A/N Thanks again, to Stephanie. Make´s me happy, you like this. And thanks to Galem too, enjoy.
"What? "
"I was asking, if you want some cocoa, Greg." John was barely able to breathe normally. He felt dizzy by the thought, how close he was to kiss Sherlock...kiss his roommate...kiss...kiss him...
"Hell, why not," Lestrade decided. He pulled off his coat and sat down spontaneously to Sherlock and Carys on the floor.
"You don´t wanna tell me, she´s yours, Sherlock, do you?"
Greg grinned and held out his arms. "Are you coming to Uncle Greg? "
Carys looked at Sherlock, first. He nodded.
"Greg is nice, Carys. A bit cumbersome at times, but he's nice."
"Cumbersome? Having your indulgent day, Sherlock? "
Greg laughed, he didn´t take it badly. He knew Sherlock quite a long time and he got accustomed.
"Hello, sweet pie. Look at you. You´re such a cutie. I´d like to have one like you, myself." Greg Lestrade caressed Carys curls, very carefully.
"I still have not received any response from you, Sherlock. But it´s obvious. She has your eyes and your hair."
"Well, maybe I did a sperm donation, a couple of years ago, Detective Inspector. Sometimes you´re lucky and you get to know your kids, you know? "
In the kitchen a curse was heard, then the clink of a cup, falling to the ground.
Carys giggled, "John says bloody hell. "
oOo
" Is everything all right , John? " Sherlock asked, hypocritically. He had noticed, of course, John dropped the cup exactly after the term 'sperm donation'.
With another muttered 'bloody hell' John scooped up the broken pieces together.
" Everything´s fine, Sherlock," John lied. What the ... sperm donation? Would Sherlock do such a thing? John pictured Sherlock, armed with a little container, disappearing in one of this rooms to...John mentally kicked his butt. For a man, constantly claiming, not being gay, his thoughts quite often wandered to Sherlock and his ... John shook his head and poured warm milk into the cocoa powder. Then he stirred carefully.
"Want some cream, Greg?"
"Cream? I´ll prefer some whiskey. What? Sherlock has just claimed to be a sperm donor and I have to watch what I eat. I stopped smoking. Again." He justified himself after a little pause, when he discovered Sherlock's raised eyebrow.
"I did not say anything, Gavin."
"Greg."
"Greg," Sherlock repeated.
John handed Greg the pimped cocoa. "How can we be helpful? Were not that flexible, right now.", John said.
"I see. Honestly, I would rather spend my time with this sweet pie here , than chasing criminals who believe, to be smarter than the police. "
"Apparently they are, otherwise you wouldn´t be here," Sherlock stated unimpressed.
"It's about the break-ins at the jewelers?"
Greg almost choked on his cocoa. "How do...? "
" How do I know that? It´s quite obvious thing, Graham. The last jeweler is purveyor to the Royal Household. So there was an intervention by the highest authority, to investigate these incidents as quickly as possible."
Lestrade nodded and tickled Carys belly. "My Super is threatening me with handling the traffic at Trafalgar Square. I have got the files, if you wanna take a look at it." He handed Sherlock an USB-stick.
"I can take care of Carys, for a while We´ll get along pretty well, do we?"
"Greg´s nice, Sherlock Papa. " She grabbed Sherlock's 'Treasure Island' handed it over to Lestrade.
"Greg reads to Carys?" She looked at Sherlock.
"Sure he does, Carys. Sherlock Papa has to work now."
"John, too? " She wanted to know.
"If John is able, to think clearly again? " Sherlock grinned and John was muttering something that sounded like 'someday I 'll kill you`.
The silence which then prevailed , was only interrupted by Greg, who read Treasure Island with growing enthusiasm and different voices.
"Obviously, George. It is the gem dealer, Bashir Sing "
" Bashir Sing? " Lestrade repeated. "But he´s carrying millions in his briefcase, every day?"
Sherlock closed his laptop. "Well, carrying them around was no longer enough. He is the preferred dealer of all three victims and they trusted him, apparently. And why not, he is their supplier. Your colleagues in New Delhi should check him out. I am sure, they´ll find a few black spots on Mr. Sing's vest. My tip is gambling debts. So traffic of Trafalgar Square has to run without you."
Greg breathed audibly, his Super was giving him hell. A bit reluctantly, he looked at his watch, he now had to go. Lestrade was cuddling his little listener for the last time and stood up.
"Unfortunately, Uncle Greg has to go, Carys. " He said regretfully. "But I´ll be happy, to see her again, Sherlock. Take good care of your little one, I´d be able to snitch her. Thanks for the support. Bye, Carys. " Greg waved while walking.
"Bye Greg," Carys waved back cheerfully and then yawned widely.
"Well, someone is tired," John said. "She´s ready for her afternoon nap, don´t you think, Sherlock?"
The consulting detective nodded. "I take care of it , John. "
oOo
Sherlock disappeared with his 'daughter' into the bedroom and John again thought about this sperm donation. He knew Sherlock lied without even blushing, but in such a thing? On the other hand, it would be too much coincidence, this Miss Hicks should just met him? Him, the unknown father of her child ...
John's thoughts ran amok, what might also be due to the fact, that had put a good-sized dose of Scotland's finest whiskey in his cocoa, too. He sat down on his chair, waiting for Sherlock. He heard him laughing with Carys, his bedroom door was ajar . Sherlock's voice was soft and loving, it caused little shivers running down John 's spine. And then there was this moment in his mind again, before Greg was standing in the doorway. When it almost happened ...
" John? "
No answer.
Sherlock tried it again. He was talking quietly, he didn´t want to wake Carys.
"John? " He glanced at his roommate attentively. John looked, as if he also had a mind palace and at the moment he was completely immersed in it. He just sat on the chair and didn´t answer.
"Will you ever tell me the truth, Sherlock? " John suddenly asked.
"What kind of truth do you mean, John?"
" The truth about Cary, Sherlock. A sperm donation, seriously? It would be an explanation, why you care for her so much. I mean it would be weird, even for you. But it would be an explanation. You became different, since she´s with us, Sherlock. And do not argue with me."
Sherlock raised his hands defensively .
"I would never do that, John. "
"You wouldn´t? "
Sherlock shook his head and sat down on John's chair. "Don´t you know, you are the one who knows me best? The one I dislike to lie to most? "
"So you lie to me?"
" Every now and then, John. If there is no other way. "
"If there is no other way? " John repeated. "Well thank you. " He stood up abruptly and swept Sherlock from the arm rest. With a not so subtle 'thud' Sherlock sat on his butt. John forgot his anger and had to laugh.
"God, Sherlock. If you could see your face, right now.. .Give me your hand, I'll help you up." He stretched out his hand and grabbed Sherlock ... and not 10 seconds later, John was sitting next to him.
"Like I expected," John murmured.
"Where were we before, John? "
" A little while ago? "
"Yes, before Grant so rudely interrupted us. "
" Greg, Sherlock. His name is Greg. "
"Whatsoever. I'm gonna kiss you now, John. "
"Kiss me? Sherlock, that's a stupid idea." , John whispered, barely audible.
Sherlock's lips were now very close, "You afraid, you might like it? "
"I 'm not afraid of anything," John asserted and placed his arm around Sherlock's waist. "Who is the chicken now, Sherlock? " He asked, as Holmes hesitated.
Sherlock's eyes darkened, "Certainly not me, John. "
Then he laid his lips on John's.
John instantly froze. He didn´t expect Sherlock, to go that far. With this coming his way, John tried to scare Sherlock off.
And now?
John breathed hard. Sherlock's lips were so ... so soft and seductive and they gently nibbled on his. Almost automatically, John's grip tightened around Sherlock. He heard Sherlock moan and suddenly found himself under him again. He yanked this damn tight shirt out of Sherlock´s pants and let his hands wander over his back. Sherlock chuckled and kissed John's neck. John held his breath, when he lost his sweater.
"Sherlock. This is crazy. If this is just experiment, then I´m gonna kill you."
"No experiment," Sherlock gasped. "Sleep with me, John."