretty protective," John said he washed her up. "I pity the first boy you bring home."
John wrapped her up in the softest towel he could find. He carried her into the living room and dressed in one of her feety pajamas. Sherlock was busy setting the table in the kitchen. John quickly set up Izzy's swing and placed her in it. He turned it on gave her cow ad headed into the kitchen. He was surprised to see the table set. The must have given him a free soda because there was one on the table.
"I haven't had soda in years," Sherlock said pouring some for himself.
John smiled as he sat down at the tale. He noticed Sherlock looking into the living room.
"She's in her swing," John said. "I think she'll be fine."
Sherlock sat across from him and started to dish out food. John couldn't remember the last time they had sat down and ate a meal.
"Are you completely sure your up to this?" Sherlock asked poking at his food.
"Sure about what? John asked.
"About being a relationship with me," Sherlock explained. "About having a child with me. In the past I've seen you about ready to pull your hair out. We're talking about for life here. Even if we split up in the future we'd still have Izzy."
"Look we have been through so much together. i trust you with my life," John said. "A lot of couples haven't been though half of what we've been through. I will not walk away from you now or ever."
Sherlock pushed away his plate as he watched John eat. John was one of a kind. If he left John he knew he might not find another one like him. Sherlock slid his chair closer to john. John raised an eyebrow as Sherlock watched.
"What?" John finally asked.
"You look sexy when you eat," Sherlock explained smiling at him.
Sherlock couldn't take anymore. He needed to hold John in his arms. He took the fork from him and sat it on the table.
"Lets go to bed," Sherlock said.
"Are you sure?" John asked. "I don't want to rush you."
"I didn't say I wanted to screw," Sherlock said with a chuckle. "I just want to go to the bedroom."
John jumped up at once and followed Sherlock to the guest room. He glanced at Isabell and found she had fallen asleep in her swing. The two of them ducked into the bedroom and shut the door. John was on him at once kissing him. They fell to the bed still in a lip lock.
Sherlock offered up his neck and John latched on. He bit just a little to test the waters. He had always been a bitter but he didn't want to bite him to hard the first time.
"Did you just bite me?" Sherlock asked in a surprised voice.
"Uh yes," John said in an uneasy tone. "Sorry. I won't do it again."
"No it's OK," he said smiling at him. "I just didn't take you for the kinky sort. Do it again if you want."
John smiled and bit down. He tried to bit where it would be covered with Sherlock's clothes. Sherlock was twisting against him. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open. John opened Sherlock's shirt and slipped it off. He thew it the floor. He let his mouth roam over all the newly exposed skin nibbling along the way.
Sherlock grabbed a hold of John's hair and pushed his head further south. John knew what he wanted but he wasn't sure if he wanted to do it. This was all new to him. He looked up at Sherlock. The look on his face helped John get over any nervousness he had. He looked so sexy with his mouth hanging open and with his head thrown back.
The good doctor undid his belt and stripped him off his clothes. Quickly he was completely naked beneath him. John looked at the erection before him and was taken a back. Sherlock a bit larger than normal and he wasn't sure how to get all that in his mouth. He decided to just give it a shot and see how it went.
He took him into his mouth and Sherlock let out a harsh cry. The great detective knew they had to be quiet or they would wake the baby. He grabbed one of the pillows on the bed and bite into it.
Even thought John wasn't being touched he was getting off on the whole thing. Sherlock was so sexy. He was proud of himself for doing something he had secretly thought of doing for a while. No to mention he was Sherlock's first. He was the one that made Sherlock take down those walls. The thought made him suck harder.
Sherlock tried to warn him that he was about to cum. After all he didn't think John would want to swallow that. Yet, he couldn't make words. Then he missed him chance. He screamed into the pillow as the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced tore through him.
John could taste a bit but swallowed it down anyway. He wanted to do it. After all he didn't want to be a hypocrite. They was something sexy about a girl who swallowed.
Sherlock was panting as John curled up against him.
"John," he manged to say. "That was amazing. But what about you?"
"Don't worry about me," John said covering them up. "Let's just relax and maybe get some sleep before Isabell wakes up."
Sherlock rested his head on his shoulder and was asleep in seconds.