Hey, sorry its been so long, I know I promised this update weeks ago, but things have been kind of crazy lately and this is the first time Ive really felt like getting back to writing so it might be a little rough, so sorry about that. Its short and hopefully quite sweet.
Let me in a review know if you enjoy!
Sherlock glanced up from the newspaper he was reading as John prepared some tea for them both. The sleeve of John's jumped pulled back a little as he reached for the milk, revealing a yellowing bruise that made Sherlock's insides clench and his hands tighten on the newspaper.
Sherlock had seen John's bruises frequently in their many stages since the attack, but he had thought them to be all gone by now and the sight of this caught him off guard. "John," he murmured, his throat feeling tight.
John looked up and noticed where Sherlock's gaze was fixed and looked shocked himself when he saw the mark on the outside of his wrist. "It's okay," John reassured Sherlock, "I hadn't even noticed it, it doesn't hurt and it's nearly gone anyway."
Sherlock shook his head and dropped his paper to the table, he stood up and made his way toward John, catching Johns hand lightly and bringing it up to his lips, enabling Sherlock to kiss the injury gently.
John smiled faintly up at Sherlock, concerned by the strong reaction Sherlock had towards the minor injury. He lifted his free hand up and caught Sherlock's jaw, "I love you." He said.
A small smile lit up Sherlock's face as he let go of John's arm, leaning in for a proper kiss, "I love you too, more than anything." Sherlock whispered before placing a warm kiss against John's lips. John turned so he could hold onto his lover more easily, wrapping his arms around Sherlock's waist and pulling himself flush against him.
Sherlock scattered kisses all over John's face and John returned many with equal passion. His hands drifted up into Sherlock's thick hair, gripping gently as Sherlock let his own hands slide smoothly down John's sides.
"Never again," Sherlock breathed into John's hair, "I'm going to keep you safe."
"It's okay, Sherlock. It's not your fault, you can't protect me all of the time."
"Watch me."
John chuckled and then connected his lips with Sherlock's once more, they kissed for a long while, tongues tangling and just getting lost in each other's presence.
When they eventually pulled apart, pupils dilated and lips swollen and reddened the smiled seductively at one another. Sherlock tugged John's hand and led him towards their bedroom.
John fell onto his back, panting quietly, skin covered with a sheen of sweat. He reached out to find Sherlock's hand, joining their fingers together and pushing his head to the side to watch Sherlock doze off to a quite slumber.
He stroked Sherlock's face gently, pressing kisses to the knuckles of the hand he was holding.
"Sleep tight, love."