You're Both Good Men
Chapter Six: The Second Time
AN: Firstly, this is going back to the second time Harriet met the Doctor and the boys reactions to it. There are also slight warnings for this of a sexual nature, only mild but still. I got confident and decided to write in a sexual scene rather than just the usual "and they made love all night" or "they showed each other how much they meant to each other". So enjoy and apologies if this chapter is too long. Anyway, please me nice ;) xxxxx
"Daddy, I met the most strangest man today."
"Really, what did he want?" Sherlock asked; currently engrossed in an experiment.
"He was chasing a monster. Then he asked me my name and when I told him, he said he'd see me soon."
"Oh, that's nice."
"Sherlock, a strange man says he'll see our daughter soon and you think that'snice?" John interrupted, fixing his partner with a stare.
"Harriet's making friends, John. You should be happy."
"She's 'making friend's' with strange men! I will not be happy about that, Sherlock. For God's sake, put your bloody experiment down and look at me, Sherlock!" John replied, slamming his fist down on the table.
It was the first time John had lost his temper so badly and it caused Harriet to jump and move away.
"Harry, I'm so sorry." John replied, grabbing his daughter and hugging her tight. "Go to your room, sweetheart."
Harriet nodded and ran to her room while Sherlock watched the scene unfold.
"See what you make me do? You never show any interest in our daughter, ever! She tries to talk to you but you're too wrapped up in your bloody experiments!"
"Calm down, John." Sherlock's tone was steady and low, making John want to punch him.
"Damn it!" John exclaimed, throwing his favourite mug across the room and watching it smash into pieces.
"John!" This time Sherlock shouted, the tone reverberating around the room. "You know how bad I am with my emotions!"
"Then work on them! Your daughter needs her dad!" John's voice almost broke on the last word; the truth of the situation being thrown into an argument that could make or break their relationship
"Why? I can't give her anything. I can't love, John. I'm trying to but I can't." Sherlock replied, the mask slowly crumbling and revealing the detective's true emotions.
John's heart was slowly breaking; all he'd ever wanted was Sherlock to feel, something. But this was too much, John was struggling to cope.
"John?"
"What, Sherlock?"
"Why must we always argue? I don't like the hostility and it isn't good for Harriet either."
"I know it's not. And we don't have to argue, Sherlock. You could just try having an interest in our daughter. Oh, Sherlock, I love you, I really do and I'd never want to change you. But please, just try."
"I will. I promise. And I love you too, John." Sherlock replied softly, bringing John into his arms and hugging him tight.
"Thank you, love."
Sherlock froze; they had never had pet names for each other before.
"What did you say?" Sherlock asked, finally finding his voice.
"I said thank you."
"You called me 'love'." Sherlock replied, looking awkward.
"So?" John asked, looking puzzled.
"We've never had pet names for each other."
"Oh. I'm sorry." John replied sadly.
"Say it again." Sherlock said, a twinkle in his stormy blue eyes.
"Thank you, my love." John replied, a slight smile pulling at his lips.
"I love you, sweetheart." Sherlock replied, forcibly grabbing John and kissing him passionately.
"Wow." John replied, once the kiss broke.
"Not good?" Sherlock asked, suddenly looking worried.
"No, for once, it's very good. So stop worrying, Mr Holmes." John smiled, stroking the curls on Sherlock's forehead.
Sherlock blushed before relaxing into John's touch as his hand moved to his cheek.
"Let's stay in tonight, John. I want to spend time with you and Harriet." Sherlock practically purred as John continued to stroke his hair.
"Sounds just perfect, Sherlock." John pulled Sherlock in for another kiss, his hand still in the detective's hair.
"Okay, then."
"Daddy, father! I have a present! It says 'Hope things are good. Love The Doctor'. Doctor Who?"
"Ah, an old friend of mine, Princess." Sherlock grinned, picking his daughter up and hugging her tightly.
"Wow, you're really getting into this 'showing your emotions', aren't you?"
"Well, isn't that what fathers are usually like?"
"You didn't take a lot of convincing." John winked, before heading to the bathroom. "I'm going for a shower. Be good, Princess and goodbye, my love." John added, kissing them both as he passed.
As soon as John left, Sherlock looked to his daughter.
"Do you want to help daddy fix your father's mug?"
"Why is it broken?"
"It slipped out of your father's hand." It wasn't exactly a lie, just not the truth either.
"Okay, then." Harriet replied, quirking an eyebrow.
Unfortunately, Sherlock had forgotten that Harriet wasn't an ordinary nine year old.
"Anyway, what did the Doctor bring you?" Sherlock asked, picking up the pieces of John's mug.
"It's a weird looking necklace."
"Wait, this is a psychic necklace."
"So it reads minds?"
"Yes, and you can have it when you're nineteen." Sherlock replied, eyeing the necklace carefully and placing it on the mantel.
"What?"
"Trust me, Harry. You don't need this right now."
"But ..."
"No. End of."
"Fine. Shall we fix father's mug then?"
"Yes."
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"Hello you, where's daddy?"
"Making tea in the kitchen."
John's face paled dramatically at his daughter's words.
"Oh, crap." He replied, running to the kitchen, expecting the worst.
He was incredibly surprised when his partner placed the final plate of spaghetti bolognaise on the table and the kitchen was in a reasonable state.
"Um ... Wow. This all looks amazing. You did this for us?"
"Do you like it?" Sherlock asked sheepishly.
"Sherlock, it's wonderful." John replied, walking over to Sherlock and kissing him.
Sherlock wrapped his arms around John and bit his lip tentatively, causing the doctor to moan.
John pushed Sherlock back into the counter as his hands roamed over the detective's chest. As John did this, Sherlock's hands moved to untuck John's shirt and scratch down his back, causing John to moan again.
He pulled away from Sherlock and whispered, "After tea."
Sherlock pulled a face in response but agreed.
"Harriet, tea's up."
The young girl in question ran into the kitchen and jumped into a chair. Before she started to eat, she eyed her fathers' carefully, noting the flushness of their cheeks and the ruffled state they were both in. Harriet rolled her eyes and started to tuck into her food.
John blushed at his daughter's critical observation before looking at Sherlock, who smirked and took a seat at the table.
The three ate in silence until Harriet announced that she was going to bed and John followed, promising to read her a bedtime story.
When John returned, Sherlock was lay on the couch; eyes closed and fingers linked on his chest.
"How was her story?"
John jumped at the sudden question and replied; "As good as always. Harry loves my stories."
He smiled and walked over to the couch, gently lifting Sherlock's head and placing it on his lap as he sat down.
Sherlock leaned his head back and looked at John.
"You're so good with her, not that I doubted you would be. And I know it's difficult for you that we used Irene as a surrogate."
"It's fine, Sherlock. I love Harriet and I love you. Besides, she looks more like you everyday."
"I knee it's impossible, considering it was my genetic material, but she's starting to look like you too, John."
John chuckled at Sherlock's obvious avoidance of the word 'sperm' and instead using the scientific term.
He then smiled at Sherlock's comment and wondered if it was really true.
"Yes, she does." Sherlock added, obviously reading John's mind again.
"Is that good?" John asked shyly.
"Of course it is. You're perfect, John. You're very handsome, have a great physique and extremely beautiful eyes." Sherlock replied, running his hands over John's face.
"You have beautiful eyes. Mine are just dull and plain, like me." John said sadly, staring at his very beautiful partner.
"Don't be obtuse, John." Sherlock cried, bouncing up into a sitting position and practically climbing into John's lap. "You are one of the most attractive men I've ever met, and truth be told, I did have feelings for you from the day we met. I just couldn't comprehend what they were."
"Sherlock. You daft, stupid, wonderful and utterly beautiful man! Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought my hostility towards your dates spoke volumes."
"Ha. I just thought you were being arrogant and rude. If I'd known ..."
"Would you have wanted a relationship?"
"Sherlock, we'd known each other five minutes ..."
"That didn't stop you before?"
"What? When?"
"You were drunk. As I recall, you said; 'You know something, Sherlock, you're incredibly attractive and have amazing eyes. I'm surprised women aren't all over you. And, if I wasn't certain I was straight, I'd probably go out with you. Is that weird?' So I asked if you were saying that you fancied me and you replied; 'Of course, who wouldn't? And with that body of yours, I bet you're amazing in the sack'."
"That last bit's a lie." John cried, blushing profusely.
"Are you saying that I would make something like that up? Is that why they call you 'Three Continents Watson'?"
"What? Oh God, I told you that!"
"You did."
"So, I actually said that you'd be good in the sack?"
"Amazing was the word you used." Sherlock smirked.
"Okay, amazing. And you swear I said that?"
"Yes, you did."
"Oh God, why didn't you run as fast as you could away from me?"
"As I said, I had a 'thing' for you. In fact, I was tempted to take you up on your offer." Sherlock replied, crawling up the couch and onto John's lap.
John blushed but wrapped his arms around Sherlock and kissed him softly; Sherlock running his fingers through John's hair while they kissed.
"Bed now?" Sherlock asked innocently, batting his eyelashes.
"Oh, the eyelashes are out now, are they?"
"Well, I could use other ways." Sherlock smiled seductively as his hand roamed down John's chest and towards his crotch.
John felt himself going hard already, "Bedroom now!" He growled, pushing Sherlock off him and in the direction of the bedroom.
"Yes, sir." Sherlock saluted before running off to the bedroom.
John ran after him and slammed the door shut.
"Ssh, you'll wake Harriet." Sherlock giggled from the bed.
"It's your fault, you bloody tease." John growled and jumped on Sherlock, biting his neck teasingly.
"John ..." Sherlock moaned, gripping John's arms tightly.
"Payback." John whispered into the detective's neck.
"John, please." Sherlock whined, grinding his hips into John's.
"Please, what?" John teased, trying to ignore his raging erection.
"Mark me. Bite me. Make me yours."
John was dramatically losing control but did as Sherlock asked; biting him hard and sucking at the skin, leaving a dark purse mark that was beautiful against the stark paleness of Sherlock's skin.
He ran his hands down the detective's chest, plucking the buttons of the shirt as he went.
"So beautiful." John smiled, touching every part of his chest.
He frowned a little, feeling ugly in comparison.
"John. Stop it."
"Stop what?" John asked puzzled, having suddenly been snapped out of his thoughts.
"Judging yourself. I love you just as you are. And to me, you are so beautiful. So stop."
"Thank you." John sighed, kissing Sherlock softly.
"Now, enough talk. Make yourself useful, Doctor Watson." Sherlock growled seductively, directing John's hands to his jeans.
"Actually, it's Captain Watson to you." John quirked an eyebrow and began unzipping Sherlock's jeans.
"I love it when you pull rank."
The sexual innuendo was all over Sherlock's face and it only served to fuel John's arousal.
He stripped the detective of his jeans and boxers but before he could go any further, Sherlock dragged him up by his jumper and kissed him passionately. Then he roughly pulled off the jumper and t-shirt in one, throwing them across the room.
"Definitely beautiful, my love."
Sherlock ran his hand down John's chest, softly stroking John's old scar on his shoulder.
"So are you, Mr Holmes."
"Mr Holmes-Watson." Sherlock corrected with a smile.
"Is that what you call yourself to everyone?"
"I have since we got our civil partnership."
"Thank you, Sherlock." John replied, tears in his eyes.
"Show me how thankful you are."
"You know, I remember a time when you wouldn't partake in sexual activity. Now, you're as horny as a teenager." John smirked.
"Who's the bloody tease now?"
"Alright then."
And before Sherlock could say anymore, John took his cock in his mouth and slowly licked him.
Sherlock nearly flew off the bed and had to bite his hand to suppress the scream.
"Bloody hell, John." Sherlock gasped, gripping John's hair. "Now I know why they call you 'Three Continents Watson'."
John hummed in agreement and the vibrations shot through Sherlock, this time he didn't have time to suppress the loud moan that escaped.
John smiled in appreciation and continued to work on Sherlock until he panted out, "John ... I ... can't hold back ... for any longer."
John gently stroked Sherlock's inner thigh reassuring him that it was okay.
Sherlock orgasmed screaming John's name.
"We should sort you out now." Sherlock breathed, stroking John's crotch.
"Later. I'm spent." John replied, grabbing the cover and pulling it over them. "Time to sleep."
"You sure?"
"Perfectly. All I want to do now is curl up and sleep."
"Okay then." Sherlock replied, pulling the sleepy doctor into his arms.
"Night, my love."
"Goodnight, my dear Watson."
So? I know, very long chapter but I got confident with sexual stuff so ;) does anybody not like it? xxxx