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"I have thought of… some experiments", Sherlock said, smiling against John's neck. "Involving you, obviously"
John chewed on his lip. "Care to explain these experimentations?"
Sherlock chuckled, using all his strength to lift his head. "I want to study how you respond to different… stimuli", he smirked, looking fiercely at John's lip.
John couldn't help, but blush. "Well, then I will be very glad to have you study me."
"Mhmm, good", Sherlock replied, smirking down at him. "For instance, you blush quite frequently when you are around me"
John swallowed, grinning. "Yes, I tend to do that. Al lot."
"You swallow, lick your lips, breathe faster…", Sherlock went on, bending down so he could feel John's pulse against his mouth. "So accelerated…"
John closed his eyes, laying back. "Gods.." he groaned.
"And you are rather talkative… not quite what I expected", Sherlock continued in a deep voice.
"Oh, would you rather I was silent?" He asked, teasing with a grin.
"No", Sherlock said, his tone almost complaining. John begging had been… "I like it. I want you to", he said bluntly.
John couldn't help, but smile. "Very well then, Sherlock," he said softly.
John, always the submissive doctor. Sherlock would have to test his limits… "Will you update your blog?"
John watched him. "I could. What would you want me to say?"
That you are with me. That you are mine. Than nobody can't get you anymore. "What you used to say. Our cases and things like that. Ordinary stuff", he said instead.
"Are you sure?" There was something in the look he gave him. He wanted to know more. "Sherlock...I.." He let the sentence drop, shaking his head.
Sherlock looked away from John's gaze. Seriously, was John the only man that could detect when Sherlock lied? "It's stupid, really", he murmured.
John squeezed Sherlock's hand. "Nothing you say is stupid," he said with a smile.
Sherlock dropped his head once more, trying to gain courage. "I… would want you to say that we are… together", he finally let out, looking up at John shyly.
John smiled, a sweet smile only meant for Sherlock. "I was going to do that anyway."He blushed, kissing Sherlock's lips.
Sherlock blushed, harder than he ever had. He kissed John back hungrily. "I love you"
John kissed back with as much hunger. "I love you. Always will."
Sherlock moaned against John's lips. "John, I…", he breathed as they parted, staring at his doctor. "I want you to… take me", he said, unsure again. "Not right now, I mean… next time", he added, blushing.
John smiled softly, pulling away. "And I will take you," he growled very softly.
Sherlock bit his lips. "It will be my first time… bottoming, that is".
John smiled softly, stroking Sherlock's curls. "That is fine, Sherlock. I'll be gentle."
"I know. I'll be perfect", he smiled, leaning to John's warm hand. "You are perfect. I want it to be you."
"It will be me as long as you want me." He smiled, kissing Sherlock cheek.
"Forever and always", Sherlock breathed, closing his eyes at John kiss.
John smiled, seeing his reaction. He kissed his lips deeply.
"When do you think I can return to normal life? I've been so bored without the cases… and you", Sherlock teased.
John chuckled softly, blush rising. "Whenever you are ready, Sherlock."
"I've been ready for months", Sherlock complained, nuzzling John's neck. "Mycroft didn't allow me to return till Moriarty's web was down. I guess you will have to keep me entertained till then", he smirked.
John smiled softly. He held Sherlock gently, stroking the curls. "You're alive," he breathed into his lover's ear, "My gods I've missed you"
"I've missed you too", Sherlock moaned softly, shivering at John's touch. "Even if we weren't together when I left. I missed been with you"
John stroked his cheeks with a gentle hand. "You always...wanted me?"
"Always. All of you", Sherlock replied, leaning into the warm hand. "But I didn't realize that I loved you until… that day, in the pool", he said, caressing John's stomach.
John shivered at his touch. "The pool. When...blimey Sherlock. You didn't tell me."
"I didn't want you to leave Baker Street", he breathed, scratching slightly John's flesh. "I thought you'd be disgusted. You always said you were straight"
John resisted a slight moan at the scratching. "I...I did it as a cover up. I knew I loved you. It took the...the...your death to prove it to myself."
"Oh, really?", Sherlock asked in a teasing tone. He loved to see John melting at his touch. "And you said I was stubborn." Sherlock kissed John's stomach lightly, flicking his tongue on John's navel.
John groaned softly, his hands going to Sherlock's curls. "I-I know I was.." Christ that felt good. "I couldn't-I didn't want you to reject me."
Sherlock moaned slightly as he felt John tugging at his locks. "How could I?", he murmured; his mouth traveled down to John's hip, but he didn't want to push John for the third time that day, so he went back up.
"I-I just thought you would think emotions, love like this is irrelevant...You wouldn't want to deal with it." He sighed softly, feeling Sherlock lips on his skin.
"I did", Sherlock agreed, exploring John's chest now. "Before you, that is. Relationships are boring at best and annoying at worst. But you are worth it", he breathed, licking his right nipple.
John closed his eyes, moaning. "What am I to you Sherlock?"
Sherlock lifted his head, stopping to kiss John. He stared at the doctor in the eyes, even if they were closed. "You are the only one that bears with me. That makes me more… human. My roommate. My blogger. My friend. My… lover".
John shifted over, Sherlock under him. He looked him in the eyes. "You are my /everything/. I love you. My friend, my detective, you make me feel more alive. My lover." He was silent and suddenly sat back, realization sitting in. "Sherlock, marry me."
Sherlock looked up at John, startled. He could have said a million reasons why marriage wasn't a good choice. But staring into John's blue eyes, all he could say was… "Yes. God, yes, John", he breathed, bringing John down to kiss him.
A smile spread out over John's face. He kissed Sherlock, holding him tight. "Are you sure? You never wanted to.."
Sherlock flipped them over again, smiling widely. "I never been more sure of anything", he reassured his doctor, kissing his nose. "I want to be as close and bound to you as humanly possible"
John blushed, smiling. "Sherlock, are you sure? I want you to be sure, absolutely sure before we agree on this." His voice was side, scared even.
"John, stop thinking", Sherlock ordered, closing his eyes slightly in a menacing way. "I am sure I want you. I am sure I love you. Conclusion: I am sure I want to marry you. You'll be officially mine", he smiled, caressing John's cheek.
John shuddered at Sherlock order. In truth he enjoyed It, but didn't let the detective know that. He could figure out on his own. "I love you," he breathed.
Oh, his military doctor liked being ordered around? Sherlock smirked, making a mental note to remember that. "Kiss me, John", he said in his deep voice.
John shuddered lightly, kissing Sherlock on the lips.
Sherlock chuckled, biting John's lower lip. "What do you want to do? Go buy the rings? Eating?", he asked, drawing back a little.
John resisted every urge to take Sherlock, blushing. "It's up to you, is it not?"
"No", he said, frowning slightly. "There is something you are keeping away from me…", he muttered, trying to read John. "What is it? What do you want to do?"
He reached up, stroking Sherlock's curls. "Now whose over thinking? Sherlock, I want you happy ok? And I'm not sure your whole plan, that's why I didn't want to ruin anything."
"I always over think", Sherlock said, smiling sweetly. "I want you happy too. And I don't really have a plan, I just… wanted to do something with you. Whatever it is"
John couldn't help but smile. Sherlock was treating him as human, nice. Of course, his other girlfriends have always done that, but with Sherlock it was different. He loved it, appreciated it. "Oh, right," he sat up, kissing Sherlock's lips, "I suppose we can go out to eat and then get the rings. Of course if that's okay with you."
"It is", Sherlock smiled, excited. It had been three years since the last time he went out with John. Even eating sounded good if the doctor was with him. "We are sticky, thought. It doesn't disgust me, but I assume your 'clean-doctor' part is not ok with that. Shower?"
John chuckled. He had nearly forgotten what they did. "If only you join me," he said with a smile.
Sherlock blushed, nodding in silence. He kissed John on the cheek and got up the bed, preparing everything for their shower. "Coming?"
John slowly slipped out of the bed, walking towards Sherlock. "Of course."
Sherlock's eyes traveled up and down John, blushing. He walked into the shower, taking John's hand and bringing him under the water.
John smiled, the water feeling good on his cold skin. He held Sherlock to him, chuckling.
Sherlock closed his eyes, pressing his cheek against John's head. He had never thought that something so ordinary could be so… fascinating.
John stroked Sherlock's wet skin, feeling as if it was pure silk. He closed his eyes, listening to the other's heartbeat.
Without breaking the moment, Sherlock took the soap and spread some onto his hands, massaging John's shoulders and back.
John nearly let out a moan, the simple touch was calming, almost memorizing. He closed his eyes slightly, gripping Sherlock around the waist.
Sherlock smiled, washing John's stomach now. Eventually, he would have to get down to wash John's legs, but he didn't want to break the embrace.
John as if sensing this tightened his embrace over Sherlock, a smile on his face. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too", Sherlock breathed, kissing John slightly. Well, there wasn't any urge to wash his legs, right?