Au: hi guys thanks for everyone who has been reading this story and I hope that you are liking it! More naughty stuff in this chapter so if you are against that then turn away ! Please R+R !

It was at ten at night when Sherlock slipped out of the bed that John and him were sharing for the second time, that Johns mind actually realised what had happened, I mean he had probably known it for quite a while, but he hasn't wanted to admit it to himself. He was in love with Sherlock. He loved the way his hair flopped messily on his head, but it also made him look sexy. He loved the smell of Sherlock, it was on his clothes and as John lay there he tipped his head towards Sherlocks pillow and inhaled the sweet musky smell. But most of all, John loved this side of Sherlock that he had never seen before, the gentle and loving side. After they had walked back from the beach earlier, hand in hand, Sherlock had massaged Johns feet and showered his body with light and loving kisses. Of course then it had turned into them having vigorous, and very enjoyable sex, but Sherlock had actually let his emotions and feelings rule his mind, and the outcome was extremely pleasant and the thought of this side of Sherlock filled John with a warm goofy feeling. Wait, thinking of Sherlock, where actually was he? John got up out of the bed and went to inspect the bathroom, but he was not there. John noticed that the door out of their room had been left slightly ajar, which was when John realised where he must have gone.

As Sherlock walked down the soft, sandy beach, little snippets of John began to play thought his mind, the first time they had met, them at the poolside with John wearing the bomb which that bastard Moriaty had put in him, John watching him while he stood on the roof top of St Barts, but all if that was behind them now, only distant memories that had no affect on their actions today. All the bad was behind them and it had been two whole years since Sherlock had returned anyway.

Sherlock heard footsteps nearing his and could tell it was John because of the pattern of the movements. He turned around to face John, seeing that John had both a look of concern and of longing in his eyes.

'Are you alright Sherlock?' Job asked him tentatively.

'Yes, I'm fine. I just couldn't sleep and thought if take a walk to clear my thoughts.'

'Clear your thoughts if what...?'

'You see John, I have never experienced feelings like this before and my mind is finding it extremely hard to concentrate on anything but you.'

Oh well then Sherlock, I guess this wont help then.' As he said this John lent towards Sherlock and pulled him in for a deep, long and loving kiss. At first it was gentle and then their tongues found each other and started exploring each others mouths. They both groaned in delight and soon their erections were being pushed together, making them both squeak with delight. Sherlock undid his shirt and threw it down on to the sand and John did the same. Sherlock hands traced over Johns muscles and their way down to his trousers. They stopped briefly for a second, making sure this is what John definitely wanted and when John made and angry noise, they carried on. His hands found his way into johns pants and started stroking the shaft of Johns now fully erect penis. John groaned loudly pulling Sherlock closer to take off his trousers and his pants, fumbling with his hands as he felt his penis being placed into Sherlocks mouth. They lay on the beach making love for what seemed like hours, kissing and playing with each other for ages. When they finally got up to go inside they were wet from sweat and had cum all over different parts if their bodies. Deciding that it was a good idea, John fan into the cold dark sea.'c swiftly followed by Sherlock. They played in it for a while before realising that they were both numb from the cold, and then gathered all their stuff and headed back to the hotel suite