A/N: Hey all. First of I'd like to thank my lovely reviewers KL08, Sendai, and Johnlocked1895. Hearing back what you guys think is what fuels my desire to continue.
I've had a good week writing wise, despite forgetting my case notes at my mother's place. I have finally decided to make Thursdays my update day. *gasp* I know, you no longer have to wonder will this be the day she updates?
Well I won't keep you any longer; without further ado, chapter 6.
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock, those are the creations of Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and most importantly Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It's their sandbox and I'm just playing in it.
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Sherlock had spent a frustrating day at St. Barts. The bodies hardly told him more than the autopsy reports could. Molly's observations are getting better. Only way I can solve this is if the killer strikes again. Sherlock started retreating into his mind palace as he trudged up the stairs into 221b. However he was met with a surprise when he opened the door. The flat was dim save for a few of candles. Sherlock looked in the kitchen and saw a table cleaned off and set for two.
"John" Sherlock called out while taking his coat off. John had just finished changing and came down from his room to find Sherlock looking contemplatively at the romantic dinner he had set up after work. Sherlock hears John enter the room and turned around.
"You didn't have to do this" Sherlock said with a smile. John returned the smile and pulled the plates of food he had been keeping warm in the oven out setting them on the table.
"I know, but I wanted to."
John sat down and gestured for Sherlock to join him. Sherlock sat down and they both started eating.
"How was your day, did you find anything more about the case?"
"No, and it's extremely frustrating. On the other hand Molly's observations are getting better, there was little that she overlooked."
"It's a byproduct of working with you. You make others want to see what you see and thus they pay more attention to their surroundings."
"I suppose..." Sherlock said contemplatively.
They continued to eating, chatting sparingly, soaking in the company of the other. When they were done Sherlock cleared their plates.
"Sherlock, you don't have to do that."
"I know but I want to" Sherlock said over his shoulder with a smile as he started to clean the dishes.
John got up walked over to Sherlock and wrapped his arms around the taller man's waist. He stretched up and gave Sherlock a kiss on his cheek, then rested his chin on Sherlock's shoulder, watching the other man do the dishes.
Sherlock hummed his contentment; he loved how close John was. As he scrubbed the plates, Sherlock felt John kiss his neck a few times before he was sucking, licking and nipping the skin at the base of his neck.
Sherlock tried to concentrate on the task he rarely ever did, but John's mouth on his skin was too distracting. He set the plate and sponge in the sink, closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, giving John more access to his neck.
"John"
John hummed, but continued his actions. Sherlock took a deep breath in through his nose, his hands gripping the edge of the sink.
"If you keep doing that, I will be forced to retaliate."
John smiled slyly and looked up at Sherlock his eyes smoldering.
"Maybe that was my plan."
Sherlock peeked one eye open to look at John. The corner of his mouth quirked upward. With a gracefully swift movement, Sherlock turned the faucet off and spun around to face John, gripping his hips firmly. John blinked and grabbed on to Sherlock's upper arms as he was walked backwards toward the couch. John had been so mesmerized by Sherlock, that when his calves hit the front of the couch, John fell down on to the couch taking Sherlock with him. Sherlock chuckled against John's chest, which started shaking from John failing to contain his own fit of giggles.
Sherlock shifted up John and gave him a soft kiss. John leaned up into the kiss, closing his eyes and breathing in Sherlock. Sherlock carded his hand through John's hair as John opened his mouth. Sherlock took the silent invitation and explored the other man's mouth with his tongue. They continued to kiss tenderly, their lips and tongues moving in sync, the taste of the other intoxicating. They were starting to run out of air when Sherlock's mobile buzzed in his trouser pocket.
Sherlock broke the kiss with a groan, as he dug his phone out of his pocket and answered it with a quick glance.
"Lestrade this better be good."
Greg noted the annoyance in Sherlock's tone.
"Am I interrupting something?"
Sherlock was gazing down at John, his free hand cupping John's face and running his thumb over the doctor's lips. He shivered as he felt John's fingers ghosting over his spine.
"Yes, now what do you want? Or did you just call to be an annoying arse?"
The DI ignored the insult.
"Another body has turned up. I thought you'd be interested in looking at it for yourself, but if you're busy I'll just have Anderson pack it up and you can look at it at St Bart's."
Sherlock's hand froze for a second, and then he was untangling himself from John and walking over to where he left his coat.
"Don't let that idiot touch the body until I get there."
Sherlock could hear Lestrade smirking through the phone.
"I'll text you the location." With that, Greg hung up. Sherlock slipped his phone back into his pocket and shrugged into his coat. He was putting on his scarf when he looked over to John sitting up on the couch and sighed.
John could see the conflicting wants in Sherlock's eyes. He smirked and stood up, strolling over to his own coat. He put it on, took the few steps to where the genius was standing, and gave him a peck on the lips.
"You didn't think you were going to leave without me"
Sherlock's phone pinged with the text from Lestrade. Sherlock smiled at John as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.
"I wouldn't dream of it."
He opened the text and memorized the address with a glance, putting his phone away a few seconds later. He walked behind John as they left the flat. As soon as they were outside, Sherlock hailed a taxi, gave the driver the location of the crime scene, and they were off to look at the new body.
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