Author's Note:
I am glad you guys are still around and reading this series, despite the delay between stories. I would appreciate any input on the story, so please review?
Sherlock nodded slowly. "Sure, if that is what he wants then that is what we will do." He moved close to John again, his face pressing into his husband's shoulder.
Thomas nodded. He actually liked the movie even if he had seen it a few times since Amy had gotten it as a birthday present.
John smiled a bit and held Sherlock close to him, dropping his head to press his nose into his husband's hair. "I love you," he whispered softly as he tangled their legs together. They hadn't had moments like this in a rather long time and he didn't want to move now. He heard the telly on in the living room but decided to keep himself snuggled close to Sherlock. "You are fantastic."
Amy moved slightly and then cuddled next to her brother with a yawn. Within minutes of the movie starting she has fallen asleep curled against Thomas.
"I am amazing and perfect." The words were mumbled and halfhearted. Sherlock stayed pressed into John's shoulder. The contact was nice and welcomed. "Missed this."
There. Now Amy was asleep. Thomas kept the movie on but didn't really watch. The door to his parents room closed but no noises could be heard. That was good at least.
"Mmm, that didn't sound much like the Sherlock I know and love," John whispered as he pulled his husband closer. They'd had a rough couple of months and all he wanted to do was hold Sherlock and comfort him until everything was fixed. "I've got you," he murmured gently into Sherlock's hair.
Sherlock managed a small smile even though John couldn't see it right now. "I know you do Love. You always do." He finally shifted and moved his head so he could kiss his husband on the lips. "Love you," he whispered behind the kiss. He moved a hand up to run through John's hair. It was short again. Probably for the vacation or maybe simply because his husband preferred it that way to begin with.
John returned the kiss and pulled away with a sheepish smile, his eyes glancing up. "I got my hair cut because even Amy commented on how long it was getting. It might look fantastic on you but it isn't really my style," he whispered as he moved a hand and ran it through his husband's hair in return. "I love you so much," he added as he met Sherlock's gaze. "Don't you ever forget that."
"Like your hair long," Sherlock mumbled with a fake pout. "Do you think short hair would look good on me?" He had never considered it before. He couldn't remember a time it wasn't long, curly and unruly. Admittedly, he had initially grown it out to piss off his father and had actually grown to like it that way so he had kept it. The Old Man threw a fit of course. He was never sure if it was because his father was a strict military man or a control freak. Maybe both. Well, there he went again. Getting lost in his head.
John was mid-reply before he noticed Sherlock was lost in his head. "Look at you wandering off again," he said with a soft smile as he ran his thumb over his husband's cheekbone. "Don't get lost," he whispered happily. "I don't want to lose you, dear, because I was talking about your hair." A soft laugh escaped his chest and he gave his husband a quick kiss. "It is your hair but I think Amy might dislike the change."
"Sorry, I was trying to remember if I had ever had short hair. Maybe when I was really young, I think." Sherlock shrugged a bit. "I don't think I will, so for now I am safe from Baby Girl's wrath." He laughed a bit, pressing closer to John more even though their bodies were pretty well intertwined together already. "You know, we will have to get up sooner or later to make the children dinner." He didn't move from his spot on the bed though. He was too comfortable right now.
John smiled warmly and tightened his arm around his husband without a second thought. "That's good, I rather fancy your hair being long," he whispered before he remembered dinner. God, he didn't want to get up. They were getting to snuggle and hold each other. "I am aware that we've got young children to feed but they are watching a movie, I can hear it," he said with a soft laugh as he started a slow kiss.
Sherlock smirked a bit. "I know. We have a bit. It is why I haven't moved yet." He returned the kiss, a small soft moan coming from him as he pressed into John eagerly. At this rate he wondered if he was going to get another hard on. His husband could always turn him on rather easily. The kisses, being pressed close, the conversation...it was all just so wonderful.
After several moments John pulled back, taking a deep breath before he dropped his head and started placing soft kisses on his husband's neck. "You're going to get another erection, aren't you?" He whispered with a quick, soft laugh as his mouth moved to Sherlock's collarbones. He sucked at the skin there gently as he tried to mark the man in at least one place.
"Can't help it. You are just so bloody adorable and..." Sherlock trailed off with another moan. Yes, he was certainly getting hard again. He pressed his erection against John with a whimper. It had been awhile since he had gotten hard again so quickly. Their honeymoon were they had shagged each other senseless multiple times a day was the last time he could remember.
Sometimes he forgot how much younger Sherlock was compared to him until things like this happened. John glanced between them with a soft smile, not hiding the fact that he was a bit proud. He'd done that, made his husband hard again. "Look at that," he whispered before disappearing under the blanket. One hand gently pushed at his husband's hip to make him lay on his back and after several moments of being still he moved and slowly took as much of Sherlock into his mouth as he could.
Oh God. His hand twisted into the sheets as soon as he felt John's mouth on his cock. Self-control. The children were in the living room. He would have to be quieter than before. Sherlock bit down on his lip to muffle the next moan that came out. "John..." He muttered, trying not to squirm too much.
Probably not the best idea with their kids in the room next to them but John couldn't care. He wanted to spoil his husband just a bit. He hummed around Sherlock's erection, starting to bob his head, only pausing to move one hand to hold the blanket above his head just a bit so it wouldn't hold him down. His head pulled up slightly so he could swirl his tongue over his husband's head, sucking at it happily.
Sherlock let out a whimper and he couldn't help but buck up into John's mouth. It was hard to stay still with his husband's wonderful mouth on him right now. His fingers tangled themselves further and got even tighter in the sheets. Quiet. He needed to keep quiet. Why had it been so easy before? Now it felt impossible.
John let out a small gag before gently pulling his mouth back, trying to take a deep breath before he continued. It took him a moment to calm himself down before he started bobbing his head again. The hand holding the blanket up dropped and he moved it to rest on his husband's stomach, gently scratching at the skin there since he knew Sherlock would enjoy it.
Fuck. Had he just made John gag? His thoughts were dispelled quickly from the scratching. His husband was making it hard to stay quiet but it all felt so wonderful. He forced himself to stay still and mostly quiet, the occasional muffled moan still managing to escape his lips.
For a long moment John was worried the kids were going to hear them but Sherlock was managing to keep himself quiet. He lowered his mouth again, gagging just a bit and then pulling back. Before long his hand moved to start working the part of his husband's cock that he couldn't reach, occasionally humming to try and help his husband out.
Sherlock continued to try and be quiet and keep still. Eventually he came, his teeth pressing down into his bottom lip until it started bleeding so he wouldn't moan too loud during his climax. "John..." He muttered, as he licked his lips to rid himself of the blood. His body relaxed and his fingers disentangled from the sheets.
John smiled as he swallowed everything, slowly moving out from under the blanket and wincing a bit when he saw some of the blood. "Sorry," he whispered as he grabbed a corner of the sheet and pressed it gently against his husband's bottom lip. "Couldn't help myself at all and you were just...God, you are so amazing," he said with a small laugh as he placed a quick kiss on Sherlock's cheek.
"You were the one who did all the work Love and I am fine." Sherlock smiled as he curled back into John. Probably shouldn't. They did have children who needed fed after all. Yet here they were, still in their bedroom snuggling. They were terrible parents, weren't they?
"Like doing all the work sometimes if I get to watch you lose control," John whispered with a smile before shifting a bit and glancing at the clock in their room. "I love you and all but I must get up to cook dinner. Stir fry tonight," he said with a grin as he gave his husband a quick kiss before sliding out of bed and pulling on his boxers and a pair of pajama pants.
Sherlock groaned at the loss of contact from John. Right. He got up off the bed as well and got dressed in his usual attire. Even though it was warmer outside now, he still liked to wear his suit. Was he going to have to dress weird while on vacation? Probably. He wasn't very hungry but he hadn't been eating much lately, less than usual even for him. It would make his husband happy at least.
"I know we might have at least one sleeping child," John said as he gently opened the door and smiled at his husband. "And from the thick Scottish accent Thomas is being treated to 'Brave' again. Go keep him company, he'll probably need it," he whispered as he gave his husband one last kiss before turning and heading into the kitchen to start dinner.
The door opening made Amy gently open her eyes, squirming slightly against her brother and glancing at the telly. Halfway through the movie. "'Mas, is you's awake?"
Sherlock nodded and walked out into the living room. Thomas didn't actually seem to be watching the movie and little Sandi was just waking up. He sat down in his chair and as usual Hamish found his way onto his lap. He began petting the cat, staying quiet for now.
Thomas looked at the door to his parent's bedroom when it opened and then down at Amy. "Yeah, Sis I'm awake. Dada is making dinner. It will be time to eat soon."
Amy let out a small whimper as she stretched, glancing into the kitchen to watch John cook for a moment before sliding off of the couch. "You's is a comfortable, 'Mas," she declared as she made her way over to Sherlock. "Hi, Papa," she said as she climbed into his lap, instantly cuddling with Hamish and grinning as she pressed her face into the cat's back.
Sherlock smiled down at little Sandi. "Hi Baby Girl." Hamish purred loudly and butted his head against Amy's.
Thomas climbed off the couch and walked into the kitchen. "Dad...how come you and Daddy aren't afraid of flying after one crashing while in it?"
Amy giggled happily as she held on to Hamish a little tighter. "'Mish, yous is silly," she whispered before looking up at Sherlock. "Hi Papa. We gets to go on vacation tomorrow!" Her face was bright with excitement. "Does we gets to take 'Mish with us?"
John glanced down at Thomas with a small frown before making sure the food was cooking like it needed to. "Well Thomas, because planes don't crash all that often so I know there's no reason to be scared," he explained as he cut up some bits of chicken before tossing them in the sizzling pan on the stove. "And because sometimes you just need to face your fears."
Sherlock shook his head. "No Baby Girl. Mrs. Hudson is going to take care of Hamish." He hadn't even considered trying to take the cat with them. He doubted the feline would enjoy it anyway.
"Oh..." Thomas dropped his gaze to the floor. That didn't really make him feel any better. "Will I stop being afraid of aeroplanes then?" He looked back up to his Dad hopefully.
"Oh." Amy looked down at Hamish and smiled just a bit. "Then yous is gonna sleep with me t'night, 'Mish. I loves you," she said with a smile as she pressed her forehead against the top of the cat's head. She gently moved closer to Sherlock's stomach as she did so.
John made sure the food was cooking before crouching down and running a hand through Thomas' hair. "It might. You are a very strong young man and I think you will be just fine. You're as strong as Daddy and he isn't afraid at all." The smile on his face was gentle as he simply rubbed his thumb across the boy's cheekbone.
Sherlock watched little Sandi interact with the cat in silence. Hamish continued to purr loudly and then licked Amy's nose with its small, rough tongue.
Thomas shook his head. "I'm not brave like Daddy. He isn't afraid of anything. I'm afraid of a lot of things." He dropped his head again, staring down at the floor.
Amy stared intently at Hamish and then looked up at Sherlock, her blue eyes wide in curiosity. "So's tomorrow we's is gonna go away from London?" She asked softly as she continued to hold on to the cat. "What's is Americas like, Papa? Is it big?"
John tilted his head a bit a smiled warmly. "Daddy is afraid of lots of things, Thomas, I can promise you that. But he is also a grave, strong man just like you." He placed a kiss on the boy's forehead and pulled him into a gentle hug. "We'll get you through this."
"It is very big Baby Girl." Mycroft had a contact in America for a car to be ready for them. It would save a lot money than having a rental. "We are going to see a lot of places. Do you want me to show you?" Sherlock was certain they had a map around the flat somewhere.
Thomas relented with a slow nod even though he didn't agree to what his Dad said. "Okay." He darted out of the kitchen and upstairs to write in his journal in hopes it would make him feel better.
"Bigger than London?" Amy asked as she let go of Hamish and sat up a bit to study her Papa. "A'cause London is really bigs and I doesn't think anything can be bigger than London." She nodded as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. "I wants to see how big Americas is."
John sighed and watched Thomas run upstairs, turning back to cooking dinner. Maybe that worked but either way he knew he would be talking to Thomas before bed to discuss if the boy wanted something to help him sleep through the flight.
"Much bigger. Let me find the map and show you." Sherlock picked up little Sandi, stood up and placed her over on the couch. He looked around the living room a bit and finally found an atlas. He sat down next to Amy and opened it up. "See. All of this is America." He outlined the United States with his finger.
Amy inspected the open book curiously before tilting her head to the side. "Yeahs but that doesn't looks super big. How big is London?" She looked up at her Papa with a yawn, scooting closer to him. "Waits...where's is we all gonna go visit? Can you points them out on the map?"
Right. Amy didn't realize the map wasn't to scale. Should he try to explain it? Little Sandi might be too young to understand. Sherlock began pointing out cities. "New York City, Chicago, Las Vegas, Los Angeles. And a bunch of other places Sweetie." There wasn't a set route really. Just wherever they felt like going.
Amy followed the path that Sherlock pointed out, tilting her head a bit to the left and then shift to point right in the middle of the map. "We's is gonna skip over all that?" She asked softly as she looked at the words written across the page. "Ohio? What's there, Papa?" She looked up at him expectantly.
"We will be driving through a lot of places and stop along the way." Ohio? Sherlock took a moment to recollect everything he knew about that state. "Well, it is a big place. Mostly flat with a lot of farms. I am sure we will see a lot of cows and horses if we go through it." He had decided to tell little Sandi about things she would probably understand the best and not just the random things about it. Like population. Crime rate, in particular murder.
"Cows?" Amy's eyes lit up and she bounced just a bit in next to Sherlock, looking back at the map. "I readed 'bout cows once," she explained with a grin before looking back at the map. It was hard to determine where one place ended and another began. The lines were all so different. "What's this place, Papa?" She pointed at Florida and traced it slowly with her finger.
"That is the state of Florida Baby Girl. It gets very hot there in the summer, especially the further south you go. You can go fishing or swimming in the ocean. We probably won't go there this year. America is a very big place and we won't have time to see it all, just some of the places." He refrained on telling her about alligators in the Ever Glades, since it would probably just scare her.
"Oh, okay," Amy said with a small nod. After a moment she glanced up at her Papa, studying him before climbing into his lap. How could she just sit beside him? It was far better to sit in Papa's lap. "Has you ever been to Americas, Papa?" Her head fell back to rest on his chest so she could look up at his face. "A'cause I wants to tell everybody that I gots to go." There was a long pause before she spread her hand out on the map and let out a soft sigh. "Can we's send pictures to Gramma in Heaven?"
"Yes, a long time a go before I met Dada. I used to take a couple cases there every now and then." Sherlock frowned a bit at the last question. How the hell was he supposed to answer that? No? Heaven isn't real? People don't go anywhere after death? Well, he didn't believe in any of that rubbish anyway. He was over thinking this, wasn't he? "I don't know Baby Girl. Maybe."
"Dada says that she's is up in Heaven with Mummy," Amy said softly, a ghost of a smile on her face. "And that they's is watching over all of us and keepings us safe," she added as her voice dropped to a whisper. She shifted slightly in Sherlock's lap and relaxed further against him with a small yawn. "So's you was in Americas while Dada was fighting the bad guys?"
Did John actually believe in that kind of thing? He honestly didn't know the answer to that. Shouldn't he after being married for four years? Right. Little Sandi was asking more questions. Sherlock looked down at Amy. "Yes, Dada was away at war. That was long time ago. Before I had ever met him." It had seemed like a long time ago anyway. Another lifetime.
Amy studied the map for a few more silent moments before she heard John's call from the kitchen for dinner. "Dinner, Papa!" She said as she eagerly slid from his lap and haphazardly dashed into the kitchen. It was by far her favorite time of the day because she always got a cup of tea with dinner, it never failed. She climbed into her own chair with ease, waiting patiently for everybody to sit down before starting to eat.
John moved slowly into the living room, bending at the waist to give Sherlock a quick kiss. "Showing little Miss Amy where we plan on going, then?" He asked as he eyed the map with a small smile. "You are very good at keeping her entertained, only one in the family that can do it."
Sherlock smirked and shrugged. "It is because I am amazing and perfect. I'm surprised you haven't caught onto this yet." The smirk got bigger as he stood up. He put the map away, went into the kitchen, sat down in his chair and began eating.
Thomas had just finished up writing in his journal when he had heard the call for dinner. He came downstairs slowly and ate, even though he wasn't feeling very hungry.