Hello readers and reviewers...
Catindahat : I love so much courageous/faithful John, I just can't help writing this kind of scene.
Sushie-chan : John can wake me every night, I'm more than okay with it. Mycroft a voyeur...hmmmm...I can't say I've never thought about it :)
watergoddesskasey and Lolita-mist : Hope you are ready for more :)
helenecolin : Moriarty is a mad man or...is he?
hardcore-muffins : okay since you ask nicely :)
Boobunny60 : I want you alive because I need you to finish your stories! :) Yes, John is more and more comfortable with the physical part of his relationship with Sherlock (and will be even more soon :))
Real or not : okay okay okay :p
More sexy time, funky but not that bitchy in the end...
13 - Bruised
"John, I'm bored."
They were in the television room (yes, the mansion was that large that you had a room for everything). John was watching a stupid show, where people were laughing hysterically all the time while Sherlock was resting his head on his lap.
"You have an amazing library in this house maybe you should try to find a good book to read." The doctor answered.
"I've read them all..."
"Liar!" John smiled.
"That's not what I want to do..."
"And what do you want to do Sherlock?" John teased, he wasn't that stupid that he didn't know what was in Sherlock's mind.
"Do they still hurt?"
"What?"
"Your bruises, do they still hurt?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Tell me."
"What, Sherlock?"
"What you would do to me if you weren't that bruised."
"Well..." John coughed "I'd...run my hand through your hair." He let his fingers run on Sherlock's scalp "I'd lightly graze the back of your head..." The detective turned his head to allow the doctor to do so. "Slide my fingers along your neck and under your shirt..." Sherlock opened his shirt buttons one by one "and pinch your nipples..." The brown haired man sighed and caught John's wrist. He sat on the sofa then leaned over, his lips close to his lover's, but he didn't kiss him. He sat astride John's lap and rest his lover's hand where it had been a minute before, on his chest.
"And then?" He whispered and his upper lip slightly brushed John's.
"Then I'd stoke your belly while..." He bent his head "I'd lick you neck and tease you with my tongue".
"Yes..."
"And since you marked me..." He bit Sherlock's neck and sucked "I'm going to mark you too...twice." He bit again.
"I'd run my hands along your spine...up...and down...then I'd put my hands on your arse and pulled you closer." John sat straighter. "And claim your mouth as if we've never kissed before." He kissed his lover lightly at first then less shyly and then with passion. Sherlock couldn't help but rock his hips a little.
"And then?" Sherlock gasped as he put his hands on the doctor's hips and made them move at the same rhythm rubbing their bodies together.
"I think, at this point, hard ons are on the menu..."
"Yes..."
"What should I do about that?"
"Maybe I should do something about that, touch it, stroke it, lick it..." he moved faster "lubricate it and help you slide inside me." He run his tongue along John's neck "Would you like that?" He whispered in the doctor's ear.
"Mmmm, yes...I'd...love that..." John panted "I'd thrust...inside...you" he punctuated his telling with short movements of his hips "I'd thrust... deep and slow..." He secured Sherlock's position on his crotch and thrust "at first...then..." John could hear Sherlock's breathing accelerate "faster..." the detective grabbed John's hips and closed his eyes "making you moan..."
The detective put his mouth on John's ear "you're going to...make me...come in my pants."
"Oh yes!" He grabbed the brown haired man's waist and thrust sharply "Sherlock! Fuck...Sherlock!"
"John!" Sherlock rubbed his lower body on John's crotch. The detective nibbled John's neck as they both came with loud moans.
They stayed like that a minute or two.
"Are you sure you're still bruised." Sherlock crooned in his lover's ear.
"I suddenly feel much better." The doctor grabbed the back of Sherlock's neck and kissed him roughly. "Right now I think I need to take a shower and change clothes." He said when they both started to breath normally again then laughed lightly.
"John I love you so much, it kills me."
"Oh no Sherlock, I need you alive." He locked eyes with his lover "I need you."
Sherlock growled and kissed John's mouth feverishly.
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Where are you? I need your help. Please. GL
Sherlock frowned while reading his text message.
"What is it Sherlock?" John asked his lover when he felt he stopped stroking his arm. They were sitting on one of the sofas on the study, Sherlock's arm around John's shoulders, they were reading newspapers.
"I just received a text from Lestrade but..."
"But?"
"I don't know..."
"Something important? Something strange?"
"I'd say, something worrying."
Sherlock started typing on his phone.
"Who are you texting to?"
"Mycroft."
"Sherlock we are in the same building."
"He is not at scream range."
"What is the emergency?"
"It's not Lestrade's style to ask where I am and beg me like that. I want to be sure he really texted me."
"You could text back."
"John, the mansion is kind of protected, Mycroft's car too. Our phones cannot be traced. If someone , if Moriarty, is trying to trick me into responding to Lestrade's phone to know where we are, not being able to trace my phone could alarm him. I can't answer."
"So what did you ask to your brother?"
Sherlock's phone chimed.
"I asked him to check on Lestrade." He read his new text message "He is not home, not at the Yard..."
"That was quick..." Sherlock gave a glare at his man and John sighed "Okay so what now?"
"Nothing, we wait for the next move."
"It could be anything..."
"If it were otherwise where would be the fun?"
"Sherlock, Lestrade could be in danger."
"I know, John, but what else could we do now?"
"You're right, I know you're right..." John sighed again. He hated being that powerless.
Sherlock cupped his lover's cheek and leaned closer.
"I'm going to solve this, we're going to solve this, and who knows, maybe I'm wrong, maybe Lestrade's at the pub or dining somewhere..."
"Can you just not try to reassure me, it's just absolutely off coming from you..." John smiled a little.
"All right" Sherlock kissed his man's lips and made him forget his worries for a minute or...five.
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"What are you going to do?" John asked to Mycroft. They were sitting at the table on the amazingly oversized dining room.
"I have someone on Lestrade's case, I expect some news soon."
"Lestrade is not a case, he is a man and a friend, well...sort of." Mycroft looked at John in silence for a moment, and the doctor glared back, he wouldn't let the man as powerful as he could be, silence him.
"I assure you, I'll let you know as soon as I have information. Trust me if your friend is in danger and I'm able to do something, anything, to help, I will."
Sherlock looked at the two men alternatively, surely he was amazed. He could recognise a fake surrender of his brother and that wasn't one. John really touched his brother and that was something.
"All right." John said grabbing his fork and hammering his salad with it (right hand plus a little anger).
Saying that the atmosphere at the diner suffered from John and Mycroft's conversation was an euphemism even if the older Holmes tried to small talk a little and Anthea smiled, a lot.
After the desert, Mycroft got up "Anthea and I have work to do, have a nice evening and a good night."
Anthea walked around the table. She silently put something on the table in front of John and winked at him. John looked down and opened his eyes wide. He turned to say something to the woman but she was already out of the room, instead his eyes met Sherlock's.
"I didn't know Mycroft had a thing for handcuffs." John said and Sherlock chuckled "Does it run in the family?" He added and Sherlock stopped smiling.
"That's a thing you should investigate." the baritone said.
"Oh, I will." John put his hand behind Sherlock's neck and pulled him down for a deep and lazy kiss.
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