Sherlock paced back and forth as the Ship's Security officer grilled John like a drill sergeant. "When did you first meet Laura? When did you first meet Elsa? Did you have an affair with one or both of them?"
The last question sent Sherlock over the edge. "Okay, that's enough. John would never cheat on me."
John wheeled over and took Sherlock's hand, "Sherlock calm down, everything is fine. This man's just doing his job."
Sherlock took John's hand in a gentle clasp at the same time he was railing on the security officer. The veins stood out on Sherlock's neck making it look as if he had steel rods connecting his head to his shoulders. John watched Sherlock's display of temper in wonder. For Sherlock was holding his hand as if it were a small nest egg, while he yelled at the officer. "How does he control his body like that?" John thought. Then a cloud of depression settled over him as he thought about the loss of control over his own body.
The security officer sighed and then said, "Well, that's all the questioning for now."
John smiled and said, "Umm, well if you need to question me further, you know where to find me."
Sherlock walked forward and said just out of earshot of the security officer said, "What a colossal moron. He makes Anderson look like an Einstein. I'm surprised he didn't tell you to not leave town."
John laughed. "Come on let's go get a drink. I need to relax."
Sherlock licked his lips with one nervous swipe and said, "Umm, I know of a better way to relax that is umm if you want to."
John knowing what Sherlock meant decided to tease him a little. After all who wouldn't get off on the fact that he, John Watson, could turn Sherlock's knees into jelly? "Umm, Sherlock whatever do you mean?" John asked in wide eyed innocence.
Sherlock shifted on his feet making it seem as if he were trying to keep his balance on the deck of the ship. "Well, I thought we might go back to the cabin and…"
"Sherlock," John said in mock sternness, "If you want sex please just ask. After all have I ever turned you down?"
John's comment drew a couple of stares and a snicker, which John totally ignored as he looked up at Sherlock's flustered face.
Sherlock stared at John and felt wobbly when John didn't break eye contact. As a group of children rushed by Sherlock, he lost his balance and fell into John's lap.
Embarrassed Sherlock tried to get up, but John held him down. "Where are you going, handsome?" John said as he stuck his tongue in Sherlock's ear with a quick flick motion in and then out.
Sherlock's body was quivering all over by this time. Like taming a wild horse John spoke softly to Sherlock, "Sherlock, we better get back to the room."
Sherlock looked down his face red from embarrassment. "Umm, I not sure I can get up. I mean walk…"
John wheeled them both to a secluded place near a life boat. He then reached down towards Sherlock's lap until he found what he wanted.
"Is this for me?" John asked as he began to laugh.
"Stop," Sherlock hissed. "Someone is going to see us."
"Come on Sherlock, stand up and face me, Doctor's orders," John said in a firm voice.
Looking around Sherlock made sure no one could see them as he stood up and faced John. John looked up at Sherlock with an intense gaze as he worked Sherlock's pants open. By this time Sherlock's face was starting to get red and blotchy. "John, it's okay after all it's not your fault that I can't control myself. I don't think I'm even going to last a minute."
"Ssssh, Sherlock," John said as his fingers reached through the opening he had made in Sherlock's trousers.
Sherlock as usual was right for he only lasted about .58 seconds, but John didn't care for he loved the smell of Sherlock's manly fluid on his hands. John gave Sherlock a chance to get himself under control and then they wheeled out into the open like nothing had happened. Sherlock calm and looking bored wheeled John out into the open. John sat in his chair with a dopey smile on his lips as he smelled his hands.
Once they got back to the cabin Sherlock wouldn't meet John's eyes as he paced back and forth. "There's something about this case that's bothering me John. Something to do with Elsa and Laura, it's…"
"Sherlock look at me," John commanded.
"John I'm busy thinking, don't interrupt," Sherlock replied in an effort to avoid John's eyes which remained fixated on him like a hawk.
"Sherlock, please stop pacing and come here," John said as he wheeled over to where Sherlock was standing. Without a word Sherlock helped John out of his chair and carried him to the bed. "Now what might I deduce from this?" John asked aloud in a perfect imitation of Sherlock.
"John, your talent for mimicry aside, please, please just shut up," Sherlock said as he covered John's mouth with his kisses. Usually, Sherlock's kisses were firm and demanding, but this time they were half lip half tongue, which tickled John's nostrils as Sherlock licked around the outside of his nose.
"Sssh, Sherlock, let me help you find your equilibrium," John said as he calmed Sherlock's fluttering hands. "You have such long fingers. Let me show you how useful they can be," John said as he guided Sherlock's shaking hand to its target.
Sherlock made a hissing noise as he inhaled a breath of air through his teeth. When he felt what John wanted him to do Sherlock made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded like a combination of a purr and a growl. "Good boy, you learn so fast," John whispered in Sherlock's ear. Then all verbal conversation stopped seguing into a bodily primal dance of give and take.