"You heard me?" whispered John, a shock running through him. He pulled away, looking Sherlock over. "You heard me...at your grave?" There were a few more tears. Sherlock was there. He was so close. Why hadn't John seen him?
"You see, but you don't observe", he smiled. "I was right next to you. I couldn't get my eyes of you in the week after my suicide. Mycroft told me then that I should stay further, to keep you save. So I did. But I knew some day I would do it. One more miracle"
John gripped Sherlock's hand tightly. "It-it's the past. It doesn't matter. You're here. You're alive. You're safe." He slowly stood up, pulling Sherlock with him. He went back to his tea, taking a struggling sip. Sherlock had to know what he was about to say, if he didn't tell him, then he would find out and he didn't want to know which one was worse. He turned his back to Sherlock, struggling to find the words.
Sherlock observed John close, trying to read him... and failing miserably. He definitely wanted to say something... but what exactly. "Tell me", he begged.
John set the mug down on the table, looking out the flat's window. He gripped the table's edge tightly. "I was married." He spitted it out, as if bitter before he turned back to look over Sherlock.
Sherlock closed his eyes. He remembered perfectly the moment Mycroft had walked into his flat and told him John had married some woman. He had started shooting the wall, punching whatever got in his way... he had almost destroyed the whole place. But at least that meant John was happy. Or so he thought. "I know"
John could only swallow. Sherlock's voice was unemotional. This scared him. "Mycroft," he guessed with a soft whisper, "We divorced."-he said this rather quickly-"She...I..." He sighed. "I didn't try. I couldn't. My mind was on you. I couldn't take care of her or please her. I was in too much of a depression. She left me. Taking whatever she fucking wanted."
Sherlock brought a finger onto John's lips before he could continue. He didn't need or want to hear more. "You don't have to explain it to me, John. I knew it would happen, anyway. Actually, it surprised me it didn't happen before." /It should have been me/, he added in his head
John smiled softly at Sherlock's touch. "I didn't want to marry. I was waiting.." /for you/ he thought, sighing. "Mycroft, he knows your back? Does anyone know you're back..?"
"Mycroft helped me to hide. And... well, Molly. But anyone else. I wanted to tell you, John. So bad.", he smiled, tracing John's lips with his finger. "And what exactly were you waiting for?"
"I wish I could help...everyone-everyone had their part, but me." He tried not to let the pain bother him, but it did. "You. I was waiting for you."
Sherlock smiled, trying to hold back the tears. "You are the best part, John. You helped me just... by living. To know you were still alive gave me strength to continue. And, god, I waited to come to you. I waited for you too, John".
"I just wish you can forgive me"
John wrapped his arms around Sherlock, placing his head on Sherlock's chest. "I do forgive you," he whispered to Sherlock's heart, "I-I understand." As soon as the words left his lips, all the pain, the anger, the guilt leaked out.
After hearing John's words, Sherlock was finally able to breathe again. "I love you", he whispered, just before kissing John with all he had, bringing his head closer, deepening the kiss. He needed him. He needed John everywhere
John kissed Sherlock deeply, his arms tightening around them. "I love you, Sherlock," he whispered when they broke apart. "You need a meal in you," he said with a slight chuckle, looking over Sherlock's appearance.
"Not again, John", he said, but he couldn't help smiling. "And you are not Mr. Healthy either. You have lost 13% of you weight over the past three years"
John rolled his eyes, but he smiled. Only Sherlock would know exactly how much weight they both lost. "Look, there's barely enough food in here for one person. How about we go out to eat?" He squeezed Sherlock's hand gently.
"Angelo's?", Sherlock proposed, taking John's hand and getting up.
"Sounds good." He was leading them towards the door when he heard Mrs. Hudson's light footsteps on the other side. "John who are you talking to?" she asked, opening the door. "Uh, Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson." Mrs. Hudson made a sad face, pity. "But, love Sherlock's dead.." It obviously hurt her to even say those words. John glanced back at Sherlock, flashing a grin.
Sherlock tried not to seem too much surprised at Mrs. Hudson sudden appearance. He smiled immediately in her direction, walking to the door so she could see him
Mrs. Hudson's eyes grew wide as she saw Sherlock. She stumbled back a step before John caught her and lead her to the couch. "But-but-but.." she stammered before John calmed her down some. "Sherlock!" She yelled, a smile on her face.
"Hello", he greeted her. Accelerated pulse, dizzy look, trembling hands... she looked about to faint, too. Was everybody going to collapse at the sight of Sherlock. He went to hug her, bringing her to his chest
Just like John, she relaxed at his touch. "Sherlock-how?" She asked, hugging him back. John sat on the couch's edge watching the, interest on his face. "John...why didn't you tell me?" She looked over at John, a bit of hurt on her face. "I-er...I got drunk last night..and..and he.." He wasn't able to finish the sentence, but instead, squeezed her hand, hoping she'd understand.
God, did he have to repeat everything again? He hoped not... "I came here last night. We didn't have time. I'm sorry, Mrs. Hudson", he apologized, putting on his best "I'm sorry" face
Mrs. Hudson smiled softly, patting Sherlock's cheek. "its okay, the both of you. I understand." She flashed an understanding face both of their ways. "I'm just glad you're back, Sherlock. John.." She squeezed John's shoulder. "John really needed you. More than any of us."
Sherlock's pulse increased at that sentence. "I know.", he simply replied, looking at John with loving eyes. "I'm here for him now"
Mrs. Hudson smiled again. "Then stay with him." She looked at her watch. "I better go before I'm late." She smiled and nodded, leaving the flat with the door behind her open. Once gone, John looking up at Sherlock, chuckling. "Well.."
"Well", Sherlock repeated. "That went better than I had expected. Hungry?"
John chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Very." He smiled, taking Sherlock's hand in his own.
They came out of the flat hand in hand. The walk lasted more than normal because they couldn't take the eyes of each other. They were about to arrive when Sherlock got a text. -You were supposed to be hiding till tomorrow, dear brother-MH. Well. Too bad
John glanced over at Sherlock, seeing that he had his phone out. "Who is that?" he asked, glancing at the phone.
"Who do you think?", he asked, smiling. Even Mycroft couldn't ruin this day. He was in a date with John, after all. Finally. - Go start a war, Mycroft-SH
John read the reply, biting back laughter. "He always had to meddle in the good things, doesn't he?"
"Good and bad. We better hope he doesn't meddle tonight", he smiled. They sat in their usual place, waiting for a waitress
"Mmm...what are you planning for tonight?" John smiled softly, a blush on his cheeks. A waitress came over, expecting them to order with no need for her to talk.
Sherlock picked two dishes from the menu without really caring what they were. He couldn't stop staring at John's bright eyes. "Anything you allow me to"
John blushed, raised a hand to stroke Sherlock's cheek. "That would be whatever you wish," he whispered, kissing Sherlock's lips.
Sherlock groaned softly, kissing John back. He ran his tongue over John bottom lip. Maybe he wasn't patient enough to wait for tonight
The blush in John's cheek rose as he groaned against their lips, allowing his lips to open enough for Sherlock.
Slowly, almost shyly, Sherlock pushed his tongue past John's lips, licking John's tongue. "Mmm John..."
John jumped slightly at the sound of Sherlock murmuring his name. He closed his eyes, raising his tongue to meet Sherlock's. "Sherlock.."
Sherlock brought John's head to him with his hand. He couldn't stop moaning softly against John's lips. They were so soft, and full and... perfect. "John, please. Let's skip the dinner"
John was the first to pull away, still holding onto Sherlock tightly. He cleared his throat, blushing. "Yes-lets." He stood up, holding his hand out to Sherlock, ignoring those who looked at them.
They came out of Angelo's just when the waitress was back with their orders. Sherlock didn't even glance at her as he pulled John with him. They arrived to the flat in less than 4 minutes. Record time. Sherlock closed the door behind them and stared at John, trying to calm his breathing
John was flushed as they looked at each other. Sherlock was perfect. He wanted Sherlock, everywhere. He took a few steps to Sherlock, smiling. "Bedroom?" he whispered, softly, almost a purr.
"God yes", he whispered. They climbed up the stairs as fast as they could. Sherlock guided them to his room. It was closer than John's. When he closed the door, he pushed John against it, kissing him again
John fell into the door, Sherlock's kiss landing on his lips. "Sherlock," he purred as they kissed deeply, John's lips parting as he tore Sherlock's shirt off of him. He was perfect. My Gods.
Sherlock got rid of John's clothes before the doctor had even unbuttoned his shirt. He caressed John everywhere, recording his body in his mind. He would never delete this. He guided John to the soft bed and he laid on top of him, never breaking the kiss
John pulled Sherlock on top of him. He kissed deeply, a hand entangling in Sherlock's curls. He wanted Sherlock. He wanted him more then he wanted anyone else in his life.
Having John skin on skin what the hottest thing Sherlock had ever felt. When John pulled at his curls, Sherlock moaned loudly. He didn't have to hold back now. He did an experimental grind of his hips against John, biting his neck
John moaned. He moaned louder than he ever did before. No one knew how to turn him on like Sherlock. He never told Sherlock either-not that he remembered. He gripped Sherlock's hair tighter in his hands.
"You don't have to tell", Sherlock whispered in his ear, smiling. He couldn't stop grinding. But he had to. He wanted so much more. Kissing John slightly on the lips, he traveled down until his face was in level with John's hips. Looking up at John, he gave a little lick at the head of his member
John watched Sherlock, his eyes half closed as he felt Sherlock's tongue on his member. "Oh...my.." He moaned heavily. He wanted more. Now.
Sherlock chuckled, keeping John hips down with his hands so he would thrust up. He knew what John wanted. In a flash, he captured all of John's member in his mouth, sucking hard, and going back up again, scratching slightly John's flesh with his teeth.
John gasped, his eyes half closed. The pleasure was intense, the most pleasure he ever felt. "Sherlock," he moaned.
Sherlock moaned around John, looking up at him. He wasn't going to last long... After a few minutes, Sherlock draw back with a loud pop sound and climbed up, kissing John hard on the mouth. "John", he muttered, biting his lips. His hand traveled down slowly. Slipping it between John's legs, he caressed with one finger John entrance, asking for permission.
John moaned, knowing that just like Sherlock he wouldn't last long. He was sensitive, trembling with Sherlock's every touch. Sherlock didn't need permission, but seeing as he asked, John nodded with a slight moan. He was nervous, but with Sherlock above him, he didn't care.
That nod was everything Sherlock needed. Kissing John, he slid a single finger in. John was clearly nervous. He had to relax, or this would be really hurtful. "John, relax", he muttered. "It's just me. Let me in", he breathed into John' ear, biting his lobe playfully.
At the sound of Sherlock voice and his touch, john relaxed. He moaned softly, a hand grasping Sherlock hair. He wanted him. More than ever. In every way, no matter the cost.
That's it, Sherlock thought. He finished preparing John in a few minutes, and lined himself up with John's entrance. Looking up at him, he began to push in, slowly.
John gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head in pleasure. There was slight pain, but there was more pleasure. "Sherlock," he moaned, gripping Sherlock's body.
"God, John", Sherlock groaned against John's lips, trying not to thrust into him. After a minute, he was completely inside John. Looking at him right in the eyes, he draw back and in slowly, building a rhythm.
John moaned softly, sweet pleasure filling his body. He kissed Sherlock deeply. "Sherlock, oh, Sherlock," he moaned against their lips.
Sherlock let out an animal growl as he began to speed up. Balancing himself in one arm, he slipped the other between them, stocking John in time with his thrust.
John couldn't contain himself. He moaned louder with each thrust, the pleasure too much to contain. He let out a low growl as he released himself.
Feeling John release between their stomachs was too much. With one last thrust, he buried himself deep into John, screaming John's name as he came.
John moaned softly, wrapping his arms around Sherlock, kissing his sweaty brow. "I love you," he breathed.
Sherlock lifted his head to kiss John sweetly on the lips, caressing his cheek. "I love you John,", he replied with his deep baritone voice. He rolled off him, drawing him closer and hugging him.