John
Is this really happening? I think to myself, feeling his lips on mine in the moment of something that cannot be described other than perfection. It takes me a moment to realize the full weight of the words I had just whispered to him. The rime felt right. He probably has known how I've felt for some time now. He is, after all, Sherlock Holmes. That thought makes my heart skip a beat. Has he known? A small smile crosses my lips. But I've got no time to dwell on the past right now. I can feel his hot breath on my neck, and that makes my hair stand on end. This is way more enjoyable than I have ever imagined. And this isn't the part I'm nervous about.
I swallow and let my lips find his, kissing him more deeply than I had intended. The shuddering moan I elicit from him lets me know that he seems to be quite fine with that. In turn he kisses me back, more passionately than I had expected. It's my turn to let out a low moan and when I do, he pulls away, face still, and quiet as he observes me. I look at him, not sure what to say.
"Right then, sorry. You, ah, you surprised me just a little there." I clear my throat and gaze up at him. I swallow and let my fingers trace down his skin, pulling his chin to mine as I kiss him again, more excitedly this time, more intense. In his moment of weakness, I take control. I'm not used to this, but I'm used to him. His movements are second nature to my own. As I take the chance to flip us over, I end up on top of him, knees on either side of his hips. I can see the surprise on his face. This is an emotion that is completely new to me. He's gorgeous.
In an instant his hand is on the back of my neck, pull my face back down to him. But he doesn't kiss me, and the amount of force he uses to do this isn't much. He's very gentle with me. Instead of pulling my lips to his, he let's my head rest on his chest for a moment. The feeling is glorious; and then he speaks.
"John, I've never felt this way about anyone." He says quietly, deep voice still echoing in his chest. The sound is music to my ear. He's kept his hand on my head, fingers fiddling in my hair with his other hand caressing my back. I let my eyes closed, desperate not to fall asleep, not now. I feel his fingers lightly touch the skin on my temple.
"Don't fall asleep.." He whispers, pressing his lips to the top of my head. My heart pounds against my chest, throat clogging as I feel like I'm on the verge of tears. I inhale deeply and push the overwhelming feelings aside. I lean back up onto my knees, touching his shoulders and sliding my fingers down his arms. I want him, I want to see him, I want him to want me just as badly. My cheeks flush a deep crimson as I grip the edge of his undershirt, pulling it over his head in a quick movement. His entire body is perfect. Smooth skin, soft dark brown chest hairs, muscular shoulders.
I'm admiring as I suddenly grow self conscious. Although I've kept myself in great shape, I feel I'll be less than what he expects. He does expect a lot from all of the people around him. I swallow, deciding to focus on him in this moment and cross that bridge when we come to it. If we ever do. I have to believe that if he's willing to give me today, he's thought about this moment for a long while. He rarely makes decisions without doing so.
For now, I feel his strong hands roam over my shoulders. His gentle fingers grip my biceps and trace over the small but defined muscles that accompany them. His thumbs slip under the snug fabric of my undershirt and give my skin a soft rub. It gives me shivers that no woman had ever given me before.
Sherlock
His arms are wonderful. His whole body is wonderful. I had often wondered what it looked like under this khaki trousers and adorable sweaters. A lot of people we knew teased him for them, but I have always found them charming and unique. Charming... John was extremely charming with his crooked smile and his sandy brown bangs on his forehead. I've never seen a person so handsome.
It's not like women weren't attractive to me. I've seen plenty of attractive women but they always came with so much baggage. They we're soft, yes, and sweet. They smelled nice but then again, so did John. His personality was soft as well as his touch. His years of being a doctor guaranteed him a gentle touch and a kind voice. John always wore the most perfect cologne. It wasn't heavy or thick like some perfumes. I loved it.
My mind is races as my hands grip his arms. They're so strong and defined. I swallow, letting my teeth graze my bottom lip as I meet his eyes. He's perfect. John looks so nervous. I run through the list in my head: eyes dilated, heavy breathing, small beads of sweat, rapid heart beat, it's endless.I look down at him, pushing my lips to his once again.
Through the kiss, I whisper, "Don't be afraid. This is new to both of us."
With that, I pull off his shirt, quick and a little rough. I need to see his bare chest, kiss it. I toss it aside and let my lips move from his neck down his chest. He's gorgeous. I exhale a soft moan against the skin before moving my lips back to his mouth. In the time it takes me to slip my tongue past his lips, my hands have found his boxers. I pull back, looking down at his face, giving the tight fabric around his waist a small tug. I quickly glance back to his face to gauge his reaction. Pleasantly surprised. I smile back at him, sliding the garment down and off his legs. I feel his body jerk lightly.
I lean down to his ear, kissing it with a small bite, "Excited, are we?" I groan.
Everything is going to according to plan.