In answer to a question the matter of age was a bit of a trick for me too.
I know in the books Mycroft and Sherlock have a large age gap. Somewhere around seven or eight years. I decided to keep a good age difference between them
I have him being born when his mother was fifteen.
She has Sherlock when she is eighteen.
I figure in BBC Sherlock Sherlock is about thirty. That put his mother around fifty. So yes his mother is a bit old to be having children but having babies at older ages is getting popular. My husband was in his late fifties when we had our child.
For the sake of it. Let's let it go.
And lots of love to McMonster. My new beta :)
John didn't know if he wanted to know what had happened between Sherlock and Moriarty. All he knew was that Sherlock promised him the man was gone for good. John could only hope he hadn't done anything dangerous to get rid of him. He knew that the villain deserved it, but he didn't want to see Sherlock in jail for murder.
Sherlock didn't really want to tell him what he had found out about Isabell but he couldn't hold it inside. Part of him needed to tell someone. Besides, John had every right to know. After all, Isabell was his daughter as well.
John took the new surprisingly well. It didn't really bother him. Isabell was his daughter after all. All this meant was that Isabell was likely to be smart. He wouldn't hold it against the baby. After all she didn't have anything to do with it.
He wished that Sherlock could make up with his mother, but he knew that wasn't likely to happen. He knew he had every right to be angry with her. She had betrayed him in a way. Sherlock just couldn't understand how she could lay with the most evil man in the world.
Perhaps things would work out in their own way. He didn't want to push Sherlock into anything. In the end he decided that he would be best to just let things play out.
That was just over a week ago. John now sat in the sitting room feeding Isabell a bottle.
Sherlock was out. For the last week he had taken every case Lestrade brought his way. John guessed he was trying to keep his mind busy.
John didn't complain. He knew Sherlock had to deal with it on his own. The problem was that he was beginning to feel neglected. Sherlock gave Isabell most of his free time. He rarely touched John. He starting to think Sherlock was regretting that part of the situation. They had yet to have sex and hadn't done much more than kiss once in a while.
"Your dinner is here," Mrs. Hudson said, walking in with a couple bags of take away.
"Just put it on the table," John said.
He wasn't aware of the depressed sound of his voice until it came out.
"Something wrong, Deary?" She asked, sitting the bags down.
"I don't know," He said, and truly wasn't lying.
There was ring from his mobile phone. He placed Isabell in her swing as she had finished the bottle. He opened the message walking into the kitchen.
On my way home. Is there dinner?
SH
John quickly typed back.
Yes.
JW
He closed his phone and started getting plates out of the cabinet.
"I know what the problem is," Mrs. Hudson said. "You two haven't had much of a chance to see each other. Children and work do take up a lot of time. Why don't I take Izzy?"
"I can't ask you to do that," John said, taking the food out of the bags. "It isn't your job."
"Oh, I love the baby," she said, smiling at him. "I wouldn't mind. She really isn't any trouble. I'll take her the night. I mean, you two will be just upstairs if anything should go wrong."
"Alright," John said. "That's if you really don't mind. She just ate so she'll be quiet a few hours."
John retrieved her diaper bag and handed it to her. She smiled, putting the bag over one arm.
"Hello little Isabell," she said, picking up the swing. "Let's go downstairs to my place so your parents can have some grown up time."
John smiled as Mrs. Hudson left with the baby. John loved that little girl with everything he had but a break was nice.
He barely had dinner set out when Sherlock walked in the door. He was smiling for a change.
"Hi John," he said, giving him a quick kiss. "What is it tonight?"
"Chinese," John said, sitting down with his plate. "You seem happy tonight."
"I just solved a triple murder case," he said, getting his share of the food. "No one thought for a second it was the maid. A cliché I know but the ear ring was a dead giveaway.
"That's nice," John said, pushing his food around. "Mrs. Hudson has Isabell for the night."
"I bet Mrs. Hudson will love that," Sherlock said, eating. "She does love babies."
"Sherlock," John said, putting down his fork. "I wanted to talk to you about us."
"What about us?" Sherlock asked, looking up.
"It's just that you've been ignoring me for the last week," John started but Sherlock cut him off.
"I just finished telling you I solved a triple murder case," Sherlock said. "It's had my attention most of the week. I've been working."
"I know," John said, staring at his food. "I understand that this whole thing is new to you. I just wanted to make sure you weren't having second thoughts."
"Of course not," Sherlock said. "I suppose I am bad at balancing work and life. I suppose I've always thought of them as one thing."
This is going to move into a sex scene quickly. It isn't a needed part of the story so you can skip reading it if you don't like that sort of thing.
"I know," John said, picking up his fork. "I'm sorry I brought it up."
"No," Sherlock said, pushing away his plate. "I should have noticed I wasn't paying any attention to you. I really am new to this kind of thing. I'm ready to make up for it. Now is the perfect time isn't it? I think tonight is the night."
"Yea I guess so," John said, looking confused.
Sherlock jumped up from the table and headed into the bedroom. John sat at the table, confused. A few minutes ago he had been annoyed with Sherlock. Now Sherlock was waiting for him in the bedroom. He wasn't going to try to understand him.
He walked into the bedroom.
Sherlock had hung up his coat and was sitting on the bed. He was unlacing his shoes.
"You look awfully relaxed," John said, sitting down on the bed.
"Am I supposed to be nervous?" Sherlock questioned.
"No," John said, shaking his head. "It's good you aren't nervous. I'm just a bit surprised is all."
Sherlock kicked his shoes off and lay down on the bed. John looked at him and couldn't believe how sexy he looked.
His clothes were on. He wasn't doing anything really sexual. He was just lying there waiting. He trusted John enough to lead him through his first real sexual experience.
John lay down on top of him and began to kiss him deeply. Sherlock lifted his neck in an offering to John.
"I guessed this position would be the most favorable to you," Sherlock said as John moved to suck on his neck. "You're old fashioned and since you are-"
John lifted a finger and placed it to Sherlock's lips. He lifted his head just enough to look at him.
"No deducing," He said simply before biting Sherlock on the neck. "None of that in bed."
Sherlock moaned and his eyes snapped shut. He lost his will to deduce. He just wanted to lay there forever with John's mouth on him. He finally understood. He finally understood why people enjoyed sex so much. He finally understood why people were willing to kill for it. It was like heaven on earth.
John moved away enough to start to undress Sherlock. His lover relaxed under his touches and didn't resist in any way. It was the most relaxed John had ever seen him. All the tenseness was gone. Sherlock's mind seemed at peace. He tossed his clothes to the floor and quickly began to take his own off.
"Are you sure you know how this works?" John asked panting heavily.
"Yes," Sherlock said turning a bit red. "I did do a little research online over the last week. I'm sure you know how this works."
"Yes," John said taking Sherlock's erection into his mouth.
"Oh John," Sherlock moaned letting his head fall back. "You were meant to do this."
John chuckled around his length. Even though he doubted he would admit it out loud it did feel natural to him. He had been with a lot of women in his day but he had never felt so at peace. He actually felt whole when he was in Sherlock's arms. It was something special. God. He sounded like a chick.
Even though he didn't really want to John pulled his head away from the treasure in his mouth.
"Do you have any lotion in here?" John asked. "I should have grabbed some on the way in."
"Oh yes," Sherlock said, snapping back into reality.
He opened his bedside table and rummaged through it. He tossed a few things onto the floor. After a minute he produced a bottle. He tossed it to John.
"Winter Dry Skin lotion," John said, reading the label. "This should work just fine."
John took Sherlock back into this mouth. Sherlock grabbed one of the pillows and put it over his head. He didn't want Mrs. Hudson to overhear them. John focused on the cock in his mouth. He had forgotten about Mrs. Hudson. He was too caught up in the moment to even think about her.
He uncapped the bottle and squeezed some out onto one of his fingers. He slipped the finger down to Sherlock's entrance and started to slide it inside. Sherlock let out a long moan. John smirked and let the finger slip deep inside Sherlock. He wanted to see Sherlock's face.
John let the erection fall out of his mouth.
"Take the pillow off you face," John said in a strong tone. "I want to see your face."
Sherlock threw the pillow off the bed and looked down at John. He tried to look him in the eye but he found he couldn't. His eyes rolled back in his head as John found his prostate. John took that as his chance to add a second finger.
"I want it!" Sherlock cried, no longer caring about who heard.
"Ask for it," John ordered.
He wasn't often this in charge in bed but part of him was seeing that he liked it.
"Please," Sherlock said. "Don't make me beg."
John smirked, removing his fingers from his boyfriend. He lubed up his length and placed it at Sherlock's entrance. He lifted his legs and put them around him.
"Wrap your legs around me tight," John instructed. "This might be a bit rough at first."
John pressed forward and claimed Sherlock's virginity.
"John!" Sherlock cried, grabbing hold of John's arms.
"Hold tight," He said as he felt Sherlock tighten around him in every way possible. "I need to get in all the way. If hurts too much tell me."
"I can handle it," Sherlock managed to get out through clinched teeth.
After what seemed like an eternity John stopping moved forward.
"Are you alright?" John asked, kissing his ear.
"I think so," the consulting detective said. "It still hurts but I can handle it."
That made John feel bad. He didn't want to hurt him. He only wanted him to feel pleasure but he knew that would be hard going into it. He wouldn't move until Sherlock was ready. It was killing John not to pound him into the bed. It wasn't long before Sherlock was grinding into him.
"Please," Sherlock begged, rocking into him. "I want it. Please."
John began to move inside of him. There was no way he was going to let Sherlock lay there begging. Slowly at first, but it wasn't long before he was pounding into him. Sherlock was moaning his name over and over. The headboard was starting to rock into the wall.
"Oh god Sherlock," John cried as he started to reach his peak.
"Do it!" Sherlock yelled, knowing what was getting ready to happen.
That was all John needed. He gave one hard thrust as he came deep inside his lover. The feeling of him releasing inside of him was too much for Sherlock. He let nature take its course as he spilled onto his chest. John collapsed on top of him.
"Damn," Sherlock said as his boyfriend rolled off him. "I'm speechless."
"That has got to be a first," John said with a chuckle.
Sherlock curled up against him.
"So I take it the sex was good," John said, resting his head on his shoulder.
"It was perfect," Sherlock said with a yawn. "No more words John. Let's get some rest."
John shook his head. Good old Sherlock. He closed his eyes and slipped off the sleep.