Undeductable

Bucket List Chapter Twenty Two

Sherlock
Sherlock, such a beautiful name, and to top that, William Sherlock Scott Holmes
It is so beautiful. Much like the man who owns it. It tastes like the sweetest of chocolates, drizzled on your tongue, and melts smoothly and then you crave more. But I can think of something else that is more cravable, once you kiss him, you want more, you would love more, you starve for more, you live for more. He takes my breath away, I begin to live for him, I wake up in the morning to see him, I breathe to breathe him in. I am addicted, I can't stop. When I see him I just want to do everything to him. I want to see him starving for me just as much as I starve for him, he is my everything, and probably much, much, more.
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"John?" Sherlock called his name while he was preparing breakfast. John was making blueberry pancakes. John loved to hear Sherlock say his name, it creates a rush through his veins, even though they were engaged. "Yes dear?" John replied, continuing cooking. Soon enough, Sherlock was right behind John, his body pressed against his. Sherlock breathed in John's throat. Sherlock's hands holing onto John's hipbone, and his fingers so lightly touching John's waist. "Is it almost done?" Sherlock mumbled, "Because I am not hungry," Sherlock said. "Well, I could stop cooking," John said. They were both talking quietly, with a slight pinch of seduction. Sherlock kissed John's neck, slowly peeling away his lips from his skin, "I would love that," Sherlock mumbled. John turned off the stove, and turned to face Sherlock. John, appearing vulnerable, was pressed up against by Sherlock. Sherlock's hand remained on John's hips, but he was pulling him in. Sherlock forcefully kissed John, passionately, slowly, and hungrily. John immediately responded with just as much passion and force. Sherlock's hips were pressed against John so tight, John could feel the slight erection. Sherlock slowly pulled away, and looked down at John. "I fucking love you," he mumbled quietly into John's ear. "I love you more," John said. Sherlock smirked and nibbled at John's ear, "Do we have to test this again?" Sherlock asked. John smirked a little. "You think you do?" John asked. Sherlock whispered into John's ear, "I know I do," John replied in a sharp whisper, "Show me," Sherlock smirked. Sherlock basically pushed John while aggressively kissing him into the living room and onto the couch, John obeyed the wordless commands. Sherlock was on top of him, and forcing his hips so close against John's. Sherlock took off his shirt, then John's. He bit at John's chest and smiled. "You are so sexy" Sherlock said. John raised his head up to kiss Sherlock chastely. Sherlock as soon as John went down, he dove for more. He kissed like he needed this, he dominated John one hundred to one, then when he stopped, he tugged at his lips with his teeth. John breathed out Sherlock's name, while Sherlock started to weasel both his hands down John's pants, "Yes love?" Sherlock said. "I still don't believe you," John said with a smirk on his face. "Not yet," Sherlock smirked and he brought his head down in between John's legs, for he had managed to slide down his pants enough for what he was going to do.
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The rest of the day, John and Sherlock had a lazy day around the house, every now and then exchanging knowing smiles. John was preparing dinner when Sherlock received a phone call. Sherlock frowned as he talked. "Sounds simple," Sherlock said. The person on the other side of the phone talked, "Why can't you figure it out yourself? It is truly a simple case!" Sherlock said and the person talked, Sherlock sighed and rolled his eyes, "I will be there by the day after tomorrow at twelve," and hung up, sighed and flopped on the couch while he rubbed his face. John glanced over at him. Sherlock muttered to John through his hands. "Do you like America?" Sherlock asked. John looked at Sherlock in surprise, "America?!" He exclaimed. "Did I stutter?" Sherlock said. "I have never been! It's actually on my bucket list!" John said. Sherlock chuckled to himself, "Bucket list," John looked at him and smiled. "What? Did I say something funny?" John asked. "Bucket list? John, I truly expected better," Sherlock laughed. "I have standards," John smiled. "I guess we will go, for the bucket list," Sherlock said. "What's the real reason we are going?" John asked. "To see unicorns, John, really. Can't you think?" Sherlock asked smiling. John rolled his eyes smiling, "I guess there is a case," John asked. "Yes, indeed, now go pack for a week," Sherlock said. "A week?! Why so long? I thought you said it was simple?" John asked. "Don't you want to stay in America more than five minutes?" Sherlock asked. John smiled, "You have a point," he said. "Exactly, so pack for a week," Sherlock said as he went to his room and starting packing and John did the same.
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A/N: Soooooo. How is it so far????? Please. Tell me. I am dying to know. I really am. So yea. Comment and such and I shall keep writing. Yaaaaay Stories!!!!!! Luv uzzz
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