Author's Note:
I really am trying to update more frequently. Thank you for being patient with me.
"Just like her," John replied softly as he gazed at his husband and grinned. "I couldn't ask for a better man to call my husband. I think that everybody around you has seen what an amazing person she molded you into." And that much was true only because it was obvious that Siger did nothing when it came to his son. "You have even managed to raise two children and make them rather fantastic members of society."
Sherlock smirked. "She was a pretty amazing lady," he admitted quietly. He hadn't really talked about her since she had died. It wasn't as hard as he thought it would be. "We've managed to raise two children fantastically." He gave John's hand another squeeze as he pulled the car into the parking garage. He finally turned to face his husband and leaned to give John a kiss on the lips, he had only meant to make it quick but he let his lips linger instead.
That lingering kiss made John smile like an idiot, easily returning it before pulling away with a soft laugh. "And you were all the luckier for knowing her and getting to call her your mum," he whispered as his free hand lifted up and ran through Sherlock's hair. "Don't you ever forget that." He turned and looked at the children, studying them both intently before moving to get out. "If they don't wake up by the time we are in the room we can just lay them down for bed and have them wash up later," he whispered as he opened the back door and gently picked Thomas up.
Sherlock got out of the car and got little Sandi out of the back seat, carefully, so as not to wake their daughter. She needed the nap after today's long activities. He took the lift up with John, opting for silence so neither child would wake up. Once they were on their floor he let them into their room and moved over to the children's bed so he could put down Amy.
John followed after his husband, gently laying Thomas down next to Amy and grinning at their son. After a tough day he was happy to simply be back in the hotel and relax. With a sigh he sat back on their bed and stretched with a smile, looking up at his husband before yawning. "I am exhausted," he said with a chuckle as he kicked his shoes off. "Fancy a bit of snuggling?"
Once Sherlock was sure the children were down and settled in bed he looked to John with a smirk. "Of course I do." He slipped off his shoes and stripped down to the boxers he was wearing, his husband's really but he liked wearing them anyway. He got into the bed and snuggled in with John when his husband was ready.
Snuggling with Sherlock was one thing that would always manage to calm him down. "I love you," he whispered as his arms wrapped around his husband. It was one of the most relaxing things he could think of doing. Just the feeling of skin against skin was familiar enough to make him close his eyes and grin. "And my boxers are far too big for you," he added with a soft chuckle.
Sherlock nestled his head onto John's shoulder, a hand resting on his husband's stomach. "I love you too." He smirked a bit. "I don't care. I like wearing them anyway. They are rather comfortable. I have entertained the idea of getting my own but it just wouldn't be the same."
John relaxed even more. Despite the fact that they were in the same room as their children he felt like they were back to the beginning of their relationship. Back then they had been beyond close and laying with Sherlock only reminded him that their marriage was strong and that he had an absolutely amazing husband. "You are still absolutely amazing at snuggling," he whispered as one hand moved to scratch gently between Sherlock's shoulder blades.
Sherlock only smirked bigger. "Of course I am. I had a rather good teacher." He turned his head and lifted it a bit so he could give John a quick kiss on the lips. He let his head drop back into place, content to just be laying like this with his husband. He began to draw nondescript things on John's stomach. "Remember when you brought me from the hospital after being poisoned and we laid on the couch and I drew on you? Kind of miss that..."
"It was a Rubik's cube," John whispered in return as he took a deep breath and playfully expanded his stomach. Those times had been when they had been completely carefree and he'd loved it. While being a parent had brought more joy into his life than he could ever imagine, he did miss those times when he and Sherlock could simply lay around with each other after returning from the hospital. "I do, too," he whispered in reply. "We were idiots back then, weren't we?"
Sherlock smiled a bit as he continued to trace his finger along John's skin in particular pattern. "What's the expression? 'Young and in love?' I suppose that applied to us. That was the first night we had ever shagged. I didn't know lube mattered so much." The smile turned into a smirk as he reminisced.
John couldn't help but chuckle at that memory. "You were so confused when I went to grab it," he whispered as his free hand lifted up to gently run through the man's hair. "I remember when I just rutted against you on the couch and you couldn't believe what had happened," he added happily. "You asked if it was that amazing every time. Boy did I show you." A cocky grin spread across his face at that.
Sherlock only smirked bigger. "You did, but then I showed you. Quite a few times when we were on a get away in Scotland." He shifted so he could kiss John on the lips again, letting this one linger. He had the strong urge to straddle his husband but he managed to find self control and when the kiss broke he settled for snuggling closer to John.
After the kiss was over John grinned down at the man. Scotland had been almost as great as their honeymoon and when they'd been younger they could be so spontaneous with it. "We've broken two headboards," he whispered as he placed a soft kiss on the man's forehead. "Remember the lighthouse?" They'd managed to make it back alive and he had no idea how.
The lighthouse? Just one of the many places they had almost died and it had been his fault. They had fought and he got lost at sea like an idiot and John had to save his stubborn asrse. His husband had almost drown saving him and then gotten really sick. He sighed. "I try not," he muttered.
"Why? You saved my life." John knew the horrid implications that had come with it but he hardly minded. In the end it had only brought them closer together. In between bouts of fighting his fever he remembered Sherlock by his side, attempting to distract him from those ice baths. Sherlock was the most positive thing in those memories. "You showed me why I married you."
Sherlock shrugged a little. "Yeah. I guess." He didn't like remembering that part of their honeymoon. How he had watched over John and worried over losing his husband. The unwanted memories made him cling to John tighter automatically.
Right. Definitely time to change their thought process. John looked down at Sherlock and placed a kiss against the man's forehead. "How about our wedding?" A pause as a soft blush spread across his cheeks. "When we shagged in that secret passage way in your secret little room? I bloody loved that." He had still been recovering from his shoulder surgeries but it had been absolutely amazing.
Oh good. A change of topic. Sherlock stayed pressed into John tightly though, because it was rather comfortable but his body wasn't tense anymore. "You thought it was romantic. I just wanted you to know I loved you, so I took you to my favorite childhood spot. I guess...that's romantic..."
"Romantic and adorable," John whispered before letting out a soft laugh. "Then we shagged later that night. Then again after you brought me the most delicious fruit salad of my life." There was a pause where he dropped his lips and gave the man a slow kiss. "Except that was the night we ruined your trousers, too. God, was it amazing."
Sherlock smirked and returned the kiss, nipping lightly at John's bottom lip before pulling away. "Remember the first time I used the riding crop on you? Or when you sucked my dick in the alleyway in the middle of a role play? Remember our first role play? It was on our honeymoon. You had brought your uniform and you were very dashing and demanding." He smirked again and moved to kiss his husband once more.
Oh, those had been fantastic. John eagerly returned the kisses, exhaling shakily against his husband's nose. It wasn't best to keep talking or he might get an erection without the need for his pills. After a moment he pulled away, gazing at his husband with a soft smile. "It was perfect, just like you." And every time before that and since then. Their sex life certainly wasn't lacking.
Sherlock was fighting the urge to straddle John. He couldn't. Not with the children next to them. There was still things in New York they could do but damn it. They were going to D.C. tomorrow. Maybe that was selfish. He just really wanted to shag his husband. "Perfect and amazing," he corrected automatically with a smirk.
John chuckled and ducked to bury his face into the blankets. Without a care he pulled the man closer, starting a slow, long kiss that he couldn't help. Sherlock was there, he was amazingly attractive, and he wanted the man to know that. When he needed to breathe he pulled away. "How dare I forget one. Maybe you'll have to punish me tomorrow when we've got our own hotel room."
Sherlock smirked and tried not to whimper or make any noise. Damn it. He shouldn't be surprised but he was hard now. He shifted his hips away from John a bit, hoping his husband wouldn't notice. "Yes, that would be good. Very good indeed." Shit. He was squirming now, thoughts running rampant with how he was going to 'punish' John tomorrow.
"You're hard," John whispered as he ran a hand through his husband's hair. Sometimes he envied Sherlock's youth simply because the man could get hard at the slightest things. "D'you want to go to the bathroom? I could suck you off if you really wanted." It was something he hadn't done in a while and, hopefully, the kids would be asleep long enough for him to pleasure his husband.
"I'll be fine," Sherlock mumbled. He just needed to calm down. Still his raging thoughts about shagging John. Maybe he would go to the bathroom later but right now he just wanted to stay snuggled against his husband. He tried to scoot his hard on away from John some more though.
"Oh, I've seen it before," John whispered as he gently pulled Sherlock closer. He felt the head of his husband's erection rub gently against his thigh but it didn't bother him. The last thing he wanted was for the man to be further away and so he quickly solved that problem himself. "I love you," he whispered as he placed a soft kiss on Sherlock's forehead. "Now think about the absolute worst thing possible," he explained with a devilish grin. "Such as your brother kissing Greg."
Sherlock snorted. "My brother and his activities with Gregory doesn't bother me. Did I ever tell you about the time when they were on our couch? I just sat down in the chair and watched. It didn't do anything for me sexually but it didn't bother me either." A slight shrug. "Guess it was my way of paying back Mycroft for all the times he bugged our flat."
John just chuckled and and pulled his husband closer, giving the man a quick kiss. "I just wanted to help, I feel horrid for working you up like I did." Sometimes he forgot how easy it really was to make Sherlock hard. The man was still younger than him and he needed to remember that. "I am also never sitting on that couch again," he whispered as he ignored the information about the flat being bugged.
Sherlock smirked. "The couch is fine. They didn't even get off. Apparently me watching them bothered them." The smirk got bigger. "And you are fine my dear doctor. I added to the conversation and when you mentioned being alone in the next hotel, my imagination got a little carried away."
John grinned happily and gave his husband a soft, slow kiss. With them being so close he just couldn't help himself. His husband was far too attractive for his own good. "I love you," he whispered when he pulled away. "And you are absolutely amazing. Perfect and amazing." With a slow nod he moved to tangle their legs together without a care.
"Now you are just being a tease." Sherlock smirked, tangling himself further in John anyway. "I love you too." He leaned up and gave his husband another kiss on the lips. He was certainly going to have to go to the restroom later on. But right now he was showering John with attention and was rather enjoying being close to his husband like this so he would wait.
"Oi," John whispered as Sherlock moved further apart. The snuggling was something he had rather been enjoying but apparently that wasn't going to be happening. Simply being close to his husband was good enough so he just smiled and let himself relax back on the mattress. "I love teasing you, it's fantastic. Not too many people can say that they can tease the almighty Sherlock Holmes."
"I let you tease me because you are just so adorable." Sherlock smirked. "Makes it hard to resist your charming ways. Not that I want to." Another smirk and leaned in for another kiss.
John just return the kiss without commenting on Sherlock's little pet name, chuckling into the kiss as he slowly pulled away. "You are all about snogging this afternoon, aren't you?" Not that he was complaining because his husband was an absolutely fantastic kisser.
"So what if I am? You like it." Sherlock smirked bigger behind the kiss and started another. "I can't wait to shag you tomorrow." His hard on still there, was proof of that. He wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to go without taking caring himself or go mad with sexual frustration.
How could he not like it? Sherlock knew exactly how to turn him to mush by just kissing him and it was absolutely fantastic. John ran a hand gently down his husband's side, counting the ribs as he did so. They definitely needed to stop before Thomas woke up because the boy probably wouldn't talk to them for hours if he saw them. He slowly pulled away and took a deep breath. "My husband," he whispered.
Sherlock smirked. "Sorry," he muttered. "Think I might...go take care of this..." He gave John a quick kiss on the cheek before he disentangled himself from his husband. Having been rather worked up before going into the bathroom, it didn't take long to get himself off despite not really trying. He didn't want do it too hard or fast, least he make noise. This way he could be quiet. He washed his hands afterward and moved back to the bed to snuggle with John.
While Sherlock was gone in the bathroom John simply relaxed on the bed, eyes shut as the silence of the hotel took over him. Before long his husband was back and he just smiled. "That was fast," he teased gently, tangling their legs together yet again. This time he knew he wouldn't be pushed away. He turned and pulled the man close, letting out a slow sigh as his body relaxed even more. "'M gonna sleep, you tired?"
Sherlock snorted but snuggled into John some more the moment his husband tangled them up. "Not really. You can sleep if you want. I'll be here when you wake up and then we can get ready to move onto the next city."
Last day in New York City. John opened one eye to study his husband for a long moment, running a hand through the man's hair. "All right," he whispered. "Just wake me up if they do. You shouldn't have to handle two children on your own." With one last kiss he let himself fall asleep. It was clear he was exhausted because before long he was snoring softly into his husband's hair.
Sherlock smiled when John fell asleep. He wasn't sure if the children would wake up or not. It was possible, since they had gone to bed earlier than usual or maybe running around in the park and the incident in the pond had worn them out. They might be able to get an early start in the morning though. That would be good.
After only two hours of sleep John slowly woke up, glancing first at the children. Still asleep which meant the sun was still down. They would probably sleep until morning. He yawned and then glanced down at his husband with a smile. "Maybe I wasn't as tired as I thought," he murmured softly, giving his husband a quick kiss. "Did you miss me, then?"
Confusion etched his face. Should he had? John had been next to him the whole time. Sherlock frowned a bit in thought. Was he just over thinking it? Was it because his husband had been sleeping? What was to miss? John was going to notice his silence and then where they would be? Would his husband get upset? His brows furrowed deeper together.
Confusion. John looked down at Sherlock for a moment before it dawned on him that his choice of words probably hadn't been best, not with the way Sherlock thought things through. "It was rhetorical," he whispered as he ran a hand through his husband's hair. "A bit of joke, you're fine."
Right. He should have known that. Usually he was better at catching onto things like that, after being with John for so long. "Sorry," Sherlock murmured. He kissed his husband on the lips with a quick peck. "You didn't sleep long." The drive to D.C. would be pretty long, so maybe John would be able to nap and get more rest.
John smiled warmly at his husband and pulled him closer. "You're fine," he whispered softly before giving Sherlock a quick kiss. After that he just studied the man. "Wasn't tired," he said softly. "I just couldn't sleep, I guess. That's what happens sometimes." With that he was quiet, studying the man before starting another slow kiss.
Sherlock returned the kiss, letting it go on for a bit before finally pulling away. "I fear I may be rubbing off on you with my sleeping habits." He smirked at John and curled into his husband some more. He shifted and slid a bit so his head could come to rest on John's chest, an arm draped over his husband's stomach.
John just chuckled, looking down at the man for a long moment before shrugging. "We've been married for quite a while, that might be it," he whispered softly before placing a soft kiss on the man's forehead. "I haven't slept too well the last few nights, you know that." And it was true only because his PTSD had been acting up. "I think once we're back in London I will be just fine. I've had trouble adjusting to the time change, unlike our children." Both Amy and Thomas had managed to adjusting just fine and sleep without a problem in the world.
Sherlock nodded a bit and then a slow smirk found its way to his lips. "I will just have to wear you out tomorrow in D.C. and make sure you sleep soundly." He leaned in to murmur in John's ear. "How does that sound my dear doctor?" He couldn't help himself and let his tongue run along his husband's lobe.
Sometimes John just wanted to pin his husband down to the mattress and make love to him but with the children in the same room he had to control himself. A shiver went up his spine before he finally managed to take a deep breath and reply. "Perfect," he whispered. "We'll have to go slow." If they didn't he knew Sherlock probably wouldn't last too long.
Sherlock couldn't help himself and continued to lick and nibble at John's ear. "We can do that. That would be good," he murmured breathily. He wanted to roll and straddle his husband but he couldn't. The children might wake up and it would be just their luck for something like that to happen.
"Stop," John whispered breathlessly, his chest practically heaving as he gazed at Sherlock. "We have to stop or I am going to pin you to this mattress and fuck you into next week." After a moment a gave his husband a quick kiss, blushing a bit at having to stop their bit of fun. He was keen to go back to just holding his husband.
"Sorry," Sherlock muttered. He hadn't thought John would... He shook his head at himself and kept his thoughts to himself. His husband had been having trouble lately and he was certain John didn't need to be reminded of the fact. He settled for snuggling into his husband once more, head resting on John's chest.
"You are fine," John whispered as he held Sherlock closer. "You might have managed to actually get me hard if you kept up like that," he murmured before turning to press their foreheads together. As he simply gazed at his husband he could do nothing more than grin. "Only you could do that, my love. You're amazing.
"Amazing and perfect. You always seem to forget that part." Sherlock lifted his head to smirk up at John and give his husband a quick kiss on the lips before putting his head back down. He kept their legs tangled together and his arm once more draped over John's stomach.
"Oh, there you go again," John whispered before he heard movement in the bed beside them. Definitely Amy, it was short, and before long there where soft little whimpers from the bed. The typical little child way to get attention. "I need to go pick up our child," he said softly as he turned to face Thomas and Amy's bed. "Amy, baby," he whispered.
"Dada," Amy replied with a little sniff before sitting up and rubbing at her eyes. "I doesn't wants to be alone a'cause what if I falls into a pond again?"
Sherlock sighed but he was just being selfish. Their daughter needed John right now. He peeked over to check on their son. Thomas was still sleeping and he watched as the boy groaned and turned away from the talking voices. He smirked a bit and decided to say in bed for the moment.
After giving Sherlock a quick kiss John stood up and moved to pick her up. "Shhh, Dada is here," he said softly into her ear. Maybe he could her to fall back asleep and he could go back to snuggling with his husband. "No duck ponds here. Just your bed and Thomas. It's the middle of the night, baby girl."
Amy sniffed again and buried her face into John's neck. "I knows," she mumbled as her hands grasped tightly at the back of his neck. "I just doesn't wants to be alone." She knew that Thomas was there but nobody could stop her scary dreams.
Sherlock got an idea and stood up from the bed. He walked to the small kitchen area and began making tea. Proper English tea he had brought with him. Maybe that would help calm little Sandi down. Once it was done, he poured a cup for all three of them. "Baby Girl, Papa made you tea. How does that sound?"
John watched his husband and grinned the moment the cups of tea were brought out. God, the man was a perfect father and all he could do was grin at Sherlock. How did his husband think he was a horrid father? In all honesty he couldn't imagine their children without Sherlock in their lives. "Look at that, Amy," he whispered softly. "Papa made you tea," he repeated in her ear as he ran a hand through her blonde hair, pushing it from her face. As he spoke he moved closer to the table.
Amy pulled her head back from John's neck, gazing up at Sherlock before smiling just a bit. "I likes tea," she whispered as she reached a hand up and was given a cuppa from John. Right away she took a sip, grinning from ear to ear when she realized it was proper tea. "Papa, you snucks this on the aerosplane," she whispered happily.
Sherlock smiled as little Sandi drank the tea. "I sure did Baby Girl." He took a sip of his own cup, rather happy to be drinking tea of his own making than the brews from American restaurants. It wasn't theirs was terrible it just wasn't the same.
John picked up his own mug and took several small sips, smiling as the taste reminded him of home. While their holiday to America was fantastic he couldn't deny that he did miss London just a bit. That was home, after all. After finishing nearly half his glass he was startled to feel Amy rest against his shoulder, her empty mug dangling from her hand as she fell right back asleep. The smile on his face couldn't be hidden at all and he looked at Sherlock proudly. "Way to go, Papa," he whispered.