Author's Note:

Chapters will probably be posted every other day for awhile. Work has me super busy right now. Yay for a Johnlock sex scene. There will probably be several of these in later chapters. Anyway, thank you to everyone who is reviewing!

Alright. The first apology. John glanced at Sherlock and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I know... you were only teasing. I'm sorry. I am just stressed and I shouldn't have taken it out on you." He pushed his food away and shifted on the couch, moving to his fiancé's food off of his lap so he could straddle it. "We are getting married tomorrow. We shouldn't be fighting." He gently met Sherlock's lips.

Hamish jumped off Sherlock's lap as soon as John came over. He smiled to his fiancé, arms wrapping around his partner immediately. "It is fine." He returned the kiss, tongue going to explore the other man's mouth immediately. He bucked against John eagerly, having gone to not interested to extremely interested in no time at all.

The small gasp that escaped John's lips was swallowed by Sherlock, his kiss getting more aggressive. "What do you want?" He asked softly against Sherlock's lips. At the moment he really just wanted Sherlock to shag him, to have the man behind him. "I have an idea if you are bored." He pressed at Sherlock's cheek with his nose before nipping at his partner's ear.

Sherlock was about to reply to the question but John's idea had him interested. He broke the kiss and moved his lips to his fiancé's ear. He kissed and nibbled on it before whispering into it, "What did you have in mind?" His fingers began to scratch through the shirt excitedly. He continued to rock against the man above him.

John let out a loud exhale through his nose. "Want you to take me from behind," he whispered with a small blush. In their love life he usually wasn't demanding but he had wanted this for a while. On top of that, it would put Sherlock in control. That was something he always enjoyed. "Is that alright with you?"

Something new. Sherlock was always up for trying new things. "Yes, but will you be up for it? Your shoulder isn't healed yet. It would put a lot of unnecessary pressure on it, my dear doctor, wouldn't it?" He pulled away from John's ear, so he could look his fiancé in the eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern.

Shoulder. That might be a problem. "What did you have in mind?" John asked softly, breathing hard as he met Sherlock's gaze. Of course his fiancé would be right. The position would have him pressed into the mattress with his chest, shoulders, and neck. "Because we could save that until the honeymoon if you don't want to."

"We should wait until the honeymoon," Sherlock replied and gave a gentle kiss on John's lips. "Nothing too strenuous. I rather enjoyed last time with you at the hospital. We can do all the crazy stuff in Italy." He smirked at his fiancé. "Until we are both better though, we should take things slow and easy. What do you think?"

Last time at the hospital had been wonderful despite their physical conditions. "Are you sure you would be up for that again?" He whispered against Sherlock's lips. Sherlock seemed a bit more healed than him so his idea was a bit better. "Do you want me to suck you off?"

"Why wouldn't I be up for it? That was the most amazing moment, we have ever shared together. Better than the first time we did it slow at Mycroft's." Sherlock couldn't help but smirk at John's question. "Only if you want to." Maybe he was finally calming down in his sex life. At first, it had all been new and exciting. Willing to try anything once. Well, he still liked those things but his perspective on sex had changed lately.

"Want to make love to you," John whispered as he stood slowly, tugging at Sherlock's hand with a warm smile. His pupils were dilated and a bulge was already appearing at the front of his pants. "Will actually get you off this time. Promise." There was a moment of hesitation on John's face as he backed into their bedroom. "I love you."

Sherlock followed after John, letting go of his fiancé's hand so he could begin taking his clothes off. "I love you too." He took off his shirt and for the first time in a long time, took note of the scars on chest and stomach. He wasn't self conscious of the disfigurement to his body like John was. He glanced up to his fiancé, closed the short gap between them and began kissing his partner's lips with earnest.

John let his eyes rake over Sherlock's scars before returning the kiss. He lifted his good hand into his fiancé's hair. His gut twisted and he let his finger trace his partner's scars lightly. Battle scars. Proof that their journey had been far from pleasant. John pulled away from Sherlock's lips and slowly started to unbutton his shirt, struggling slightly with his shoulder.

Sherlock hesitated for a moment as he watched John struggle with getting the shirt off. He lifted his hands and began helping him with the process. He couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, things would actually go right for them. That nothing would happen to disrupt their lives. He wasn't sure his fiancé could handle anything else upsetting right now. Not so soon.

John nearly denied Sherlock's help but let the other man help remove his shirt. "Thank you," he whispered softly as the shirt fell to the floor. The bandage on his shoulder was tinged a soft pink above his wound but he ignored it in favor of dipping his head down to kiss at the scar running down the center of his fiancé's chest.

The bandage didn't go unnoticed by Sherlock. "John…maybe we should wait, your wound has reopened. We should at least change it." It was hard to concentrate with his fiancé kissing his chest. He wrapped his arms around John in light hug, his lower body pressing into the other man's in need without even realizing it.

"It is fine," John stated almost instantly, his tongue darting out to trace the scar for a moment. Making love to Sherlock was the only thing on his mind right now and he didn't give a damn if his shoulder was bleeding. "Want you," he whispered as he lifted his head and nipped at Sherlock's bottom lip, his left hand moving so his thumb could run along the inside of Sherlock's waistband.

"I want you too, but…" Sherlock trailed off, as felt John's thumb run along his skin. Damn his fiancé for being so good at distracting him. He had more self control than that, right? Apparently not because he began nipping back at the other man's lip. His body continued to squirm into John's, as his fingers began to scratch down his fiancé's back.

John smirked and pressed himself against Sherlock. It wasn't often that the genius was made speechless and he had done that. His left thumb dipped into the waistband of his fiancé's pants and tugged gently, pulling Sherlock toward the bed. "Can't wait to be inside you," he whispered into Sherlock's ear as he pushed his hips forward.

Sherlock followed after John, having lost the will to argue further. He laid down on the bed, pulling his fiancé with him. His body writhed into the man above him, as he tilted his head up to nibble on John's neck. He brought his hands down to his sides, to pull at his pants and take them off.

John smirked and batted Sherlock's hands away. "Why are you in such a hurry?" He sat up, momentarily missing Sherlock's mouth on his neck, and stayed straddling his fiancé's lap. "I have got you in quite the position." He scooted lower so he was resting on Sherlock's lower thighs and moved down to lap at his right nipple, securing his lips around it with a soft hum. His good hand managed to undo the button and zipper of Sherlock's pants, sliding into his underwear with confidence. It didn't take long for John to start slow, tight strokes with his hand.

Sherlock let John take control, dropping his hands to side. He glanced down to watch his fiancé, body bucking up into the man above him automatically, in reaction to the strokes. He let out a moan, hands rising once more to come rest on John's back and scratch along the skin. There wasn't much he could do, other than writhe and scratch the man above him. He was okay with that though.

"Like that, do you?" John lifted his head slightly and moved his mouth to nip at Sherlock's collarbone. Having control was something that he rather enjoyed, he realized, because having Sherlock beneath him moaning was the greatest thing he had ever seen. His hand stopped without warning, pulling out of Sherlock's pants. "Talk to me," he whispered as he pressed his hips down into his partner's. "Tell me how bad you want it."

Sherlock continued to writhe into John and smirked at his fiancé's word. "What if I don't want to talk? What will you do then my dear doctor?" He dug his fingers into John's back a little deeper and continued to scratch. The smirk returned as he looked down at his fiancé with mischief in his eyes. So, maybe he wasn't ready to give over total control yet.

"Suck you off until you're on the edge," John replied softly, his breath hitching at the feeling of fiancé's fingernails digging into his back. "Then leave you here and force you to beg for me to come back." He lifted his right hand and ignored the jolt of pain to his shoulder as he turned Sherlock's head to the side and pressed it against the mattress. He let his hips roll roughly into Sherlock's body, a soft moan escaping his lips. "Tell me how it feels, Sherlock."

"Oh, that sounds like it could be more fun. What do I get if I do what you want? I would like to make an informed decision here." Sherlock's smirk remained, and his finger continued to scratch roughly on John's back. Another moan as his fiancé pressed into him, his own body pushing back into the man above him.

"I will scream and let all of Baker Street know how wonderful you are," John whispered softly. "Even Mrs. Hudson." He pulled his hand away from Sherlock's face and shifted to meet his lips. It was soft, more gentle than the movements from the rest of his body. "Thought you wanted what we did in the hospital," his voice broke as he nipped at Sherlock's bottom lip.

Sherlock returned the kiss, and forced his body to relax against the bed. "I do. I will behave…mostly…" He gave a smirk. "Just like the hospital, my dear doctor. Please?" His gaze locked onto John's as he continued to speak, "I want to feel you inside of me. Slow. Steady." He gave a smile, one hand dropping to his side and the other came to run along his fiancé's face lightly. "Just like the hospital. Please, for me?"

Sherlock's voice made John relax slightly and he leaned into his fiancé's touch. "Of course," he whispered softy. Anything for Sherlock, especially now. He shifted and sat up, looking down at Sherlock with a wide smile. "What are we going to do tomorrow night?" John asked as he leaned slightly to the side and reached into the nightstand. "Even bought actual lube for tomorrow night. Well, had Mycroft do it, but it should be better than Vaseline."

"Whatever we want? I am kind of more interested in what we are doing tonight." Sherlock gave a slight smirk. "Lube? Right. Read about that in one my books. Supposed to make things smoother. You know me, I am up for anything. For now though, I would like to make love to my soon to be husband." He smiled again, his gaze still fixated on John. His fingers coming to still just under his fiancé's chin, and his thumb running along it lightly.

John dropped his head slightly, taking Sherlock's thumb into his mouth but keeping has gaze locked with his fiancé's. He dropped the Vaseline next to Sherlock as he reached down with his good hand to start undoing his jeans. "At some point we are going to have to move," he muttered around Sherlock's thumb.

Sherlock couldn't help the squirming of his body, when John's mouth encompassed his thumb. "Well, I guess when we move is up to you. Since it looks like you are in control again. Twice in a row, consider yourself lucky my dear doctor." He smirked as his eyes closed. He was enjoying the feeling of his thumb being sucked on by John.

"Nothing to do with luck." John smirked around Sherlock's thumb before nipping at it. "You know you like letting me have control." He pulled his mouth away from his fiancé's thumb and turned his head to place a soft kiss on the inside of Sherlock's wrist. "Like being told what to do, like giving yourself to me." He took a deep breath and gently rocked his hips forward. "Take off your pants."

Sherlock cracked an eye open to look at John, the smirk returning once more. "That is just what I want you to think." The smirk widened, but he complied with his fiancé's words. He used his free hand to undo his pants, pulled them down and then kicked them off the rest of the way. "Anything else you want me to do?" Both eyes were opened now, and he looked up at his partner with the smirk still plastered on his face.

"Kiss me," John whispered as he leaned forward to gently meet Sherlock's lips. He let his fingers trail along the inside of his fiancé's underwear, tugging at the waistband before running down the inside of Sherlock's thigh. Being in control shouldn't be so wonderful but John was beginning to see why Sherlock enjoyed it so much. He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to ever give it up. He pulled away from his partner's lips with a small moan. "Now let me make love to you."

Sherlock complied without hesitation, and returned the kiss. He wiggled in anticipation and excitement from John's touch. "Very demanding lover tonight, aren't we my dear doctor? Just so you know, this isn't exactly how things went at the hospital." He smirked but removed his underwear anyway, kicking off onto the floor.

John leaned to the side and shifted off of Sherlock, falling on to his back beside his partner. "Only okay when you're demanding?" He asked with a small laugh as he pushed his jeans down with his good hand and wiggled his hips to help the effort. "In a few moments it will be better than what we did in the hospital. I'm less injured." He managed to get his underwear down, too. "I will even be polite and prepare you so you don't have to do it yourself."

"Just because I like to try new things, doesn't make me demanding. It makes me…curious." Sherlock's smirk returned as he turned his head to look over at John. "Better than the hospital, hm? Let us hope you can exceed my expectations then. You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?" The smirk broadened, his leg twitching a bit with anxious desire.

The time in the hospital had been so romantically charged that John wasn't very sure that he would meet Sherlock's expectations. Physically he could do that, no problem. He was feeling better, looking a bit better. "I would never want to disappoint you," he replied seriously, reaching out to run his thumb across Sherlock's cheekbone. "I would really love it if you'd get up here." He motioned his head toward his lap with a warm smile, moving slightly to gently kiss his fiancé.

Sherlock smiled back and returned the kiss. He complied once more, moving to be on top. "You have gone from demanding lover to polite gentleman." His smile twitched to a smirk as he looked down at John. "And just so you know, I don't think it's possible for you to disappoint me." He leaned down and began kissing his fiancé once more, his fingers trailing along his partner's chest lightly.

John eagerly returned Sherlock's kiss, arching slightly into the other man's touch. The feeling was perfect and made his hair stand on end. "I'm glad. I want to make you happy for the rest of your life," he said against his fiancé's lips. With his good hand he popped the top off the Vaseline and managed to get some on his fingers, moving without hesitation to push two of them into Sherlock's entrance. "I love you."

Sherlock let out a soft moan, when he felt John's fingers enter, his back arching in response as well. His body squirmed into the man below him excitedly. "I love you too." His fingers continued to trail up and down his fiancé's chest and stomach lightly. He leaned forward once more and began to nibble lightly on John's ear.

Every touch from Sherlock was wonderful and the moment his mouth was on John's ear, he let out a low moan. His hips lifted slightly into the man above him as he continued to prepare Sherlock, his fingers moving in and out of his fiancé with practiced ease. His bad arm lifted and managed to rest on Sherlock's back, scratching at the skin he could reach.

Sherlock moaned into John's ear, his body rocking in time to the fingers inside of him. The scratching fingers on his back caused him to momentarily stop paying attention to the ear of the man below him, to try and catch his now thready breath. Talk. Just like at the hospital. It was difficult to focus at the moment though. "John…feels good already. Can't wait for you to be inside me." He resumed nibbling and licking his fiancé's ear.

Just hearing Sherlock talk, especially like that, made him moan loudly. Mrs. Hudson certainly heard that. "Jesus, Sherlock," he choked on the words as his hips lifted involuntarily. Sherlock's new-found love of talking during their intimate moments was glorious. His right hand moved roughly down his fiancé's back, scratching at the skin without a second thought. John turned his head slightly and nudged Sherlock's cheek with his nose. As with wonderful as the attention on his ear was, he wanted to kiss his partner. "You are wonderful. Fuck, you're perfect." He gently met Sherlock's lips, ignoring how sloppy the kiss was.

Sherlock smirked as he returned the kiss, his body squirming excitedly and without rhythm now. "So, you have said. I am well aware of course." He resumed kissing, nipping on the bottom lip a bit. After a moment he broke the kiss to speak again. "You know, you are more than just my lover…soon to be husband. You're my best friend John. You're…" he trailed off for a moment, nibbling on his fiancé's lip in thought gently, "…you are the best thing that's ever happened to me." God, that was cheesy. It sounded like something stupid, like out one of those romance movies. It didn't make the words any less true though. He needed John to know, understand just how much he meant to him.

That made John stop, pulling away from Sherlock's lips. He was panting as he slowly pulled his fingers out of his fiancé, keeping his gaze locked with the man above him. "Sherlock, you saved my life," he whispered, lifting his right hand from Sherlock's back to the side of his face. "I kept my pistol in the desk next to my laptop. I would have killed myself if I had never met you. My future husband, you are my anchor." He kept his gaze locked intently with Sherlock, his thumb rubbing his cheekbones gently.

When John stopped, Sherlock was worried that maybe he had said too much. He was about to laugh it off as silly sentiment but his fiancé finally spoke. He gave a smile, his gaze never wavering from the other man. Was it customary to keep a conversation like this going? He really didn't know. This was all very foreign to him. He suddenly felt out of place and unsure. Another foreign feeling. He hadn't felt this displaced since the first time John was in the hospital after getting shot at the store. Word finally found him. "I love you, please don't ever forget that."

"Never. And don't you forget it either." John lifted his head slightly to kiss his fiancé, making it slow to convey every emotion he was feeling. Happy. Excited. Love. John had thought that having sex the night before their wedding would ruin the actual wedding night but now he was happy they were here. It felt like it needed to happen. He moved his hand down to slick his cock before pressing it slightly against Sherlock's entrance. He held his partner's gaze as he slowly thrust forward.

Sherlock returned the kiss, and after a moment let his tongue go to explore John's mouth. "John," he murmured behind the kiss when he felt his fiancé enter. With effort he managed to keep control of his body and prevented it from writhing wildly. He was eager but he needed to have some semblance of self control if things were going to be slow and easy. One hand trailed up to his partner's face, his fingers trailing over John's jaw line up to the side of the other man's face. His other hand remained gently going up and down his fiancé's chest. "Feels good. Don't stop. Please?" Begging seemed to make John happy, and Sherlock didn't mind obliging.

How in the world could he ever stop? John nodded numbly, turning his head to place gentle kisses against Sherlock's palm. "You feel wonderful," he whispered hoarsely, clearly having trouble talking. Goosebumps rose on his chest in the wake of Sherlock's gentle touch. His hips started a slow and steady rhythm, lifting slowly and dropping with a bit more speed. He would rest for a few seconds between each thrust, taking the time to use his good hand to run lightly against Sherlock's side."Fuck, yes!" The shout was loud and he couldn't help the blush that tinged his cheeks.

Sherlock matched the pace set by John, his lips coming to rest on his fiancé's ear to give it attention once more. When his partner shouted, he moved so he could look down at the man below him with an amused smirk. "Pretty sure the whole street just heard you my dear doctor." He leaned forward to kiss his fiancé on the lips once more, his tongue eagerly exploring the inside of his partner's mouth. The hand on John's face moved to the other man's hair, fingers running through it lightly.

John let out another moan, happy that he was kissing Sherlock so it would be easily hidden. He felt his body tense and he forced himself to stay calm and keep the same pace, his hips jerking up harder now instead of faster. "God. Oh, God," he whispered into Sherlock's mouth, his left hand dropping from his partner's back to wrap around his cock. "Sherlock," he ended the short statement with a loud moan, lifting his hips with such speed and power that the headboard smashed against the wall.

Sherlock wasn't ready for the change in power or pace, and he damn near collapsed on John. His fingers gripped the headboard and sheets to keep him stable. Luckily his finger didn't get smashed as the wooden frame rammed into the wall. "Jesus John…" It wasn't a complaint, merely surprise. After the initial surprise wore off, he began to match the rhythm of his fiancé. It didn't take long for his breathing to become erratic, his fingers curling the sheets around his knuckles tightly.

"S-Sorry." John arched his back off the mattress with a low moan, the tendons in his neck pulled tight as he clenched his jaw. The emotional tie to their love making was making it better, more intense, and John was sure he was going to short circuit before the end of everything. The hand wrapped around his fiancé's penis tightened marginally before starting to move in slow strokes. He had other plans for Sherlock. The man deserved something better than a quick hand job and he was going to make sure he got what he really deserved after everything. "Christ, you're so fucking wonderful," he ended the sentence with a small shout, his head lifting to watch his hips lift off the bed slowly and pressed against Sherlock's.

Sherlock smirked and leaned his head down to whisper in John's ear. "Nonsense. You need to quit apologizing, my dear doctor. This good…fantastic really. Loving everything." After he was done speaking, he began kissing his fiancé's ear and worked his lips down to his partner's chest slowly. He continued to match the pace set by John, moaning and whimpering from time to time due to all the amazing sensations he was experiencing right now.

With so much going on, the emotions raging through his body and the feeling of Sherlock around him and kissing him, he knew he wouldn't make it much longer. "Love you," he whispered as his hips lost their rhythm and pushed against Sherlock roughly. "So much." After a few more thrusts he tensed, coming with a loud shout, his feet scrambling against the mattress and blankets beneath him to try and keep himself pressed inside Sherlock as long as possible. He slumped against the mattress, occasionally tensing as he struggled to calm himself. "Shit," he muttered as he slowly opened his eyes. "You." He lifted one leg, wrapping it around Sherlock's waist and quickly turning them, effectively pinning Sherlock against the mattress. "You're brilliant, you are." He wasted no time in lowering his body and taking Sherlock's cock into his mouth.

"Love you too," Sherlock replied as lifted his to look at his John. He offered no resistance when their positions changed, the hand on the headboard dropping to a relaxed position on the sheets below him. His eyes closed and he couldn't help but buck into the mouth that was sucking on his penis. He forced himself to still after that. His breathing was still thready and sporadic. He craved more contact with his fiancé, so one hand reached down to run through his partner's hair once more. "John…this…is…" He trailed off panting. It was difficult to concentrate, with the flurry of pleasure coursing his body at the moment.

John couldn't help the small gag as Sherlock thrust in his mouth, stopping for a moment to compose himself. Good Lord, if he had known how that felt he wouldn't have practically fucked Sherlock's mouth the several times he was sure he did. He moved his left hand to work the area his mouth couldn't reach, running his tongue along the underside of Sherlock's penis as he bobbed his head up and down. He hummed softly, lifting his eyes to glance at his fiancé. His mouth started working harder, sucking with a bit more purpose.

Sherlock had a hard time keeping his hips still for John. The hand in his fiancé's hair dropped to the sheets, gripping them tightly once more. After a little while, his body tensed and his fingers clung tighter to the bedding still as he let out loud moan. He relaxed after that. "…'sgood…" he panted out, his hand reaching up lazily and patting his partner on the head because he was much too worn out to do much else.

John swallowed as much as he could, pulling away with a small gag and grimacing when a bit of his own saliva dropped on to Sherlock's thigh. That was certainly a mood killer. He yanked at the blanket and managed to get a bit up to wipe off Sherlock's body before collapsing on top of his legs, his head resting on his partner's hip. "That was amazing," he muttered as his hand lifted to rub gentle circles against his fiancé's other hip. His gaze lifted and he studied the consulting detective with a soft smile. They were getting married tomorrow. A few hours. "Husband," he stated absently, closing his eye and tilting his head to place a soft kiss on Sherlock's hip bone.

The spit on his leg barely registered for Sherlock. He was concentrating on breathing normally again. A small smile etched his lips. "Soon. Tomorrow. I wonder if Mum will allow me to change into normal clothes after the ceremony is over. Ugh. I forgot about the photographer. Maybe when that's done..." His leg twitched a bit where John rubbed circles on it, as he thought out loud. He lifted his hand to run through his fiancé's hair.

"You aren't allowed to take off that bloody tux," John said as he swiftly lifted his head. "I am ripping it off of you. Period. And I want photographs," he climbed up Sherlock's body and rested his head lightly on his fiancé's shoulder. "I still don't understand why I am the one wearing white," he muttered with a bit of a frown as he shifted slightly. The bandage around his shoulder was tinged a bit darker now. "Need to change this," he whispered but made no move to move away from Sherlock's side.