Hello again! I'm sorry for the long wait again, but i've had a major writer's block these past days, and not much time! Anyway, thank you to my latest followers/favouriters: DestielIsMyLife, AussieTayla and alittlebitlonger95, you guys make me smile for ages :D
This chapter is dedicated to creamtea-with-a-madman who requested some Johnlock smoochy-time, so here *throws it at you* And please ignore the last part...I just had to go and destroy it all, because that's who I am. I'm terribly sorry. Well, here it is anyway...
Chapter 15
They took it a lot further this time, than any time before. They had both ended up with their shirts on the floor, before the still somewhat sober part of John's brain kicked in. He gently broke loose from Sherlock, which wasn't the easiest thing to do. When Sherlock set his mind on something, he usually ended up having it, and right now it was John who was the prize. He groaned in frustration as John sat up in the bed, but John was firm and determined. It wasn't like he was objecting the slightest of what they were doing, but he wanted them both to be sober before they went any further. Nothing was going to destroy this, their relationship. He wanted everything to be perfect, and he definitely wanted them to remember it. Sherlock sighed and rolled his eyes when John explained this, but he understood. John got Sherlock a big glass of water and told him to drink up unless he wanted to wake up with a terrible hangover, before they settled for the night. Sherlock did as he said, and it didn't take long before he was fast asleep, curling into John. John put his arms around the sleeping detective, and he fell asleep with a smile.
He woke up to fingers drawing random patterns at his chest and he opened his eyes, only to find himself staring into Sherlock's. He smiled the most dazzling smile at John, and kissed him a soft good-morning. John leaned into the kiss, and sighed when they broke apart. "Good morning sunshine" he said, while curling his fingers into Sherlock's hair. John felt like the happiest person in the world. Only weeks ago was he still unknowing of his feelings for Sherlock, and now they were here. He still remembered the agony in between, but it was worth it. Every pain in the world would be worth this. They lay there, gazing affectingly into each other's eyes, and exchanging kisses now and then. They had all the time in the world, since John didn't had to go into work, and there was no case to distract Sherlock.
It was well past noon, when John suddenly felt how hungry he was. They hadn't eaten since last night, and the rumbling from his stomach made it clear that it was time to eat. "Come on" he said to Sherlock who was sprawled across the bed "I'll make breakfast….or something."
John found some eggs in the fridge, and managed to cook them a decent meal. The whole atmosphere had changed around them. It was light, and easy. John didn't hesitate to draw his fingers through Sherlock's hair, or hold his hand. It was still very new and unfamiliar, but it was like the previous night and their morning had made them a real couple. They proceeded their day by lying in the sofa, Sherlock with his head in John's lap, and watching some re-runs of Midsummer Murders. Sherlock managed to deduce the killer within five minutes every time, which made John annoyed. But it was still very cozy just to be there together, with nothing to disturb them. They interrupted some of the episodes with some heavy snogging sessions, but it was no more than that. Neither of them was ready to take the next step, and they still learned each other, explored each other.
They ordered take-out a couple of hours later, and they discussed cases, John's blog, Mycroft and Lestrade's relationship and which books they had both read. That subject didn't take long though, since Sherlock had mostly read books about tobacco-ash, formaldehyde, the extent of color pigments in human hair and that sort of stuff. John on the other hand, had read more of the classic novels and stuff "you were supposed to have read" as he said. But Sherlock merely huffed at this, in an I'm-too-busy-to-read-books-that-everyone-else-reads sort of way. John gave up soon after that.
When Sherlock went into the shower, John lay on the sofa with a big smile on his face. He contemplated yet again how his life had become so amazing, in such a short while. They had really been a couple today, and John couldn't wait until he could show the entire world that Sherlock was his. They had decided not to say anything for a while, but John didn't want to wait anymore. He wanted to scream it out from the roof-tops that he, John Watson, was together with Sherlock Holmes. He laughed at the mental image of him, actually screaming from a roof-top. He got interrupted in his thoughts by a shrill beeping from Sherlock's phone. "You can check if it's Lestrade or Mycroft, but I'd rather not talk to any of them" Sherlock's voice came from the bathroom. Jeez, that man had sharp ears, John though as he picked up the phone, to read the text. What he saw on the screen made his heart stop and his blood freeze. He felt as though his heart was broken in two, and the entire world came tumbling down on him.
On the screen, in too bright letters were the following words mocking John and his happiness.
"Hello sexy!
When can we see each other again? I miss you.
XX Ryan"