They'd solved the case of the six thatchers but when John and Mary have an argument that remains to be discovered, and Mary then puts John and Rosie at risk in her anger induced state, she leaves Sherlock to pick up the pieces as John remains in a c...
John leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Sherlock's cheek before hovering his hands over the buttons on the detectives jacket before gliding the buttons out and sliding the jacket off his shoulders and discarding it somewhere in the room.
John then moved to Sherlock's shirt. Purple shirt. Naturally the favourite of his and Sherlock was decidedly wearing that one. John couldn't help but smile.
"What?" The detective asked.
"Nothing, everything's perfect" John replied as he undid the first few buttons and leaned down to kiss the skin revealed. The shirt was eventually undone and once the detective had slipped his arms out it, the silk material pooled around his torso, alabaster against the deep purple.
John pressed a few kisses to Sherlock's jaw before moving down his neck, careful not to mark as he pecked at the two freckled at his jawline and neck.
Sherlock reached up with fumbling hands to slide John out of his jumper and John lifted his arms to allow it to be pulled over his head. Sherlock then began giggling as John caught a ticklish spot on his collarbone and was unable to undo the buttons on Johns shirt so John eventually felt pity for him and undid the buttons allowing Sherlock Sherlock to slide off the material.
Sherlock threw the shirt to the floor as his hands then glided along the muscled planes of Johns chest, feeling the strength so perfectly compacted.
John continued to kiss along Sherlock's collarbones and then along chest, before going down to his stomach, an approving smile at the fact Sherlock wasn't as thin as he had been when John had moved in.
John pressed kissed to his hip bones as he had done only a day or so before and lingered on the pale freckled that dotted his skin like stars on a night sky.
"Tickles John!" Sherlock laughed as John continued. His touch featherlight.
"Does it?" John asked teasingly before tickling very lightly at Sherlock's waist without the shirt being in the way to which Sherlock began giggling hysterically. "I never realised"
"Johnnnn" Sherlock whined but his breath caught in what sounded like a sob but of laughter not of sadness. "I thought this was a s-serious matter!"
"Serious? When have we ever acted serious? You went to Buckingham palace in a bed sheet!" John defended and finally ceasing his attack.
"I did" Sherlock decided.
"Nutter" John said softly and pressed a kiss to Sherlock's belly button before moving along. Sherlock didn't remember when John had derived him of his trousers leaving him in his boxers but it hardly mattered. He was slightly self conscious if being laid bare in the way but John was fixing that. Every kiss continuing to remove the tension from his body.
John was soon kissing along Sherlock's thought and down to his knees, calfs and then his ankles. Massaging Sherlock's feet as though to pay him the upmost attention, before moving up the other leg.
"Turn over" John whispered and slipped his palm beneath the soft part of Sherlock's side, propelling him delightful as Sherlock turned onto his front.
John kissed the nape of Sherlock's neck and then his shoulder blades and across his shoulders before trailing down to the base of his spine and down to his iliac crest and blowing a raspberry that nose Sherlock quietly chuckle.
He then went down the backs of Sherlock's legs, laughing when he discovered the backs of Sherlock's knees were as ticklish as the rest of him. John kissed the instep of his sole and heel and then turned Sherlock back onto his front again. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband and looking back up at Sherlock who only nodded.
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It was later that night John finally collapsed next to Sherlock who was sated out and pliant on the bed, his breathing slightly ragged and his heart rate elevated. John reached an arm out and pulled Sherlock snug against him, their burning skin still feeling too hot to touch.
"I love you"John whispered.
"John" Sherlock replied sleepily. I love you too.
John couldn't help but smile, he was probably the only person to understand this precious man.
Sherlock pressed his face into Johns shoulder and wrapped his arms around Johns waist as John wrapped his arms around the detectives.
Eventually their body heat began to cool and the draft of the flat eventually began to creep around them as Sherlock visibly shivered in Johns arms, pressing closer for warmth. John reached down and Sherlock clung tighter unwilling to let go. Clingy afterwards? John asked himself with an amused frown as he grabbed the duvet and pulled it up over them and tucked it over Sherlock's bare shoulders.
"Goodnight sweetheart" John whispered into the slightly damp sweaty hair at his chin.
John ran his hands up and down Sherlock's back in a comforting gesture.
"Sleep beautifully my prince" he added as he too closed his own eyes against the onslaught of emotions and the man in his arms, curled in a ball and letting John see his most vulnerable side.
"Love you j'hn" Sherlock slurred sleepily, pressing even tighter.
John ran a hand through the curls and soon they were both sleeping peacefully.
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