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-John makes a move and Sherlock is fluffy.
8 December 2015, Tuesday:
When Sherlock had walked into the flat that afternoon - having gone out to help Lestrade with a case that had barely managed to be a Level 4 - he was stopped in the doorway by John, who was grinning up at him, looking far too pleased with himself.
"Hello, Sherlock."
John then leaned up and for the first time since the game began, he initiated a romantic gesture by placing a kiss directly on Sherlock's cupid's bow lips.
The blond then glanced upward, where Sherlock could see a sprig of mistletoe hanging above the doorway of the flat.
"I got it earlier today at Tesco's and I thought we should have it. A new tradition for us to start."
John hadn't gotten mistletoe the last two Christmases they had shared together, so Sherlock hadn't even considered this as something to add. But not only was it a nice surprise as it was difficult to surprise Sherlock, but it also gave way to other thoughts. He really needed to progress in his wooing of John Watson!
They needed a tree and decorations and he really needed to get John the perfect gift. And… he gulped… they'd go to the Yard's Christmas do. And yes, Sherlock would actually tag along this time because John would be disappointed if he didn't go. And Sherlock could probably introduce John to his parents when he dragged the blond out to Cornwall for the Christmas festivities held every year.
Much planning to do.
Sherlock deposited their dinner on the kitchen table, which he had cleaned off earlier that day. He'd gotten them some curry.
As John passed him to get the plates, he received another kiss, which momentarily had him staring off into space. John was certainly affectionate today.
Sherlock liked it.
As they ate, Sherlock's mind went back to that morning, where he'd taken a good, long look at that day's photograph and had masturbated right then and there, soiling his pajama bottoms in the process.
It was John on the boulder again, his tanned body spread out like an offering. Paying homage in the best form Sherlock could ever possibly imagine, even with his mind palace.
John was on his back, the sunlight carefully lighting the area between his legs. His body was cut finely, all well-muscled and hardened. His right leg was pulled up, foot flat against the rock beneath him and the other leg was cast aside, leaving him open to greedy eyes.
His cock stood at perfection attention, not needing John to keep it upright. Nothing of John's head was visible. As he lay supine over the boulder, facing the camera, the viewer would only see his torso and all that resided below it. Not that Sherlock was complaining.
Yes, the image - which had been saved to a special room in his mind palace like all the others had been - was flashing before him now, allowing him to juxtapose that John and the one before him. The same man, except army John was all strong and dominant looking. An alpha. A leader. But the John sitting across from him was all warm and cuddly. A healer. He had a little bit of a belly now, not that it changed his physique all that much. He smiled warmly from the eyes and just didn't seem like the type to hurt a fly.
And the fact that Sherlock knew very well that that was most certainly not the case, aroused him. John was so good at slipping under the radar. Being strong or caring when the time called for it, easily shifting into his attitudes. Not many people got to see those sides of John and Sherlock was privileged to have witnessed both and been on the receiving end of both.
"What's got you smiling?"
He blinked, looking to John in confusion.
"You're smiling at me," clarified the man. "I was wondering what was going through your mind. You haven't told me about the case yet, either."
Feeling a little exposed at his moment of weakness being pointed out, Sherlock spouted a half-formed idea in his mind and dove right into the detail of the case and the lack of intelligence Anderson had displayed.
He felt warm inside when John smiled and laughed at everything he had to say.
It was nice to be appreciated.
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