Hello, Kitsune here! Just wanted to tell you all to be looking forward to my newest creation, 'My Flatmate Sherly' I do hope you'll all read it. It will most likely go up later today!
The sun filtered in an orange color to the normally dark mess Sherlock called a room. A few beakers and other medical tools caught the sun's warm rays from a window and beamed them around the room. The streets were coming alive with the sound of people going about their lives, to work, to school and just off but Sherlock and John remained asleep, blissfully so.
John thought to himself how he wouldn't mind remaining there forever, his arms wrapped around Sherlock, his lover; his head resting on his bare chest and listening to Sherlock's heart beating and breathing. He thought nothing could ruin this, absolutely nothing.
And then he heard a camera go off.
John's eyes snapped open to see Adrian looking down with a smile, cell phone in one hand and waving with the other, "Hiya."
John blinked, praying this was a dream and not happening.
"Doctor, if you could lie back down, I need a better shot."
John looked over his shoulder to see Carmella leaning on a dresser, both hands on her cell phone, he heard it adjust then click signaling she'd just taken a picture.
"That one's not bad." She said and seemed to be queuing up another shot.
"What the hell are you two doing here?" John shouted and sat up fully.
The set looked down to see John exposed, Adrian whistled, "Damn, nice package."
John blushed and covered himself, "Answer me you two, what are you doing here? And why aren't you dead?" John asked then looked at Carmella who looked very much unfazed.
"It wasn't my time." Carmella shrugged.
"You found the cure." Sherlock said groggily and sat up.
Carmella smirked, "You'd be surprised what a few hours in a homemade lab and the formulas can do."
"Adrian said you where dead." John said looking at Adrian who still didn't get the hint and was taking pictured.
"I said she was gone. She left the hospital not long after I went back and gave her the antidote." Adrian smirked as well and put his phone back in his pocket.
"When where you going to tell us?" John demanded, Sherlock rolled back onto his side and was trying to sleep.
"Once I was sure I'd win the bet." Carmella said triumphantly and held out her hand towards Adrian.
"Greedy little pipsqueak." Adrian grumbled and handed over what looked like a large wad of cash.
"You where betting on us? On what us, us-"John shuddered.
"Fucking. Yes. We, Adrian and I were betting that you and Sherlock would have hot, loud and gay fucking sex." Carmella said simply and counted up the cash in her hand.
John look appalled and Sherlock grabbed his underwear off the floor, slid them on and got out of bed, "I think I'll get in the shower." Sherlock said and stretched his arms.
He walked by and Adrian was grumbling about how he'd lost a fortune but Sherlock didn't care, he put a hand on Carmella's shoulder.
"Glad you're not dead, but don't pull a joke like that on me again." He said.
"I won't, I promise." Carmella swore and smiled at Sherlock.
Sherlock smiled back and patted the woman's shoulder, "Don't get up John, I suspect you'll be extremely sore." Sherlock said and headed to the bathroom for his shower.
"Oh don't be-" John rolled his eyes and went to get out of bed only to have pain shoot up his spine and back down in a lighting hot spike of ache.
"I'll get the aspirin," Adrian said leaving the room.
"I'll make the tea." Carmella said before tossing John's underwear to him.
John sat on Sherlock's bed thoroughly annoyed and in pain; he slipped his underwear on and sighed.
Carmella and Adrian came back joking about something or another but sat on the bed, Adrian dropped two tiny white pills in John's hand and Carmella handed him a cup of tea.
"It's hot." Carmella said and sat by with Adrian.
John took the pills and drank some of the tea before resting the cup on the bedside dresser and looking at Carmella, "Did you know all along you weren't going to die?"
Carmella looked a little sad, "No, that's why Adrian's here, it was either the virus or someone was going to kill me just for my body."
John wanted to speak, hell he wanted to be mad at her but in some way he understood…he was hanging around Sherlock too much.
"We're going to get some pastries and such, you want some?" Carmella smiled a little warmer.
"Sure," John smiled back and Carmella got up and headed out.
"I didn't think you'd cave John," Adrian said and got up as well with a little stretch, he looked down at the blankets where John's crotch was, "But I'd see why Sherlock would."
"Enough out of you." Carmella said and pinched Adrian's ear lobe.
"Ow, Ow, Ow! Car let go!" Adrian whined.
Carmella dragged Adrian out by his head, "You will not be attacking the doctor today, and I'm hungry."
"Ow! Car come on really let go." Adrian whined some more and then John heard the door shut.
John sighed and drank some more of his tea and before too long Sherlock came back into his room with only a towel on his waist.
"Feeling any better?" he asked digging in his mess of a room for some underwear.
"A little, still sore." John answered and rested the tea cup back on the bedside table.
Sherlock found some underwear, slid them on and crawled into his bed, sealing his lips with John's. John kissed back, keeping his hands on the bed to keep him up right.
"Thank you." Sherlock said, breaking his lips from John's.
"For what?" John breathed against Sherlock's lips.
"For being there for me, for not leaving my side." Sherlock said and kissed John's neck, "Hm, hope these stay." Sherlock muttered and nibbled on a hickey that had formed since last night.
John moaned, "S-Sherlock, knock it off. A-Adrian and Carmella will be back soon."
"Then we should make it quick." Sherlock purred.
Carmella's eyebrow twitched, "Son of a horn dog." Carmella uttered holding a tray of hot tea and coffee.
"Man sounds like they have got a good rhythm, love to get a peak." Adrian said opening the door to John and Sherlock's apartment.
"Adrian!" Carmella snapped.