The Lovely Holmes

Chapter 5

I waited for 2 hours. 

 I had no problem waiting but it did give me time to explore.

I wandered around in the room and looked at everything it contained. There were picture's of me, some like a freeze frame and other's looked either like thoughts or someone drew them. Then there were all the times we were on a case. He had snapshots of me solving things, sitting on the couch, running around, shooting and many more. It made me sad to see how much he loved me and not be able to show him how I felt.

I contemplated a way to do this when something caught my eye. It was a single word written in a corner. 

Johnlock.

I walked over to it and touched it. All the sudden tons and tons of pages that looked like they were from books. I started to read them. They were all about me and John being a couple. Some were sweet and others were... a little graphic, to say the least.

I was in the middle of "A Johncake Breakfast ~john!lock~" when John walked into the room. He had a smile which disappeared as soon as he saw what I was reading.

"Sherlock, I can explain... you see-" He tried to explain but stopped when he saw me laughing. "What's so funny?" He asked.

"You are to funny, you know I don't care! I actually find some of it funny, but how come they all think I'm a virgin or that my dad has done some... unspeakable things to me? Is it so impossible that I could have just slept with someone?" I asked half jokingly.

"Yes, it is." He replied sarcastically, and smiling.

"They did give me some ideas for thing I might want to try with you..." I told him as I walked towards him. My heart was beating frantically, but I ignored it. I pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss and gently slipped my hand around his waist. I could tell he liked it when he started running his hands through my hair.

We kissed for a while but John I could tell wanted to do more than kiss. He and all the people who wrote Johnlock were right, I'd never had sex before. I didn't know what to do, but I remembered all the things people had described us doing and decided to try some of their ideas, with my own twist. 

John was reaching for my shirt but stopped, as if asking permission, which I granted. It was soon on the floor and joining it would not only be John's shirt but also both of our pairs of trousers. John must have been thinking about a bed, because one appeared behind him and I shoved him onto in. He was smiling, and then again kissing. He was reaching for my pants.

"John... I've never..." I whispered in between kisses.

"Tell me if you want me to stop." He said as he reached down and pulled them off. I just nodded. He also slipped off his own pants, they were red. 

We kissed for a while longer, and I felt myself get extremely hard. John started to run his tongue from my mouth down my body. I was so hard that I let a moan escape my lips. John smiled as he kept going, slower so as to drag it out. 

"John..." I moaned as he began to suck, hard. He continuously ran his familiar tongue over my hard member. I cursed aloud when I finally came, but he just swallowed it and continued.

We went at it for what felt like hours but was only about 20 minutes. When we were done John and I were laying on the bed with his head resting on my chest.

"So, before I left we talked about getting me a job." he said, breaking the silence.

"Yes, I've been thinking. I'm dead, so I can see what's going on at all times. If you were to work for the yard and come to this room when on a case I could tell you who did it, how and where to find them. All you'd have to do is repeat some things I would tell you and we could continue to work together. If you want to go back to being a doctor I understand-" I was cut off.

"That sounds great! But are you sure your okay with me taking credit for your work?" He asked me, sitting up excitedly.

"Sure, I don't really care." I shrugged the question off, why should I care?

"I don't know if the yard would hire me..." John told me trailing off. In his present condition I didn't think so either, but I didn't say this.

"You just need to get better first, and I promise, you will." I kissed him softly on the cheek and then stood up and dressed.

We dressed silently. I was done first so I just sat and watched him put on the clothes we had so hastily ripped off.

"What?" He asked smiling, I must have been too.

"Nothing, just admiring your body." I told him. He still had his shirt off and was turning to pick up his clothes when he had his back towards me. I saw a long scar that stretched from his left shoulder to his lower back.

He turned and was smiling until he saw the look in my eyes. He frowned, we'd never discussed his time in Afghanistan.

"I was a prisoner, my captor liked knives." He told me as he slipped him cream jumper on and sat next to me.

"I'm so sorry..." I whispered to him as I stared at my feet.

"You didn't know, and besides, when I got free I made sure that bastard paid." He said with a stroke of malice in his voice. It sent chills down my spine, John never talked like that.

"I think you should be getting back to the world." I told him. I kissed him on the cheek as he rose to his feet.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked as his hand rested on the door.

"Of course, I'll be waiting." I replied as he walked out the door and back into the world of the living.