Hello everyone, hope you have all had a good week.

In the reviews a jealous Sherlock was requested, so a jealous Sherlock you shall have! :D

Sherlock padded his way down the stairs and into the kitchen, leaving his lover sound asleep in bed. Pulling the cupboards open, Sherlock pushed the pickled jarred fingers out the way in search of tea and biscuits. He placed the kettle on to boil and waited. As the steam rose from the device, Sherlock washed two fresh cups up and gently put them down on the worktop. Sherlock followed the routine that John did when making tea. Teabags in, water in, stir, teabag out and milk in- just a dash of milk though; John liked his tea strong.

Sherlock organised the drinks and the biscuits onto a tray to take up to John. Lifting the tray from the side, Sherlock heard a small beep noise. He put the tray back down and searched for the location of the beeping noise. It was coming from the sofa, Sherlock ran his hands down the sides of the cushions and pulled out John's phone.

1 New Message - Jeanette

Hey John, how are you doing? Fancy a drink sometime? xoxo

Sherlock read the text with disdain. How dare this woman try and his John on a date. John didn't need to know about this.

Text Message Deleted

Sherlock arranged the phone back in-between the cushions of the sofa and proceeded to go back to the task at hand, surprising John with early morning tea. Walking back to the kitchen, Sherlock grabbed the tray once again and jogged up the stairs to John's room.

Sherlock deposited the tray on the bedside table and nudged John's arm in order to wake him. John stirred but didn't fully wake up. Rolling his eyes, Sherlock mounted John and practically rubbed himself against him. This ought to wake him up, in more ways than one. John's eyes fluttered open to view Sherlock on top of him, humping him.

"Sherlock seriously it's too early, maybe later?" groaned John.

Calling defeat Sherlock rolled off of John and on to his side of the bed.

"I made you tea and biscuits, because I love you" stated Sherlock, childlike in his voice.

John smiled at his partner and reached for his cup of tea. "You are just perfect" answered John.

Watching John swallow his tea, Sherlock stayed silent he felt a weird sensation in the pit of his stomach. It was guilt from going behind John's back and deleting that text. He tried to push the emotion as far as way as possible. Sherlock just hoped that stupid woman wouldn't text back again, then he would be in the clear. John glugged down the rest of his tea, while Sherlock's cup remained untouched. John set down his cup on the tray and stretched out his arms above himself pushing all the stiffness from last night's activities from his body. Pushing back the covers, John got out of bed and began to find clothes for the day ahead.

"I'm going to go to the shop we are low on supplies, want to come?" asked John while hopping on the spot trying to put trousers on.

"If I must" Sherlock blankly replied.

Sherlock sauntered out of the bedroom and down to his room to get dressed. He would rather of stayed in bed with John or even taken a case below a 7 rating than go to the shops. But if John was there to suffer the bores of everyday life, than that was just fine.

Both men strode down the street in the direction of the local supermarket. They entered the overly bright shop, John grabbed a basket and began to wonder down the aisles in search of what to have for dinner. Sherlock tagged behind John much like a stroppy child who had been denied sweets. John ignored Sherlock pouting and continued shopping. As John was deciding between pasta and chicken he heard someone else who wasn't Sherlock call his name.

"John. John" announced Jeanette. John turned to where she was stood.

"Oh hello Jeanette, how have you been?" asked John in an attempt to be civil to his ex-girlfriend.

"Fine thanks, did get my text?" inquired Jeanette, gently smiling.

"No I didn't. What did it say?" asked John with a hint of confusion.

"If you wanted to go for a drink really" answered Jeanette fluttering her eyelashes at John as if that would make him agree easily.

Panic rose up in Sherlock. Sherlock quickly wandered off down a different part of the shop leaving John with his ex. Sherlock realised what aisle he had walked down. Sherlock grabbed some items from the shelves and ran back to John.

"John I didn't know what type of brand lube you wanted so I got both" stated Sherlock.

John's face quickly turned red as he blushed. Jeanette was stunned into silence glancing between the two men. Sherlock continued to make the situation awkward.

"John I was thinking that we could get some chocolate body paint for tonight as well?"

"Sherlock stop talking" replied John staring daggers at Sherlock.

"Wait you two are together, together now?" asked Jeanette. Sherlock answered before John could.

"Yes. John loves having sex with me, not surprising really when you look at the dull women he has been with before" Sherlock blurted out before his mind could stop him.

Looking shocked Jeanette huffed, turned and walked away from her ex. Least she was gone now.

"For fucks sake Sherlock don't state the obvious. You deleted that text didn't you? That's it Sherlock no sex for a week!" shouted John just as he realised they were arguing in their local shop.

Sherlock stayed silent for once, staring at the floor. John strolled down the rest of the aisle, not even looking at what he was putting in the basket. He went to pay, he just wanted to get out of the shop and go home.

As he paid John noticed Sherlock gently tip-toe towards him. Sherlock made no attempt to talk to John, he was still brooding from being shouted at in the middle of the shop. However he did pack the bags as John pulled out his wallet to pay for the shopping. Sherlock carried the bags home hoping this would make John happier and lift the sex ban.

As they entered the flat Sherlock put the shopping away while John flopped onto the sofa, still angry at Sherlock's actions.

Sherlock came back into the living room to talk to John.

"John I'm ever so sorry for what I did. I was jealous when I read that text. There was a part of me that thought that you may of thought twice about being with me if a woman tried to come onto you" whispered Sherlock with his head hung low.

There was a part of John that twinged when Sherlock said he thought John wouldn't want him just because some piece of skirt came along. How wrong the great Sherlock could be.

"Sherlock when I say that you are everything to me and that I love you, I actually mean it. But that doesn't give you right to go though my things. As I said before, no sex for a week. Hopefully you will learn you lesson" replied John staring straight at Sherlock.

Sherlock nodded as a reply then walked out the room to his room, shutting the door behind him.

It was now early evening and John hadn't heard a peep out of Sherlock, not even so much of a 'I'm bored John'. John decided to check on his partner. Knocking on the door first, John turned the handle to enter the room. Sherlock was asleep under his bed covers. John observed Sherlock face. His pale face was in stark contrast to the red puffy eyes; he had been crying. John bent down to stroke Sherlock hair. The detective stirred, blinking to clear the sleepiness. Sherlock focused on John.

"I'm sorry for being so hard on you, Sherlock"

John engulfed Sherlock into a hug, kissing the side of his neck while paying with his hair. Sherlock clung to John harder. Sherlock wasn't crying at being shouted at by John, he was crying because he felt he had betrayed John by going behind his back.

John climbed into the bed with Sherlock, not letting go of him.

Sorry if there are any mistakes.
As requested jealous Sherlock!

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