Warnings: Language, implied sexing.
Disclaimer: Do not own. I'm not quite that awesome.
A/N: Double post to counter the angst-fest that was the last chapter.
John rolled over, pinning Sherlock to the bed, grinning. "You. Are cheating, you cheater." He was given a highly affronted look.
"I would never." Sherlock murmured earnestly, his face entirely innocent as he snaked his hands to John's side and tickled viciously.
John collapsed, giggling madly, and Sherlock took advantage of his newly exposed neck, licking and kissing and nibbling. John's giggles turned to quiet moans. Too quiet, really, for Sherlock's liking, so he arched into his doctor, and both men's eyes rolled back in pleasure.
"Bloody bollocksing hell, Sherlock…"
The detective pulled back, cataloguing every inch of naked doctor underneath him, and smiled widely when he met John's eyes, his pupils blown, the familiar blue so dark it was practically black.
"Watch your language, Doctor," Sherlock teased. "Some of us may be easily offended."
John rolled his eyes. "You swear more than I do."
"No shitting way. I abso – fucking – lutely do not bloody swear any fucking more than you do, damn it." Sherlock paused, thought for a moment, and then added with great relish: "Arse."
John giggled again, and Sherlock grinned. After a moment, they kissed lazily, neither bothering to progress further than the occasional swipe of the tongue—they had nowhere to be today, and there was plenty of time for sex later. Lie-ins truly were the best.