Cold Obsidian Eyes

by johnsarmylady

London, after Moriarty's attempt to take over the country, is left in the hands of ruthless and power hungry gangs. Sherlock Holmes, scientist, found himself kidnapped, rescued, and dragged into the fight by a stranger and his unusual band of followers. But Sherlock has a secret that could spell death for all of them. An AU told in 221B format. Rated M for later themes.

135. The Morning After

Apologies dear friends that it's taken so long to update - now I'm back from my holiday #2 I hope to finish this beastie :)

Sherlock rolled over, turning his face away from the early morning rays that were trying to burn through his eyelids. He felt sore in ways he hadn't felt since his university days, and remembering the cause stretched a smile across his face.

At the soft sound of an indrawn breath his eyes flickered open, and he looked up into John's tender gaze, his velvety navy blue eyes taking in every facet of Sherlock's satisfied expression.

"Good morning."

"Morning, sleep well?"

Sherlock hummed, a small smile turning up the ends of his kiss ravaged lips.

"Much as expected after my doctor recommended such energetic calisthenics." He cocked an eyebrow at John, who grinned knowingly back. "There may just be a need for payback…."

Leaning down, John captured the younger man's full lower lip, lapping and nibbling at it before sliding his tongue in between Sherlock's teeth to tango with his tongue.

"I'm counting on it." He laughed softly as he pulled away again. "Meanwhile, do you want breakfast in bed? Or would you prefer to sit with me in the kitchen while I prepare us a feast?"

"Just us? What about our guests?"

John rolled himself out of bed, smiling at Sherlock's territorial claim on the flat as theirs.

"They'll be quite a while, if last night was anything to go by."