Author's Note:
Love this chapter. Just some Johnlock fluff for your reading pleasure! My thanks to those who reviewed!
John woke up slowly, opening his eyes and blinking several times before he could focus on Sherlock. Right. They were on the floor and had just shagged. He smiled slightly and yawned. "Hi," he muttered with a soft smile. "How are you?" He stretched and placed a soft kiss on his husband's cheek.
Sherlock was happy John slept with no nightmares. "Hey. I am doing well, just watching you while you sleep." That seemed less creepy in his head but hadn't John said something about it being romantic? "How are you doing my dear doctor?" He leaned forward, kissing his husband on the lips lightly. He kept their foreheads pressed together.
John grinned against Sherlock's lips. "I'm fantastic," he whispered as he studied his husband's eyes. He didn't ever want to move. "Mostly because you did an adorably domestic thing by watching me sleep." He laughed slight and gave Sherlock a quick kiss. "Must have been horrid, watching me sleep."
"When I told you before I like watching you sleep, I meant it." Sherlock smiled and the kissed John on the lips again. He rolled over slowly, so he could straddle his husband. He pressed their bodies close together and continued to kiss John, deepening it a bit as he began exploring the mouth of the man below him.
John opened his mouth to Sherlock willingly and arched into his body with a soft moan. He sucked at his husband's tongue and wrapped his arms around Sherlock's torso. Kissing was always good. "Going to make me want to shag you again," he whispered against his partner's lips. "Don't think my body can take that again. I might short circuit."
Sherlock smirked but continued to kiss John. He ran a hand through his husband's hair and the other trailed along his partner's chest and stomach. He couldn't get enough the constant closeness they had been sharing in the last several days. It was becoming one of his favorite things and it didn't even have to be sexual. "Love spending time with you like this," he admitted against John's lips.
It was a rather romantic moment, if John was honest to himself. It was the perfect time to tell Sherlock things he never thought he would. "I never thought I would be here with you," he whispered as he lifted a hand to rest on his husband's cheek. "I never thought I would be lucky enough to call you mine, to fall asleep wrapped in your arms." He met Sherlock's gaze. "I love spending time with you like this because I never thought I'd have it."
Sherlock smiled. "Well, now you do and you get to everyday for the rest of our lives." That sounded okay, didn't it? He was still trying to learn what to say in moments like these, where John seemed to be bearing his soul. That wasn't something he had ever done but he was trying to learn. He resumed kissing his husband.
The rest of their lives. John smiled eagerly against Sherlock's lips, tightening his embrace as he deepened the kiss. For the rest of his life he got to wake up and snog or shag Sherlock whenever he wanted. The man was his husband. At the thought he moaned into Sherlock's mouth, nipping at his bottom lip. Who would have thought that Sherlock would turn into such a wonderful husband. "And we will get to raise a family," he added softly.
"Yeah. Little Sandi will grow up to be amazing just like you. And our nephew will probably be just as annoying as my older brother." Sherlock smirked a bit as he resumed kissing the man below him. He pressed their bodies closer together still, legs tangling together once more. "Maybe we could spend the day like this, I enjoyed it the last time."
"I don't want her to be like me," John stated softly against Sherlock's lips. "I want her to... be the best of both of us. Smart and brave and... wonderful." He felt his stomach clinch at just the thought of their little girl. He never wanted Amy to grow up, really. "And little Siger will probably get his bum kicked by our Amy. She is going to be wonderful." He tilted his head and lifted it to place a soft kiss against Sherlock's neck.
Sherlock smirked at the thought. "Damn right she will. I will teach her all kinds of fighting styles. For protection purposes of course." He smirked a bit more. "And of course she will be amazing and perfect, because I will teach her how. It is hard work though you know. Maintaining that level of perfection and all."
"Oh, the hardest work of all. She is adorable, though. I think she will manage." John smiled slightly and pulled his head back to meet Sherlock's gaze. "I love this honeymoon," he whispered slightly. "But... do you miss her? Amy, I mean?" He shrugged and cleared his throat. God, he hoped he wasn't ruining the mood. "She is lifting her head by now and we are missing it. She probably smiles when she wakes up, you know? And it isn't at us."
Oh no. Not one of these questions again. Sherlock hesitated as he tried to think of reply, except he couldn't think of anything that would please John. He decided to be honest anyway, although his honesty seemed to start fights more than avoiding them. "Not really. I guess…I haven't really thought about her since we have been here, except for the few times we talked about her."
John did expect the answer. After all, Sherlock didn't have the biological pull he had to Amy. Every time he looked down at her face all he saw was himself. His eyes. His jaw. It was the most amazing experience of his life. After several long moments he smiled and gave his husband a soft kiss. "You are still a wonderful father," he whispered. "And she loves you." There. Fixed. Hopefully.
"Verdict is still out, on both counts," Sherlock muttered. Well, so much for laying around for a lazy day with his husband. He rolled off of John with a small sigh. Change the topic. "We still have to buy a new bed at some point. Today is just as good as any, I suppose. Unless you want to keep sleeping on the floor."
Damn. John had ruined the mood. He rolled on to his side, propping his head up with an arm to study Sherlock. "Sleeping on the floor has a nice little quality to it that I don't mind," he muttered, his free hand reaching out to run lightly up and down his husband's stomach. "Think your Mum would get upset if we just left it like that? Covered in chocolate lube and broken?" He looked up at Sherlock with a wry grin.
Sherlock shrugged. "Probably and even if she didn't it would be rude if we didn't John." He got up off the floor as he disentangled himself from the sheets. "I am going to go get ready." He was being a stupid, selfish child about everything again wasn't he? He sighed, frustrated with himself now. He turned to look at his husband. "Sorry, I'm being a git again."
So he had seriously messed things up, apparently. John watched Sherlock, pushing himself to sit up. "I... yeah, a bit," he muttered as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Was it Amy? It was that question, wasn't it?" He shrugged and closed his eyes for a long moment. He needed to learn how to filter himself around Sherlock and not ask him questions that would make him feel uncomfortable. "I didn't meant to make you feel uncomfortable."
Sherlock shrugged. "No. Yes. Sort of. When you ask me questions like that, I know what you want me to say but I don't want to lie to you. And you know that I don't think like that, don't you? I feel like you are setting me up to fail before I even answer. It's stupid. I know you aren't. I just, it is frustrating sometimes is all." Communication. They were supposed to be working on it. It seemed to be working better but only because it seemed they were fighting a lot lately. Even on their honeymoon.
Well, John certainly hadn't thought of it like that. "I will never pretend to know how you think," he started softly, eyes wide as he glanced up at Sherlock. "I guess I am just curious if you feel the same as I do about...everything, really. Amy. Our relationship. You don't know it but you have done some incredibly normal things. You say you don't know what normal couples do and yet, you just stayed here with me and watched me sleep. You stayed so I wouldn't have nightmares. Sometimes I am still awake when you whisper in my ear to not have nightmares. You are protective. You're...a wonderful lover because you are attentive to my body and what I want in a way that people are when they understand love. And Amy..." He shook his head with a laugh. "You sat up with her that night at your Mum's house playing with a light. You talk to her, call her 'Baby Girl.' Sherlock, you understand so much more than you give yourself credit for."
Sherlock hadn't expected that response but he was relieved. No fighting. Finally some sort of understanding between them, maybe communicating had turned out to work after all. He gave John a smile. "Yeah, I guess you are right." He moved so he could embrace his husband in a tight hug. He gave him a kiss on the forehead as he finally loosened his grip.
Good. John was praying he would get that response and he couldn't help the relieved smile that tugged at his lips. "Of course I am right," he whispered against his husband's chest with a small laugh. He looked up at Sherlock. "You hungry?" He whispered as he ran a hand down his husband's chest. He was starving, really. Anything sounded wonderful.
"A little. Do you want to cook here? Left over pizza? Go into town and find a local place? Whatever is fine with me." Sherlock released John and then helped his husband to his feet. Finally, a discussion that hadn't ended horribly. They were finally making leeway and hopefully making their relationship better for it.
"Let's go out," John stated with a small nod. "Find a nice place with...pasta or something." He stood on his toes to place a quick kiss on his husband's cheek. "And I will even dress up." He smiled and brushed past Sherlock, moving into their bedroom. He still couldn't help a laugh at the sight of their bed. "Is that alright with you?"
Sherlock smiled as he followed after John. "That is fine. Do you mean nice place as in fancy? Or just somewhere we can sit down and enjoy our food?" He got out one of his buttoned up shirt and a pair of black slacks, before moving to the restroom to freshen up a bit. He hadn't shaved since being on vacation and the stubble was starting to itch. He took out his razor and removed the hair from his chain and cheeks. Much better. He walked back to the bedroom and began getting dressed.
"Fancy. Romantic." John smiled slightly as he slipped on a pair of his own black slacks, buttoning them before grabbing a light blue button-up shirt. "A place that will make me want to shag you in the bathroom it is so perfect," he added lowly as he tucked his shirt in and slipped a black jacket over his shoulders. "Or, you know, in the alley next to it." He reached into the bedside table and slipped something in his pocket with a wry grin.
"Why not both?" Sherlock smirked at John. He took out one his black suit jackets from the closet and slipped it on. "If not both then the alley. We have already done it in public restroom, twice in fact." The smirk got bigger as he grabbed his wallet and watch. "Ready my dear doctor because I think I know of place we can go. A bit of a walk though, if that is all right with you."
God, he had forgotten about their sexual escapades in the bathrooms. John blushed at the thought and moved toward Sherlock, grabbing his husband's hand and lacing their fingers together. "Alley," he whispered with a squeeze to Sherlock's hand. They were actually going to do this, weren't they? Shagging in an alley...that was not something he ever thought he would do. "I am all right with a walk." He nodded and looked up at Sherlock, placing a kiss on his cheek. "I hope the food is good."
Sherlock smirked. "God I can't wait to shag you in an alleyway. Speaking of…" He trailed off as he grabbed one of the many lubricant samples he had acquired before coming on the honeymoon. "Not flavored but it is scented. According to the package, it smells like vanilla. Not edible." The smirk got bigger as he placed it in the inside pocket of his jacket. He walked them out of the bedroom, house and then began leading them toward town.
"Might as well make our public shag smell good," John commented softly with a low laugh. If he didn't stop constantly thinking about it he would back out. He just had to move forward and do it. That was it. "So this place you are taking us to. For lunch, you know, you have heard of it or something?" He didn't look at his husband, instead letting his eyes wander the small buildings of the village. His eyes darted to the ground the moment he saw a sign for the wine building. No need to be reminded of that. "Are we going because it has wonderful food or because it has a location where you will be able to throw me over your shoulder and take me straight into an alley?"
Sherlock glanced at his husband with a smirk and then shook his head. "We went once, when I was little. Only fancy restaurant I know of around here. Hopefully it is still there, it has been a few years. And food in small towns is always good, at least that is what Mum always says." He gave a slight shrug. "The menus might be all in Italian, so I may need to translate. They don't get many visitors around here, except for the Holmes family."
Of course the only real visitors were the Holmes family. John managed a bit of a laugh and moved slightly closer to his husband as they walked, squeezing Sherlock's hand again. "I just really want something...amazing. I can't get enough of the food here," he stated as he watched a building curiously and continued to walk. "I just want some pasta. Chicken." He groaned at just the thought.
"Well, we uh…" Sherlock coughed. "We practically own the town. Don't ask." He shrugged a bit. "I guess it is why I never came back here after growing up. Reminded me too much of the family. When I suggested southern Italy for the honeymoon, I hadn't even thought of this place to be honest. Mummy insisted though." Another shrug and he turned them down a narrow cobblestone road. "At the end of the road is the restaurant."
Sherlock was going to just drop that information and then keep walking? John's feet stopped moving on their own and his hand slipped from his husband's. "You...own this town? You are joking. This is...the most amazingly ridiculous thing I have ever heard of." He forced his feet to move and slowly caught up with his husband, eyes wide as he looked around. "Own...I don't even own a bloody flat."
Sherlock paused half way down the narrow road to wait for John. He smirked a bit. "I don't own it. Dad did. I wasn't there for the will reading, so I don't know if he relinquished ownership of it, or kept it in the family. Dad was stationed down this way before he met Mummy. The Queen had a thing for Dad. He saved Italy. She wanted to thank him. Dad didn't want it but technically he owned it. There is a legal documentation about it at the manor. Boring story, I never really listened to, but that is the basic jest of it. Mum and Mycroft know more about it than I do." His older brother had always fancied all of dad's stories.
John just laughed, studying his husband. The things he heard from Sherlock were always a bit shocking. "How did your parents even meet? Your Mum...is not at all like your Dad," he stated seriously. Then again, they weren't anything like each other either.
"You should ask my Mum sometime, she loves to tell that story. She would be disappointed if she didn't get to." Sherlock smirked a bit and then shrugged. "But it is a bit weird that they got on. She is too good for him, I always thought. But they worked somehow. Come on now, let's go have a romantic, Italian dinner." He grabbed his husband by the hand gently and lead them inside of the restaurant.
John was about to respond but the tiny restaurant took his breath away. Quaint. Small. He looked up at Sherlock and smiled. "This...is perfect," he whispered as he squeezed his husband's hand. "You romantic sod." He stood on his toes and placed an open mouthed kiss on Sherlock's neck, his tongue lapping at the skin for a moment. A promise of things to come.
Sherlock smirked and tried not to squirm from John's tongue. God, at this rate he was going to want to shag his husband before dinner. He calmed himself down and talked to the maître d' in Italian briefly. The man smiled warmly, nodded and then led them to a table in the back that seated two. When the man left, his smirk got bigger as he looked at John. "Usually, this place is reservation only but being a Holmes has its advantages."
John followed Sherlock and sat down, glancing around with a smile. "You might have to order for me," he stated softly as his foot moved under the table to lightly tap his husband's. "I want one tall and handsome consulting detective with a side of alley shagging at the end of the night." He grinned at Sherlock and licked his lips.
"If you aren't careful, I am going to have desert before the main course." Sherlock smirked a bit before glancing down at the menu. "Chicken you said? Well, they have chicken parmesan. Chicken cacciatore, which is basically just chicken marinated in a base of tomatoes and a bit of wine. There is Vittorio's grilled chicken: it has sage, rosemary, garlic, a little bit of salt and pepper and olive oil. Personally, I am going to have effectively ravioli with meat and mushrooms."
John listened to his husband with a proud smirk on his face. "The tomato based one," he stated with a sure nod. It sounded delicious and he couldn't read the menu at all. He wasn't even going to try. "And for dessert." His foot shifted and ran slightly up Sherlock's leg. He had to drop a bit lower in his chair to reach. "God, I want you."
Sherlock was about to call the maître d' over when he felt John's foot. Christ. He wished they had gone to the alley first at this rate. He thought about getting up and leading his husband to the bathroom, but if they did then they wouldn't be able to shag in the alley. He squirmed a bit at his thoughts. "I want you too, but if you really want to shag in an alley then we are going to have to be patient. Unless you would rather find the restroom and take a rain check on the alley?"
John let his foot fall slowly. "Alley," he said with a small smile. "I will try to keep my hands off of you as long as possible," he added as his hands folded together on the table. Calm. Enticing his husband had seemed like a wonderful idea. Working him beforehand would possibly result in a wonderful shag but he didn't want to ruin their dinner. "I brought a blindfold for you," he added softly trying to look interested in the menu.
Sherlock was distracted once more from ordering at the mention of a blindfold. "Really? For me or you to wear?" God, with the way things were going he wasn't sure he was going to be able to wait until after they had finished eating. He squirmed even more, biting his lip to muffle his small whimper. Just talking about it shouldn't be such a turn on, but they were going to be shagging in an alleyway and one of them would be wearing a blindfold. He could hardly contain himself with all the mental images, although admittedly he didn't want to.
John smiled a bit and shrugged, managing to not look up at Sherlock. "I didn't really decide. If you want to wear it, you can," he stated with a deep breath. The thoughts were in his head now. Sherlock blindfolded, shagging him while he was pressed against a brick wall his legs wrapped around his husband's torso. His breath hitched and he shifted slightly in his seat, clearing his throat. "I can. Your choice, I think. You found such a wonderful place for dinner and it was your idea to shag in the alley in the first place."
Were things getting better or worse? Sherlock was writhing in his chair now. Shagging John into a wall, in an alley, while he wore a blindfold was overpowering his entire thought process right now. "Not sure I am going to be able to wait much longer my dear doctor." He had whipped up quite the fantasy in his head. Eating was the last thing on his mind now.
Oh. Well. "How long do you think it is going to take?" John asked as he slowly set his menu down. Perhaps they could order, run out real fast, and then come back in. Hell, Sherlock was a Holmes. They literally owned the town. "Talk to the owner, say that we forgot something." He pushed his chair back slightly because now it sounded like a real option.
"Oh God yes." Sherlock pushed the chair back and stumbled out of it, hoping the erection in his pants didn't show too much. He practically yanked John out of the chair in his excited state as he walked by, muttering something in Italian on the way out the door. When they were safely out of sight in the alley, he backed his husband into a wall and began kissing the other man aggressively with a growl.
It all happened so fast that the moment John was pressed against the brick wall and grunted, his mouth opening slightly for his husband. They were actually in an alley. That was Sherlock's erection pressed against him. He moaned and reached between them, spreading his legs a bit so he could cup his husband through his pants. Maybe he shouldn't have worked Sherlock up so much.
Sherlock moaned into John's mouth when his husband touched him through his pants. "Lube. Blindfold," he panted out when he finally broke the kiss. Eager and excited was the best way to describe his current state of mind. He wrestled with his pants in his haste but finally got them undone. He reached into his suit jacket and grabbed the small package of lubricant. He ripped it open with his teeth, grimacing at the small taste he got. Definitely vanilla. He began applying it to his already hard cock.
John took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down for a moment. No fear. Everything was fine. He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out the black blindfold, slipping it between his teeth as he moved to undo his trousers. He froze for a moment, watching his husband stroke and prepare himself. "God," he whispered, his hips moving forward slightly before he managed to undo his pants. "Oh, God." He let his head drop back to the brick wall as he kicked his shoes off and completely pulled his pants and underwear off. "Want you," he moaned again and lifted his legs easily around his husband's hips, pulling the blindfold from his mouth and covering Sherlock's eyes.
Yes. Perfect. To help support John, Sherlock pressed his husband into the wall a bit more. Once his penis was slick, he groped momentarily in his blindness and caressed John's cock before his fingers slid in to prep his husband. "Can't wait to be inside you," he whispered as his mouth found John's ear to nibble and lick on. The blindfold made the whole experience even better. More exciting.
John dropped his forehead on Sherlock's shoulder, moaning softly into the skin beneath his mouth. "F-Fuck," he muttered as his hips thrust forward for a moment. He tugged his bottom lip between his teeth and whimpered. "Want you. God, you are going to feel wonderful." He finished tying the blindfold and wrapped his arms around his husband's neck. "Now. I'm ready. Now."
This was good. John seemed to want this as much as he did. Sherlock thrust into his husband, moaning into the ear he had been gnawing lightly on. "Fuck. Yes. Perfect. Just like I imagined it would be." He started a steady and moderate pace, one hand on the brick wall and the other reached down to stroke John's cock in time with his thrusts.
"Ah!" John shouted against Sherlock's shoulder, hissing as his back rubbed against the brick wall with each thrust. God, Sherlock was doing all of the work. He took a deep breath and dropped his hips as heavily as he could, bringing them up so his cock would slide through Sherlock's hand. For a moment it didn't register that Sherlock had said something during sex...things that he never said. "Fuck, say that again. Say it," he muttered as he nipped at the skin beneath his mouth.
Sherlock smirked and it took him a moment to comply with John's request because he was already breathing heavily. "I said," breath, "that this was perfect." Another breath. "Just like I imagined it would be. Christ so good John." He moaned into his husband's ear, as he kept up his moderate pace. With being as worked up as he had been before they started he was certain he was close. "Not going to last long," he admitted. "Sorry." Just a little longer, he didn't want this to end too soon.
"Don't care," John replied with a moan. "God, fuck." He moved a hand under Sherlock's arm, scratching at the skin he could reach. It was new for him to have Sherlock giving him a hand job while they shagged. It usually happened after but he wasn't going to complain. His other hand dropped between them, wrapping around his husband's hand to help it move faster on his cock.
Scratching. Shagging in alley. Blindfolded. It was all too much for him. Sherlock came with a load moan, not caring who heard them at this point. He forced his body not to go too limp, so he could still support John. He leaned his head into his husband's shoulder, as he tried to begin breathing normally. He continued to pump John's cock.
At the feeling of Sherlock reaching his climax John tensed, coming across Sherlock's shirt with a whimper. Shit, maybe they should have waited. He shakily let one leg on to the ground, slipping slightly and bringing them both to the ground. He landed with a grunt and wrapped his arms around Sherlock with a giggle. They shagged in an alley, Sherlock was still blindfolded, and now they were on the ground. "We should do that again," he muttered with a laugh.
"Yes. Oh please yes." Sherlock liked that idea very much. At this rate, he was thinking he should wear a blindfold every time they shagged. Or was it just exciting because they were able to fall back into their routine of sex, without all the awkwardness that had been present last night. He slid the blindfold off, so it rested around his neck. After his eyes adjusted to the lighting change, he glanced down at their clothes. Right. Probably should have waited.
"We made a bit of a mess. That bloke in there might not like it so much," John muttered as he let his eyes slip closed. That was exhausting and he hadn't really done anything. Sherlock might actually sleep some tonight. "God, Sherlock, that was amazing." One arm slipped from Sherlock's back and he laughed softly. "I should blindfold you every time if you are going to be that amazing."
"I was just thinking that. That I should where a blindfold all the time. That. Loved it. Love you." Sherlock moved to kiss John on the lips. "Love you," he repeated as he rested his head against his husband's. At least breathing was normal again. He let his eyes close, not to rest but to just enjoy being close to John.
Sex in general had never been something that John had talked about. The fact that they had just shagged in an alley, in public, made him blush slightly. Anybody could have walked by and seen them. God, it had been perfect. "Love you, too," he muttered with a weak smile, opening one eye to study his husband. "I don't think we should go back in there looking like this. Perhaps I can make something back at the house?"
"If you brought your mobile, I can just order over the phone and have the restaurant deliver it to the beach house. Delivery isn't really their thing, but I sm sure everyone in town knows how well a Holmes tips. Unless service is absolutely awful, always tip generously. It's a Holmes rule." Sherlock shrugged a bit, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "If you didn't bring your mobile, we can just call from the house. Or were you in the mood for cooking?" He wasn't. He had used up quite a bit of energy just now and they still had the walk home to look forward to.
"Oh, God, we are ordering in." John reached into his pocket and pulled his cell phone out. He unlocked it, revealing the picture of Amy that Sherlock sent him when he left the hospital the day she was born to go back to Afghanistan. He smiled at the picture, looked at it for a moment, and handed the phone over with a small jump. "Food. 'M hungry," he muttered, a bit like a child, as he looked at Sherlock expectantly.
Sherlock dialed the number he had memorized at the registry where reservations were placed. He exchanged a few polite words and then ordered. Another short conversation ensued before he hung up. "It will be at the beach house in about an hour. Should give us a chance to clean up and what have you." He handed the phone back to his husband, slumping against John a bit. He wasn't ready to move yet.
John took his phone with a weak smile, supporting his husband the best he could. The man had done all of the work. "I might have to carry you back to the house," he muttered with a small giggle. "You look exhausted, Sherlock. Best shag of your life?"
Sherlock smirked a bit but shook his head. "I can walk, just need a minute." The smirk got bigger at John's question. "It is definitely up there." He finally stood up straight and took his husband's hand. "Come on, let's go home for now." He lead them back the way they came, toward the beach house.
John followed him sluggishly, a grin on his face. He was certainly up for doing that again. "Maybe next time we won't use vanilla. I smell like a cake," he muttered with a blush. The chocolate hadn't been too bad. In his opinion, unflavored lube was probably his favorite. Simple. Not too different. "Love you."
Sherlock smirked a bit, bringing John's hand to his lips for a light kiss. "Love you too." He continued to lead them through the town, finally getting to the beach house. "Want to take a quick shower before the food gets here?" A shower sounded fantastic to him. They had a way of relaxing and calming him down. The only thing more relaxing was snuggling with John. Maybe they should do that instead.