Author's Note:
Just some Johnlock goodness this chapter. Thank you to everyone reviewing and this story!
Sherlock looked up as John and his mother. They both seemed to be fine. Good. He smiled up at them.
Nancy smiled back and let go of John's hand. "Your dance is soon boys." She walked over to the table with the DJ and spoke quietly with him.
Sherlock raised his eyebrows to his husband after his mother left. "She okay? Looks like she's been crying. I haven't seen her cry since I was young..."
John watched Nancy as she walked away before nodding in response to Sherlock's question. "She is fine. Cried a bit but... we talked." He smiled as he looked up at his husband. "Sorry. Didn't mean to get you in trouble." He gently met Sherlock's lips. While he had just planned on playing around with Sherlock he certainly hadn't thought that his mother-in-law would react like that. "I will try to control myself."
"John, I am in trouble with my Mum all the time. It is nothing new." Sherlock smirked and then shrugged. He knew his mother well enough that what had happened in the ballroom wasn't why she had been crying, and found it curious that she had talked to his husband about it. Well, he supposed that was good though, right? It meant things wouldn't be awkward the rest of the night, hopefully. "You had better behave. Make Mummy cry like that again, and Mycroft might hit you." He motioned his head to his older brother who was talking to Lestrade in a corner. The smirk returned.
"I know your brother is the British government and all." John moved a hand around his husband to rest on his lower back. "But I think I could hit back just a tad harder." A mischievous grin and then he glanced at the two men in the corner. "Looks like we might have another wedding to attend in the future. Lestrade told me that they are engaged. Your Mum's got four boys to deal with, think she can do it?" He looked up at Sherlock with a small smile, not being able to help himself as he placed a soft kiss on the underside of his husband's jaw.
"Yes, I figured as much when we got home. Mycroft confirmed it today. And my Mum was married to Siger, so I am pretty sure she can handle anything if she could put up being married to that man." Sherlock looked over to his mother when she began speaking into a microphone.
"The happy couple will now share their first dance. It is a song written and performed by Sherlock. It's called 'Lyubit'."
"It's Russian for 'love.' Come on. Time to show everyone how good of a dance teacher I am." Sherlock got up from his chair and offered his hand to John. Once his husband's grasp was in his, he kissed the top of the hand in a very formal and traditional fashion before leading his partner to the dance floor.
John followed Sherlock, tripping slightly over his feet as he did. "Oh, wonderful," he muttered, stopping in front of his husband and swallowing hard. "You should have told me about the name earlier. Would've shagged you for that, too," he spoke in a low tone, looking down at their feet as he placed his left hand on Sherlock's right shoulder. "I love you," he whispered as he took his partner's other hand, lifting it marginally and stopping as his shoulder protested to any further extension. He met Sherlock's gaze and started to move his feet shakily as the music started.
Sherlock smirked a bit and when the music started, he counted softly for John hoping it would help his husband keep in time with the music. He led them around on the dance floor, doing small circles, instead of large ones to make it easier on his partner. He kept his gaze on John while the danced, counting the rhythm out the entire duration of the song.
The sound of Sherlock's voice, hearing him count, made John relax almost instantly. He felt his feet move across the floor with a smoothness he hadn't even possessed in the flat. For a moment he forgot they were surrounded by people, forgot that they were at their wedding, and his entire world was his husband. "I love you," he repeated, fractionally losing a beat but instantly catching himself.
Sherlock beamed proudly, but kept up the count. They continued to move around the dance floor in fluid sweeps. After a few minutes the song ended and he leaned in close and kissed John on the lips. "I love you too. You did very well, by the way. Much better than you ever did at the flat. Told I was a good teacher." He smirked and walked them back over to their table.
John followed after his husband with a proud grin on his face, beaming from ear to ear. "Best teacher in all of London," he said as he sat down. What else was there to do? They had danced, they'd said 'I Do' and, honestly, he was tired of sitting here. He wanted to ravish his husband. "Do I get to tie you up, then? Watch you squirm?" He smirked as the large cake was wheeled in and placed slightly to the side of their seats.
"I don't know. Probably a bunch of songs after this that is appropriate for a wedding? And cutting the cake apparently. As far as tonight goes, you will just have to wait and find out what we are doing." Sherlock smirked again. A song he wasn't familiar with started playing and he tuned it and the background noise out.
Bloody Hell, this was taking longer than he thought. "How upset would you be if I shoved my slice of cake right into your face?" John laced his fingers with his husband's and squeezed. "No running off into that mind of yours. Not allowed. I want you here." His gaze traveled to Mycroft and Lestrade as they took the dance floor and he couldn't help but chuckle as Harry danced with Amy in her arms. He kept his eyes locked on his daughter and sister, a soft smile on his lips.
Sherlock broke out into grin. "I was actually thinking about doing the same to you my dear doctor. I honestly wouldn't care. Maybe I will leave it there for you to lick off later."
Nancy walked over. "Do you want a slice of cake saved and frozen for a year? It is tradition and supposed to be good luck."
"Uh…" Sherlock glanced up to John with raised eyebrows.
John laughed but it faltered and he momentarily forgot what Nancy had asked. It wasn't until he caught his husband's questioning gaze that he realized there was more to life than imagining licking cake off of Sherlock's body. "Yes, please." he looked at his mother-in-law and smiled warmly.
"Alright, gentlemen." Mycroft walked over, handed John a large knife and motioned his head toward the cake. "Go on and cut it, then. After that we will make sure you both have a slice to feed each other."
"Right. Of course." John looked at his husband and wrapped his fingers around the knife, holding his hand out for Sherlock to grab. "Cut the cake with me, husband?"
Sherlock took John's hand and followed his husband over to the table with the cake. "Are we really going to shove it each other's mouths?" He asked as they cut through the moist desert. A bunch of cameras and flashes went off. Another slice was cut and he picked it up. Marble cake with white frosting. "Ready my dear doctor?"
John grabbed a piece and steadied himself, looking up at his husband with a wide grin. "I will never miss a chance to shove food in your mouth," he said as he moved the cake slowly toward Sherlock's mouth. It was stereotypical and silly to shove cake at each other but he couldn't pass it up. His hand rushed forward and smashed the slice of cake against Sherlock's mouth as he broke into laughter, more flashes and clicks going off as people around them took pictures.
Sherlock was about to return the favor when a more devious idea popped into his head. He fed the cake to John gently. "See, this is why I am the gentlemen and in a black tuxedo." He smirked, not bothering to wipe his face off. He leaned in to whisper into his husband's ear. "I was serious about having you lick it off."
Laughter burst out among the crowd as John took a small bite of the cake. After listening to his husband speak he stood on his toes and met Sherlock's lips, his tongue running along his lips to lick up as much frosting as he could while still making it look like a kiss. Several more flashes went off around them as John pulled away, grinning when he realized frosting had rubbed on to his face as well. "I have got my own stash of frosting for that," he whispered proudly, lifting a finger to run down Sherlock's cheek. Once his finger tip was covered in cake and frosting he placed it against his husband's lips.
Sherlock smirked a bit and licked the frosting. People were cheering and clapping now. Good Lord, people got excited about the strangest things. He walked hand in hand with husband back to their table. He bent over to whisper in John's ear once more. "When I said I wanted you to lick the icing off, I meant right now. Maybe find a bathroom somewhere. A supply closet. A secret passage. I know every inch of this mansion, I am sure we could find a place for a little awhile. Although Mycroft and probably Mum will figure it out."
To Hell with propriety. If Sherlock knew an area where they could have a few moments to themselves then John was all for it. "Where?" He whispered urgently, squeezing his husband's hand in excitement. Even if Nancy and Mycroft knew he wanted to go. They would have to respect the fact that they didn't do it in front if everybody. "Show me. Let's go."
Sherlock smirked a bit more. "Easy there. We should be smart about this. Through the double doors we came through, take a left, down the hall after four doors is a bathroom. Wait for me there. Then we will find a quieter place. I'll knock on the door three times." John had, had his hands all over him since the morning. Who was he to deny the amorous advances of his husband?
John grinned at Sherlock and nodded. Perfect. He stood slowly and moved through the group of people, even managing to give Harry a quick hug and place a small kiss on Amy's forehead. As he went out the double doors he glanced back at his husband, going still for a long moment before finally leaving. He felt himself walk quicker than usual. All he could hear was he blood rushing behind his ears as he pushed open the door to a bathroom. "Christ." He looked around as he slowly shut the door. This bathroom was bigger than the bedroom he had growing up.
Sherlock waited for a few minutes. He looked over to Mycroft and stood up from his chair. "I think John got lost, I'm going to go and find him." He left before his older brother could argue. He glanced up and down the hall before knocking on the door three times. When it opened, he tilted his head. "Come on. This way." He took his husband's hand gently and led him further down the hall away from the ballroom. They entered a small library, well small in comparison to the extensive one in his father's den. He picked up a walking stick inside the door and walked over to the unlit fireplace. He lifted the carpet, inserted the cane into the floor and gave it a twist. The fireplace spun sideways allowing access to the passage beyond. He smoothed the carpet back in place and walked through, pressing the button on the other side so it would close. It was dark for a few seconds but when they started walking again, the hall lit up, lights flickering to life in sequence all the way down. "Almost there."
Mycroft watched Sherlock leave with a raised brow and a knowing smirk, casting a glance over at their Mum.
John followed, mouth ajar at everything he was seeing. This wasn't just a manor, it was something out of a bloody mystery novel. "Sherlock, what the Hell?" He asked with a small laugh, squeezing his husband's hand in disbelief. This was most certainly real. "I am fairly sure we could have stopped after the damn rotating fireplace. I don't think anybody is going to find us."
"The place was built by my great grandfather. So, it has been in the family for a few generations. The secret passages were built with it. The mansion of course has been updated for modern times, along with all its secret places. Most people don't know about them, but Dad did. I followed him once when I was young and became fascinated. I spent a year and a half finding out where every passage was and explored them thoroughly. I am taking you to my favorite spot. Kind of like a second bedroom for me, where I could be me and not worry about the maids cleaning my room every single day." Sherlock explained as they came to the end of the passage, after passing a few other passages that branched off. There was no door, just an archway. He placed the cane against the wall and flicked on a lamp. It wasn't a very big room, but it'd be enough space. A few book shelves lined the wall, containing old books and now empty jars. A rug laid on the floor, Persian. There were several pillows and bean bags all over the rug. "Thought this would be more comfortable than a hardwood floor. Wanted to show it off, shag you in my favorite room in the mansion. I have never brought anyone here before…so I thought I would bring you, prove to you I love you…"He trailed off, as he realized John's words from last night still haunted him. Would this be enough? Maybe it wasn't 'googly eyes' but it was some sort of sentiment…wasn't it?
Oh. Good Lord, if Sherlock could be described as romantic this would be the best example he could give. John faltered slightly on his feet, taking a deep breath and grinning. "Sherlock." He glanced up at his husband before standing on his toes and gently meeting Sherlock's lips. He licked at any frosting he could get as he pressed his entire body against his partner.
Sherlock smiled, apparently he had pleased John. He bumped into a book shelf but didn't care, his body already squirming into his husband excitedly. His tongue poked out to tangle with the other man's. "Can't tear the tuxedo yet, I think we still have to put up with a lot of photos being taken." His fingers were already trying to undo his pants, he had been containing himself up until now and he was extremely aroused and ready to get things going.
"What do you want?" John asked breathlessly, pushing Sherlock's hands away so he could undo his pants. His hands moved effortlessly and the moment he had his husband's pants undone he yanked them down to his thighs, palming Sherlock through his underwear. Right now he was willing to do anything for Sherlock. The man had exposed such a personal part of himself for John and he deserved anything that he wanted.
Sherlock let John undo his pants, whimpering with desire as soon as he felt his husband's hand touching him through the underwear. "Want to be inside of you...but in my haste I didn't think to grab anything..." He trailed off and then arched a brow. "Did you happen to nick anything from the bathroom while you were there by chance?"
"As embarrassing as this is." John reached into his pocket and pulled a package out, shoving it into Sherlock's hand. "Wedding preset from Harry." He glanced down at the package of lube with a small blush. "It will do for this go-round. We have an entire bottle upstairs." He leaned back and reached between them, hastily undoing his pants. "How? Sherlock, you might have to take me from behind. Don't have time to take my shoes off." He looked up at his husband with a small grin. "Fast or slow?"
At this point Sherlock didn't care how slow or fast things were. He just wanted John, now. His body continued to writhe against his husband. One hand held onto the package of lube, while the other sought frantically to take off his partner's pants.
John locked his gaze on Sherlock's face before happily accepting the help. His pants finally came undone and he took a gasping breath, wiggling so they fell down his thighs. He figured they were breaking the typical wedding rules by shagging in some secret room while the reception was still going on but he didn't care anymore. "C'mere." He pulled a napkin from his pocket and cleaned Sherlock's face the best he could. "Don't want it to get on our tuxedos," he whispered as he dropped the napkin in favor of meeting his husband's lips.
Sherlock returned the kiss eagerly, tongue moving to explore John's mouth immediately. His hand tugged at his husband's under garment next. He moved them toward the center of the room, so they could lay down on the pillows and bean bags in comfort and not squished against the bookcase.
John moved back obediently, gasping into Sherlock's mouth as he fell back and pulled his husband with him. Pain shot through his shoulder but he ignored it. Sherlock was on top of him, they were going to make love. That was the most important thing in his mind right now. He arched his hips off the soft pillows and bean bags beneath him and moaned softly when his underwear slid down to his thighs. "Talk to me, Sherlock," he said as he panted for breath. "Need to know how we're going to do th- Oh, God." He arched up into his husband with a small moan, yanking desperately at Sherlock's underwear.
Sherlock fell with John, with a slight grunt. That had been a little rough on his chest but that didn't matter at this point. He moaned softly feeling his husband buck into him and he helped John remove his underwear. "Will you be fine on the floor? Once the lube is in place, I'll enter. God John, I want you so bad. Haven't been inside of you in so long..." He leaned forward and began kissing his husband's jaw line.
"Yeah. Fine. I will be fine." John lifted his left hand to scratch at Sherlock's back through the layers of clothing, swallowing hard. "J-Just let me roll over, yeah? Easiest way to do this." Although it might be a tad painful for him. It would be worth it, though. It would always be worth it. He pushed gently at Sherlock's chest and managed to roll on to his stomach, supporting himself on his knees and his left arm. It was a bit more exposing than he was used to but he bit his bottom lip and glanced at his husband over his shoulder. He spread his legs as far as he could, wiggling slightly so his pants and underwear would slide down to his ankles. "I'll prop up on my knees when we are going," he whispered. "You will just have to hold me up, okay?"
Just yesterday Sherlock had thought they should wait to try this position until John was fully healed and they were on their honeymoon, but now he was intoxicated with desire and need. He rarely thought clearly in these instances. He took a few moments to get his husband ready, the lube being smoother than the Vaseline they usually used. He used up the last of the small package on himself, and discarded the empty packet somewhere next to him. Something new and he was the one giving it, always exciting for him. He leaned forward, arms reaching around to help support John. He thrust in slowly at first, letting out a long moan of pleasure.
That was it. John didn't know what to think as he instinctively pressed back against Sherlock. "Oh, God." He bit his bottom lip and sucked in a deep breath, readjusting himself to the feeling of being stretched around Sherlock. He moved and tensed his body, coming to rest entirely on his knees as he pressed his back against his husband's chest. He reached for Sherlock's hand and placed it on his stomach, scratching at it as he let out a soft moan. "Jesus, Sherlock." He let his head fall back on to Sherlock's shoulder, pressing into his husband with another moan.
Sherlock smirked, pleased with himself. John seemed to be enjoying this. Frankly so was he. It gave him an all new reign of control. Or maybe having given it up the last couple times had made him realize just how much he liked and missed it. Either way, this new position was something they would have to do again at some point. He began to thrust faster, in his heightened sense of ecstasy. "'sgood idea John…" He managed to breathe out, his breath already becoming irregular. It was a bit of hard work on his end, doing it this way but well worth it.
Every thrust from Sherlock made John moan and after a while he could do nothing more than repeat Sherlock's name in a soft whisper, breathing hard. He moved to meet every thrust, coming back to press his stomach into the anchor that was his husband's hand, holding him up and keeping him close. He turned his head and started to suck and lick at Sherlock's neck, his right hand moving to scratch at the outside of Sherlock's thigh. "Fuck, yes. So good, Sherlo-" he moaned loudly and dug his nails into Sherlock's thigh.
The thrusts, John licking and scratching him was driving him mad but in the best sense possible. Sherlock tilted his head slightly, so his husband could have better access at his neck. "John this is…" He trailed off, trying to focus on getting air to his lungs. He continued to increase the speed and pressure, his arms tightening the grip around John slightly so as to keep the other man in place with the increasing pace.
John wanted to talk, wanted to tell Sherlock how amazing it all was but he just moaned against his husband's neck. His free hand moved to wrap tightly around his own cock, pumping in time with Sherlock's thrusts. He bit down at the skin under his mouth as he let out a shout. "Love you. Oh, Christ, Sherlock." He moved his left hand to grab at Sherlock's, gasping when their wedding rings knocked together.
With the increasing pace he had set, Sherlock didn't last much longer. His body tensed and then relaxed as he came. He was panting heavily, and wanted nothing more than to collapse but he clung to John instead. His head came to rest on his husband's back, the grip around his partner lessening slightly. "That…" He trailed off, still unable to form words at this moment.
John stilled for a long moment before his hand moved faster, his body tensing as he came. "Fuck," he whispered as his head fell forward. They would most definitely be doing that again. "Made a mess all over your pillows," he muttered with a wry grin. He wanted to fall forward and rest but being this close to Sherlock, after their first shag as a married couple, was something he wanted to take in. To remember and catalog away for the rest of his life. "I love you, my husband." He shifted slightly so Sherlock would pull out of him but relaxed against him again almost instantly.
Sherlock shifted, so he was now cuddled into John's side, his arms still wrapped around his husband. "Sorry. Should have been the one to finish you off," he muttered. Although, he wasn't sure he would have had the stamina to do so. That had been more work during sex then he had ever done, but he had enjoyed every second of it.
"'S okay," John whispered. After everything Sherlock had done while they were having g sex he hadn't expected his husband to have enough energy to help him. It had been worth it. "As wonderful as this is." He closed his eyes. "We should probably head back up to our wedding party." He took a deep breath and smiled. If sex was that amazing every time now that they were married John wasn't going to leave Sherlock alone.
"I suppose you are right. I will just tell them you got lost on the way back to the ballroom and I ended up giving a tour of the place. Mycroft will probably see right through it but…" Sherlock trailed off with a shrug and sat up. He found his pants and put them on. "Want me to help you with yours?" He asked as he stood up and straightening out his tuxedo as best he could.
John stood slowly, using one hand to pull his pants up and easily button and zip them. "Don't care if your Mum even knows. That was bloody amazing." He turned to Sherlock and smiled softly. "This means a lot to me, Sherlock. This is the most amazing thing anybody has ever done for me." He placed a soft kiss on his husband's lips. "That was the most personal thing you have ever done."
Sherlock smirked and returned the kiss. "Well, I am 'amazing' and 'perfect' so naturally. In all seriousness though, I am…glad…" He wondered if he would spend the rest of his life proving himself to John now but maybe that's what marriage was about. Not just commitment but showing the other person how you feel every day.
"Hush." John smiled and glanced around the small room. "We will have to do this again sometime. Except I fear we might have tarnished a bit of your childhood." He took a deep breath and swayed slightly on his feet. His hand instantly darted out to grab his husband's. "Is there a long way back to the ballroom? I might be walking a bit funny for a while."