A Study of Lovers (Johnlock fanfic)

Exploration

The warm rays of the setting sun caressed every angle that the two men slept on top of the bed, not even caring to bury themselves underneath the blankets as they didn't want to disturb either one. John's eyes slowly drifted open and see the sun highlight every feature that was so carefully chiseled to his detective. Every worry line, every wrinkle, every crinkle seemed to disappear as he slept. He was ageless.

"Afternoon love." John lightly ran his fingers through Sherlock's dark chocolate curls, slowly taking the detective out of his drowsiness.

"Afternoon." Sherlock said it like the first time they met as St. Bart's in his lab. John reached behind him to blindly grab his phone that was sitting face down on the nightstand to check the time.

"Bloody Hell, it's almost dinner time. How long were we asleep?" Sherlock started trailing kisses from John's lips, jawline, and eventually down his neck.

"Who cares." Sherlock paused long enough to let the words slip from his mouth, as well as his tongue.

"Sherlock don't start unless you intend to finish." John said, letting his voice get heavy with lust.

"Fine by me." Sherlock flipped over to topple on top of John's chest never losing contact with his skin and his lips. As Sherlock started to playfully nibble on John's neck and John wrapping his arms around his detective to bring him closer to his body, the more Sherlock kissed and nibbled John's neck and upper chest the more it made John groan and keep a firm hold on Sherlock's ebony curls between his fingers.

"Sherlock." John pulled Sherlock gently by his curls only for a moment to look into his eyes then kiss him hard on the lips, slowly and passionately but rushing it a bit more towards the end as they needed to come up for air. Heaving for air and smiling, John studied every fleck of color that was shown in Sherlock's warm, galaxy colored eyes.

"I love you Sherlock, but, it's just, I... want to wait." John firmly pressed his hands against Sherlock's soft shirt. How he wished to rip off every single button and take in all that is the glory of the great Sherlock Holmes as he could dig his nails into his milky pale skin and leaving marks that could only cone from deep, passionate love.

"Wait for what? We've done this before, what do you want to wait for?" Sherlock asked, hungry for his bloggers love as he had the crazed look of sexual need in his beautiful eyes.

"I know we've done this before and I know we know each other's secrets of what we love, but I'd like to wait until the night of our wedding." John said with hope in his eyes, hoping that Sherlock would understand his wishes.

"Our wedding? I... I completely forgot about it." Sherlock flipped over onto the bed and rested his head in his hand laying back onto the pillow smiling jokingly.

"Arsehole!" John hit Sherlock with the back of his hand across the chest as they both turned into a rolling ball of hysterics.

"Well," Sherlock wiped a tear from his eye as from laughing so hard and drifted his eyes over to the window, still open from the hours before.

"There's still time left in the day. How about a walk down to the beach and maybe sneak some takeaway back here?" Sherlock put his arm around John's shoulders.

"That sounds lovely." John chuckled lightly.

Sherlock gave John a kiss on the head as John closed his eyes for a mere second to embrace the touch of his fiance's lips. They got up, fixed themselves up in the mirror, then headed out the back way of the hotel, through the garden, and down the walkway and out to the beach.

John fixed his gaze out onto the ocean as Sherlock linked his arm with John's, neither of them minding the sand in their shoes, or the heavy wind of the ocean whipping everywhere around them that had the familiar taste of salt clinging to their lips, or the sun stinging their eyes with it's delicate yet intense rays of beauty. All they cared for was the there and then with each other in each other's company.

And that was all that crossed their minds for the time.