The Professor NEW CHAPTER!!!

The Perfect Mistake

AN: I tried to make this as adorable as possible...just for you... :3 Enjoy!

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Sherlock lay on the couch in his thinking position. He heard the door open then close and light, lazy footsteps that only meant one thing-John was home... Sherlock got a sort of bubbly feeling in his stomach and then it turned sour. All he could think about was the silence he received over text from John; the rejection he was bound to receive.

Yes, John hadn't had a problem with kissing him before, but he was on a date this evening, and he seemed to have moved on from that little "experiment" he pulled on him ages ago. The door to the flat glided open and in stepped an obviously upset John, walking into the kitchen and making tea. Sherlock perked his head up to see him, then quickly rested back down.

Act natural... Sherlock told himself, though it's hard to be "natural" when you're Sherlock Holmes. John walked in with two cups of tea-one for himself and one for Sherlock. "How was your date?" Sherlock asked half-mindedly, waving his hand to the coffee table. John set his tea down there and took a seat in his arm chair.

"I don't think I'll be seeing her again." John mumbled, sipping his tea and feeling his phone buzz.

It was from Lauren:

Incase you didn't get the hint; we won't be seeing each other again. Ever!

She was so moody; mad over nothing. At least she knew how to use a semicolon...

John sighed, annoyance ever present on his voice, tossing the phone in Sherlock's chair. "John, are you going to speak to me or just ignore me forever. We have class tomorrow, I may need you to."

"I just spoke to you." There was a prolonged silence and John finally found the courage to acknowledge what had been said. "Sherlock, I love you, too...." John mumbled the last part, trying to hide his words. It was true, and while he thought it was just because of his looks, that wasn't true either.

Sherlock was lonely, but that didn't mean he deserved it. Sherlock was beautiful and intelligent beyond belief. Something John had to look for, came out around him--sentiment. Sentimental Sherlock isn't the safest form of himself, but there is no denying that that is what makes him so damn perfect. Every fault and flaw of Sherlock Holmes makes him more beautiful than all of the crimes in London or the sharpest, most luscious diamond that has ever existed.

And that was why he loved Sherlock Holmes; because true love is accepting and caring for someone, even if they are possessed by the most evil of demons. And there was no denying that Sherlock seemed to be possessed. Only sometimes. Maybe by the crime demon... John laughed at the thought, not realizing that Sherlock was hovering above him.

"John, I want to kiss you. May I?" The question caught John off guard. He was asking to kiss him? What was this? John stood, standing on his tip-toes and Sherlock leaning down and scooping John into a gentle, yet passionate kiss. This kiss, unlike the experiment, was slow and fast, heated and tender. They stopped for breath, John staring into those impossible eyes, Sherlock into his baby blues. John wrapped his arms around his neck, and Sherlock held his waist, and another kiss they shared.

The night grew dark and cold, but the fire and the kisses kept them warm. They were sat on John's arm chair, Sherlock on John's lap, tongues entwined, hands holding, grabbing, dragging, exploring. John involuntarily crashed his hips up, grinding their hardened members together. "Sorry.." he said on his lips, trying to calm down. Sherlock pushed with everything into John, wanting to feel more pressure.

Sherlock unbuttoned John's shirt hastily, dragging his fingers over his abs. Damn. I'm like a twig compared to him. Sherlock thought, pressing once more into John, causing him to moan in pleasure, rather loudly. Sherlock moved to John's neck, biting and kissing. John was numb and he could feel his length throbbing in his pants. Sherlock's fingers danced lightly on his skin, dragging John's shirt off, throwing it, just missing the fire.

Sherlock moved to John's torso, nipping and licking the skin. John tugged Sherlock's shirt out of his trousers, unbuttoning it and shrugging it off. His pale skin looked almost sparkly in the late-evening light. Sherlock moved back up to John's lips, attacking them with desire. John reciprocated the fierceness. Sherlock pulled his lips away, dragging his hands from John's love bite-ridden neck to his hips, tugging at the hem gently.

"I'm ready if you are." 

"Oh God, yes."

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AN: BWAHAHAHA I am an evil person. I cannot write smut for my life so I have decided to leave that up to your imagination... I tried to extend it because I thought it was a bit short. Should I keep going? Tell me what you think and thanks for reading! :)