Fluff and smut to make things lighter before it turns dangerous again. Yay.
Warnings: Contains slash.
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to the BBC. I only own this plot. I don't own Criminal Minds or NCIS either. If I really did own Sherlock… Well…
Waking up late the next morning in John's arms was a godsend. Sherlock couldn't imagine being without his blogger, his best friend and first ever lover. If Moriarty had won last night, if John hadn't phoned Sherlock or if they had been a minute late… Sherlock didn't even want to imagine.
John was also the only one who could take Sherlock and actually make the genius stop thinking; that itself was a huge achievement. In the great detective's defence, though, it was only when they had sex. That's what he told himself.
The rain from the previous day hadn't died a great lot. It was still pouring when Sherlock woke up. Turning over to face John, who was still fast asleep, the detective smiled. His eyes were closed and his mouth open slightly – he looked so peaceful.
After a while of good, lingering staring, Sherlock finally sat up and swung his legs out of bed. It was about half past twelve in the day at this point and he could stay in bed no longer. John, however, needed sleep. Sherlock may be one for going days on end without it and being able to function normally, but John lacked that ability. Tucking the covers around his sleeping lover and kissing his forehead, Sherlock sighed and went to look for his underwear and something to wear downstairs.
Smells of burning toast, overcooked bacon, added with the sounds of clattering and a string of four letter words made John stir and wake up. Pulling on some pyjama bottoms, John headed downstairs expecting the kitchen to be on fire. What he saw made him smile and by the time he reached the main room, laugh.
"Oh, good afternoon John. Take a seat!" Sherlock was in the middle of cracking an egg into a sizzling pan. Already laid out on a plate where John normally sat were two sausages, a strip of almost-black crisped bacon and a slice of toast (the singed part had been scraped off with a knife, by the looks of it.)
"You cooked breakfast? Well this is a first." John feigned shock and sat down. "I'm messing, love. Thank you."
"Well really it would be considered brunch. I've done this before- It's just been a long time. And the yolks of these eggs are running!" Sherlock grumbled something like a threat to the eggs before whisking them around. "I hope you don't mind them scrambled. Oh, and there's tea in that pot beside you."
"Scrambled egg sounds lovely." John chuckled and poured out two teas. "Aren't you going to eat any?" He took a bite of his bacon and declared it edible.
"I already had a slice of toast when I cooked this." John looked to the plate next to him and saw evidence of toast crust left behind. Shaking his head, he plucked one of his own sausages from his plate and put it on Sherlock's. The detective came over and scraped the egg onto John's plate.
"Now sit down, love. Your tea will go cold." John pulled out Sherlock's seat as he sat down with a smirk. Sherlock looked down at his plate with a roll of his eyes, but nibbled at his sausage anyway.
"Is it alright? The bacon go a bit burned and I wasn't sure about the sausages but it smelled okay so-"
"It's fine, Sherlock. Here," John scooped up a small amount of egg onto his fork and held it out, "You may as well taste your own food." Sherlock looked at the fork which was just by his mouth and then back to John. A hint of a smirk was playing at the corners of his lips. Parting those lips, the detective darted his tongue out to moisten them. Slowly, his lips closed around the fork and very, very seductively he slid the egg off and sat back to eat it. All the while John had been biting his own bottom lip.
"Very nice, John. I really must be a wonderful cook." Sherlock's tongue ran along his bottom lip to lick any excess food away. A quick, unexpected kiss from John confirmed those thoughts and Sherlock held him there by the back of his neck for a few more seconds. The sudden hungry cry of Bitsy twirling around their legs made them both separate.
"I guess Bitsy wants a sample of your culinary prowess too." John tore off a square of Bacon and threw it down to Bitsy. Of course, like children, if one gets something then so should the other. Tobias hopped down from Sherlock's armchair where he had been resting, gave a long stretch and purred at John's feet until he too got a piece.
"I see the kids are hungry." Sherlock snorted and noted how trusting Tobias had got of John. "How about we take a break today, just for ourselves?"
"I'd like that." John's hand found its way across the table to Sherlock's, fitting it and holding it. The detective smiled and they finished their breakfast in silence.
"Criminal Minds or NCIS?" John waved the two box-sets in the air and fiddled with the DVD player.
"I don't mind. You choose, love." Said Sherlock as he sat back on the couch with a stretch. In the end, John went with Criminal Minds. He sat beside Sherlock, tucking his feet under him and cuddling closer to his slightly taller boyfriend.
After half an episode that John had seen already, the doctor started to get bored (god, was he picking up Sherlock's habits?) His hand trailed slowly up Sherlock's shirt, plucking at but not opening the buttons. His fingers slowly traced the long, pale neck and jawline. Sherlock just smiled and tipped his head back slightly to allow John more leeway. The blonde man squirmed and while Sherlock was distracted by one of the scenes on Criminal Minds, shifted his position entirely so he was straddling Sherlock's lap.
"You know, Sherlock," John's hand was now on Sherlock's chest, scratching playfully at the light material, "Mycroft said there were cameras watching us. How about we try for some privacy? Give him a show to scare him into turning them off." His voice had dropped to a low whisper and he nipped lightly at Sherlock's ear.
"John? Now? But it's the middle of the… Oh…" His cheeks flushed lightly at the nip on his ear. Until John had taken a liking to doing that he hadn't even thought of that as a particularly sensitive spot, but now it had him shifting in his seat and closing his eyes. "I see. Well, hopefully he has the sense to turn them off this time. I think that assistance of his, Anthea, might enjoy listening in a little too much."
"Anthea too? Oh dear…" John tutted and pressed his body closer, moving his lips to suck on Sherlock's sensitive skin under the jawbone. His mouth moved down slowly until it reached the crook of his neck and it left a red mark there. Sherlock's shirt buttons were eventually worked open to expose his chest. Giving his lover a wanton gaze, John leaned down and licked gently at one taut nipple.
Sherlock's back arched just a little bit. John let his hands palm at the growing bulge under Sherlock's trousers, emitting a shuddered breath from the detective's plump lips. "Dammit, John, this couch just isn't conductive to this." How he still managed such eloquent sentences was beyond anyone. He had to take soft pants between, but he still managed a mostly coherent sentence. "But I can't be damned to move." He added finally, bringing a hand up to curl it behind John's head and pull him into a somewhat messy kiss with his other hand slowly making its way up John's back.
Before John could control it, a choked, needy almost moan-like sound escaped him and he had to pull back from the kiss and hide his face in Sherlock's neck. "…John?" Sherlock tilted his head and peered down at his boyfriend.
"I-I'm fine. I just got a mental image that's all." To think he had just about moaned before anything actually happened was a bit embarrassing.
"John, any sort of mental image that pulls that sort of noise from you, is something I want to know. You rarely get so shy over this."
"I… It's not important. Just kiss me!" John was holding back from grinding against Sherlock's hips and he had to take a deep breath to compose himself.
"No, I want to know. Tell me." John just couldn't resist that voice anymore. Closing his eyes out of embarrassment, the doctor could feel his cheeks burn.
"The image," He pressed closer to Sherlock and spoke into his shoulder, "was us… switching places…"
"What do you mean?" Sherlock asked, pulling John back so he could look at him. Of all the questions he could ask at a time like that.
"I mean… Oh, god. I mean instead of me… topping you, you top me." John groaned and looked at Sherlock. "I told you it wasn't important." John got a blinking Sherlock in response.
"Well… U-um, that's an interesting thought to have." Sherlock finally smiled and touched John's cheek quickly. That seemed to be their little code, a silent I love you and a sign that everything would be fine. "Studies show that couples last the longest if both partners give and take. You seem to be the one giving all the time so… now it's my turn." John immediately calmed down.
Sherlock continued where he left off, giving John a long, heated kiss. Though he didn't look it, the detective was very strong when he had to be. He was strong enough to curl his hands under John's thighs and lift him up high enough to turn around and lay John on his back.
"O-only if you're sure about this, Sherlock." John was answered with a roll of his eyes and another kiss. Sherlock told him to wait and ran upstairs. In a matter of seconds (a record) he was back down again with the lubricant. Tossing it aside for a minute, Sherlock turned his attention back to John. It was a good thing he was only in his pyjama bottoms for the time being; made things a whole lot handier.
The detective's long and slender fingers ran along John's toned, tanned body, tracing the lines of taut muscle. He shimmied down further so his face was level with John's boxers. This was rather new to Sherlock, and his eyes flicked upwards. Seeing the obviously pleased look on John's face, he continued. Taking the waistband of John's boxers between his teeth, he dragged them down to free John's length and threw them aside.
His hand curled around the base of John's length and slowly worked its way upwards. John closed his eyes, hands grabbing onto the sides of the couch. Sherlock kept up his slow pumping, thumb stroking over the head. That made John intake a sharp breath. Smirking, Sherlock did that a few more times, even daring to lick at it with his tongue. He wasn't quite confident enough to take it all into his mouth just yet.
Looking down at his own length which was getting harder by the minute, and then back at John's, Sherlock took both of them into his hand. A low, purr like sound rumbled through his chest as he pleasured them both, grinding lightly when John rolled his hips. Before they became too excited – seeing as they were both leaving little spots of pre cum – Sherlock reached down and took the lube to prepare himself.
First he had to stretch his lover from the inside, so he did so. Because his fingers were long and thin it meant he was able to fit two inside with ease and it wasn't long before he was hitting off John's sweet spot. John moaned and arched his up, head tipping back as he panted.
"Put your legs over my shoulders." He told John when he stopped, slicking his length up. John did as he was told, still panting as he raised his legs and slumped them over Sherlock's pale shoulders. Sherlock put his hands on either side of the couch beside John's head and lined himself up. "I love you." He whispered, bending down for a kiss at the same time as he pushed in.
"John!" Sherlock collapsed onto his lover's chest and panted along with him. He had managed to reduce his strong army doctor into a moaning, sweaty mess. After a few minutes Sherlock finally spoke up.
"I can see why you suggested we do a position swap… It was different but God did that feel good."
"Ditto." John sighed and brought Sherlock's head closer for a kiss. "…We should probably get dressed properly. We don't want Mycroft switching back on the cameras to find us both naked and entangled with eachother." Neither of them was aware of the fact that Mycroft was currently… pre-occupied. Instead, one of his men was keeping watch (but the cameras had been turned off since.)
"I think that's best. I'm so inclined just go to sleep, though."
"But?" John pressed, hauling them both to their feet and going upstairs hand in hand.
"You know me all too well." Sherlock smiled halfway up the stairs and tugged John along. "I was thinking of going to Bart's for the evening. Molly has some fresh limbs for me to test on."
"As long as they don't end up in our fridge this time." John half-scowled as they entered the bedroom. Some of their clothes had been washed, ironed, folded and put away courtesy of Mrs. Hudson. She was the third person to have congratulated them on their relationship. "At last" she had said. John wondered if it was the floorboards or the headboard that had given them away. Either way, their old landlady was chuffed.
The couple were in the middle of getting dressed when it happened. John had been attacking Sherlock's ticklish sides, causing the detective to squeal and plead for John to stop through tears of laughter. Everything was fine until there was a knock on the front door. At first, neither of them thought anything of it, with Sherlock quickly buttoning up a new shirt before saying "I'll get that, love," and going downstairs in sock-clad feet to answer the door.
John shrugged on a maroon coloured cardigan and fixed the tail of his tartan shirt when he paused. /Impossible…/ he thought. He could have sworn that voice downstairs sounded like- No, no that was impossible. A few seconds later Sherlock's voice travelled upstairs.
"John? Can you come down please?" John knew Sherlock well enough to know when he was in fear. There was the slight shake and raised pitch in his words. Crossing his fingers and praying that his thoughts weren't true, John made his way slowly downstairs and then down the second flight of stairs to the front door.
Sure enough, there standing by the open door with a gun in his hand was Jim Moriarty…
I had to time-skip to just after the smutty scene. Basically Sherlock made John scream his name *fangirlgiggle*
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