Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock
As they flopped back against the pillows, Sherlock felt quite warm, like his body was on fire. They'd never done anything quite like that. John had taken charge, just like Sherlock had imagined and they both found it much more pleasurable. John bad barked ordered in his Captain voice, and Sherlock had followed them, eager to please his mate. John rolled over and put his arm around Sherlock softly. It was a thick muscled arm, and Sherlock without looking knew where the scar was on it. Sherlock rolled over so they were facing each other. "I liked that." John smiled as he put one arm under Sherlock's head and laced his fingers into the man's curls.
"Me too." Sherlock said softly as he laced his arms around John's spare one and pressed close to his boyfriend. There was the soft buzzing that meant Sherlock was getting a text but neither of them wanted to move. They just wanted to savor the moment. As John's eyes drifted shut Sherlock deftly reached over and plucked his phone from the pile they'd left on the floor.
From: DI
U got ur wish -Lestrade
To: DI
On ur own phone now -SH
From: DI
How is it that u kno when My and i r together? -Lestrade
To: DI
U txt from the same phone -SH
From: DI
I meant TOGETHER -Lestrade
From: British Government
Gregory is upset because you always text us when we are in the throws of passion. Please refrain from doing so in the future. -MH
To: British Government
Put ur phone on silent -SH
To: DI
Weres the body? -SH
From: British Government
I shouldn't have to put my phone on silent. You have your own goldfish to entertain you. Refrain from annoying mine or he will stop engaging me in throws of passion. If you make me loose my passion with Gregory i will send you to America. -MH
From: DI
I sent a car 4 u and John -Lestrade
To: DI
John nd I will have 2 dress.
To: British Government
America? Of all places? -SH
From: DI
I did not need that image Sherlock! -Lestrade
From: British Government
If you bother Gregory or me, whilst we are in the throes of passion, one more time, I'll make sure John doesn't have sex with you for a year. -MH
Sherlock smirked and flicked his phone shut, nudging John. "We got a case." He smiled as John mumbled something unintelligible. "We should shower."
"I like it when you smell like me though." John mumbled as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"I can smell like you and not smell like sex if we shower together." Sherlock suggested.
"Mmm I like the sound of that." John murmured.
"Mycroft says if I text him while he and Glen are having sex again, he'll make sure we don't have sex for a year." Sherlock laughed as he walked to the bathroom. John blinked a few times, debating if Mycroft would do such a thing. When he decided yes, Mycroft would certainly do such a thing, he hid Sherlock's phone.