A Study of Lovers (Johnlock fanfic)

221B Baker Street

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As they arrived back the flat, Sherlock disappeared into his bedroom and came back out with his robe that replaced his suit but kept his white shirt on and trousers. He picked up his violin and began playing an eerily familiar tune, though John couldn't remember the name of it, he knew it was something from Bach.

"You've been out for weeks and that's how you handle your first case back?! I don't believe you Sherlock Holmes! You are nothing but a pompous, full-of-yourself, man!" John yelled at Sherlock. Before starting up again, he was distracted by the warm smile that radiated from Sherlock's mouth as he held the violin closer to his chin playing it deeper with each strike against the strings with his bow.

"Boys! Are you up there?" Mrs. Hudson shouted up the stairs that led to the flat.

"Sounds like she's home from her unusually long holiday." Sherlock joked as he set his violin down on the table and waited for her by the door.

"Oh Sherlock! It's good to see you again!" She gently wrapped her arms around the tall man as he bent over at a slight angle for her to actually give him a proper hug.

"It's good to see you too Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock smiled a genuine smile towards his landlady.

"And, John! Oh, I've missed you too!" John was a bit taken back by such a strong hug from such a little stature that Mrs. Hudson has.

"Good to see you again Mrs. Hudson. I trust you had a nice trip?" John added to his statement.

"Oh yes, very much so. But I'm afraid not all good things can last, except for here." She had tears welling up in her eyes at the very thought of being back home was almost too much to bear as she thought that none of this could be real.

"You will always be our landlady, this is after all, your home with us. Your boys." Sherlock took his arm around John and held him close to his body.

It didn't take long for her to catch on.

"Oh! You mean you too?" Sherlock nodded in agreement as well as did John.

"Oh, I'm so happy for you boys!" She held out her arms once more as they both joined in to her warm yet small embrace.

"Would you boys like some tea?" She asked as she was almost out the door and back down to her flat.

"We would love some, thank you." Sherlock picked up his violin once more and began playing again, almost exactly where he left off previously.

"Sherlock Holmes..." John began.

"I love you too." Sherlock said behind a turned back to his blogger; his boyfriend.

John couldn't help but embrace those exact words that hung in the air like fresh air of a new season, a new beginning.

In no time, Mrs. Hudson came back up to their flat with tea and and assortment of small cookies. As she talked about her extended holiday, the time must've slipped away from all of them as the sun went down and up came the moon, with the street lamps filling the flat with soft golden light and touching everything across the sitting room with it's delicate beams of gold rays.

She said goodnight and went off to her flat downstairs and left them alone in theirs. As they turned on the telly, the only thing they heard was gaelic violin music playing from the station it was turned to to god-knows-what but nothing of the sort distracted them as Sherlock stuck his hand towards John, asking him to dance.

"Would you care to..."

"I would love to. But, I can't dance." John shuffled his feet awkwardly.

"Don't worry..." Sherlock grabbed John's hand and wrapped one arm around his waist and the other entertwining his fingers with John's.

"I'll lead." John turned the corner of his mouth up and forced an anxious smile.

John nuzzled his head into Sherlock's chest as he felt his head lay on top of his then giving him a kiss on the top of his head.

John looked up to him and felt his upper neck get warm as felt blushing crawl onto his cheeks as Sherlock look back down at him. Time seemed to slow as they stayed like that for quite some time.

"I love you." Sherlock said.

"I know idiot." John joked.

"Yes, but I'm your idiot." Sherlock reassured. John couldn't help but smile and bury his head back into Sherlock's warm chest.

"John?" He looked back up to the detective. Eyes shining even brighter than in the day and shadows casting themselves perfectly upon his face, settling right below his prominent cheekbones. He looked so healthy, healthier than what he was just this morning.

John closed his eyes as so did Sherlock and they kissed, standing alone in the empty flat of the sitting room and eventually to be wrapped in each other's arms just enjoying the moment. John moved his tongue across Sherlock's soft bottom lip, asking for access and eventually being granted it. Sherlock had a specific taste to him, something
that only could be described as Sherlock and John liked it. He felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders as he and Sherlock just stood there in each other's company.

Pulling apart for air, they slowly opened their eyes and only to see they were still in the long and comfortable embrace of each other.

"I love you too." John leaned back in for another kiss, this one being more passionate and meaningful. He ran his fingers through Sherlock's untamed curls once again and massaged his scalp with his fingertips, this time making Sherlock groan. He pushed John back to the wall and started kissing hard on the junction where neck met shoulder as he roused with John's hair and John continued to kiss Sherlock along his cheek.

They pulled away for a breath and began again. John stopped Sherlock with putting his hands on his shoulders and pushing him away.

"Not right at this moment, Sherlock please." John gave him a stern look.

"Bedroom...now!" As Sherlock took John by the hand and led him into the bedroom and closing the door behind him.