The Perfect Cradle (Johnlock mpreg)

Reunion

"John? I'm home."

The army doctor's eyes shot open, hearing the sound of his husband's voice as he ran out to the sitting room from the bedroom. He stood in awe of the view of what was Sherlock Watson-Holmes, standing in the doorway and a big scruffy smile across his face, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as well.

At a moment's notice, Sherlock dropped his bags as John ran into his arms and wrapped his legs around the detective's waist, pressing his lips to Sherlock's. Sherlock held his husband up with one hand on his arse and the other running through his short blonde hair.

They pulled away, out of breath and panting for some air, John rested his forehead against Sherlock's and smiling slightly. "You have no idea how bad I missed you Sherlock." John sniffled, tears beginning to swell in his eyes as he remembered the numerous weeks he spent alone.

(Flashback)

"Why do you have to go? They can do without can't they? Please Sherlock, just stay." John stomped across the floor, throwing his arms around Sherlock's waist and burying his nose in the crook of his neck. Sherlock smiled, reaching over his shoulder and scruffing the blogger's hair.

"I'm sorry John, I'll be back as soon as I can. It's only a couple weeks, a month at the most."

"But I can't wait that long! Please, just stay here with me." John muttered, picking his head up and setting it back down on his chin, sticking out his bottom lip as if pouting like a little child. Sherlock zipped the last zipper of his bag of luggage and turned around, gripping the army doctor's upper arms and pursed his lips.

"I'll be back even before you know it." Sherlock leaned in to the army doctor's ear, "And I'll make it up to you in the best way I know when I get back." He tugged at John's ear with his teeth, making John's eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his husband's warm breath hitting his skin.

"But until then, I have to get going to the airport. They're expecting me to be there by tomorrow." Sherlock picked up his bags and walked down to the front door, John trailing right behind him with some of his other luggage. He dropped his bags by the doors and bid his goodbye to Mrs. Hudson as she gave him a prolonged hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.

John grabbed his share of Sherlock's luggage and headed out the door, hailing him a taxi and placing the luggage in the boot of the cab. Sherlock turned John around and held his hand in his, placing something in John's palm as he gave him a hard kiss on the lips. John opened his palm to see Sherlock's wedding band, it's silver color gleaming in the afternoon sun.

"Sherlock, I can't take this. It's yours."

"And it's yours too, I just couldn't live with myself if I lost it. Keep it safe for me will you?" John watched in a daze as Sherlock's eyes twinkled with light from the outside world. He nodded his head, enclosing the ring back into his palm and squeezing tight. Sherlock gave John one last kiss, the sweet taste of strawberry jam and the classic taste that John only knew as Sherlock as he felt his husband part as fast as he placed his lips to his.

"I love you Sherlock." John said as he finally separated. Sherlock smiled, getting lost in the army doctor's blue-green eyes and his pupils blown wide.

"I love you too John. I'll see you soon, yeah?" Sherlock asked. John nodded, knowing the struggle of not seeing or hearing Sherlock for what would seem like an eternity.

(End of flashback)

"You have no idea how much I've missed you!" John kept his forehead resting on Sherlock, trying to contain his tears of joy.

"I missed you too John." Sherlock stroked John's sandy hair in a way of comfort, keeping him in a state of quiet happiness.

"Promise me you won't leave ever again. Please Sherlock." John pleaded as he held Sherlock's head in his thick hands.

"I promise I'll never leave you again my love. I promise." The detective replied, knowing he could keep true to his word as he never wanted to leave the army doctor's side ever again.

"You still want your coming home present?" John asked, giving Sherlock a kiss and bit his bottom lip.

"Oh god yes, just let me go shave. I've gone a bit scruffy." John chuckled lightly, astonished at the fact that Sherlock could even grow any sort of facial hair, as the detective was about to set John down on his feet but the army doctor clung on for dear life.

"No! Please, don't let go of me." John dug his fingertips into Sherlock's back. He never wanted to let go.

"I can't shave if you don't let go of me." Sherlock said, trying to pry his husband off from his waist.

"Who said I ever wanted you to shave for me?" John whispered, his quiet voice crackling slightly as he rubbed his jawline against Sherlock's 5 o'clock shadow. Sherlock chuckled deep in his throat. "That's my boy."

Sherlock carried John to their bedroom, setting him on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt while trailing his wet lips down John's tanned stomach. John bit his lip, feeling Sherlock's facial hair scratch against his tough skin, and grabbed the sheets in his fists, writhing at even the slightest touch of his detective. Sherlock's fingertips barely grazing the skin of John's back and over his chest, leaving the blogger practically shaking and trembling for more.

"Oh god, how much I've missed you Sherlock." John whispered through the still air of their bedroom. Nothing felt more right. Sweaty skin, panting breath, groans of love making crackling through the darkness. Naked body against naked body, feeling every imperfection and flaw their was to their skin. Nothing could have been more perfect for the pair.