SHERLOCK 🌟SMUTSHORTS🌟

BROKEN VOW (PART 6)

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John:

When you wake, there is an infinite sadness in the moments between one smile and the next, but somehow the smiles are more frequent.

You sleep in his arms every night since. The nightmares still chill your blood to the bone, but he's become more and more creative waking you up. Or maybe you're just more responsive to his touch. Most nights, all he needs to do is whisper, "I love you, John."

And the angel in your dreams blows away all the wicked specters. The blood flies off the baby's face and in her tender innocence she wraps pudgy fingers around your pinky. A little child plays with your angel's wings and her laughter makes him smile. Your daughter laughs up at you, a young and beautiful lady. Mary… you would have called her Mary if you'd had time.

Then there are the moments when you wake up and hear his whispered, "I love you," and you smile and burst inside. His face is inches from yours and suddenly the words aren't enough. You crash your lips together and press against him. He responds electrically, like a man gasping for breath. You each dig your nails into each other's skin, grasping with all of your strength and desperation.

He knows your doubts and he reassures you with soft nips and infinitely gentle kisses. You know he's afraid too, you know beyond a shadow of a doubt just how much power you have over this man. This isn't like that first night. Yes, your grief is still there (and you suspect it always will be). But your anger is gone. You're not angry at either of them, you just miss your little girl. You bury your face into his chest and inhale the sweet scent of him.

Your chest hurts with the effort to contain unspoken words.

As he runs his palm against the inside of your thigh and tongues at your earlobe, the pain in your chest swells.

You push him on his back and straddle his hips slightly. You know you're blushing because without the anger this is infinitely more intimate.

His long fingers wrap around both your members and the combined friction sends shockwaves throughout your system. Your brain crashes and your heart melts.

"Sherlock–"

You bite into his neck and grab his wrists, pulling them up and over his head. You suck at his collarbone and trail kisses along his jaw as you ease his thighs apart.

This isn't like that first time, but―

"It's okay," he interrupts, reading your thoughts.

"No, Sherlock. I can't hurt you."

"I said, It's Okay!" he punctuates each syllable with an upwards thrust. Within the second, his tongue is plunged deep in your mouth, rolling against your own. He wraps his lips around your tongue and sucks. It's the weirdest sexiest mouthfuck you've ever heard of.

He's still thrusting that soft ass of his against your aching member and your hold on reason is slipping.

"You're a crazy bastard, you know that?"

"And you love me for it." He barks hungrily. But then his body goes all rigid and he gets that look of his when he knows he's made a miscalculation and he's beating himself up over it.