Loyal (Johnlock)

Irresistible (John's POV)

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I snuggled deeper into the blackness, all thoughts pushed to the side as exhaustion clouded my brain. A warm chuckle filled my ears and the warmth in front of me vibrated slightly.

"Johnny Boy, we've already missed the flight to Honolulu." The sly, sing song voice hummed softly, breathing into my hair.

"Urn." I mumbled and wrapped my arms tighter around Sherlock, "S'lock, no."

"I think you mean Jim." Hands carved shapes into my back, trailing lower and lower. I lifted my head in confusion and blinked slowly in the dazzling light. Jim's face suddenly filled my vision and I tried to scramble away.

"Uh-uh!" Jim laughed and bent down so that his forehead rested against mine. I shuddered and growled, my skin tingling as I fought to stay human. "None of that now, Johnny Boy." He purred and nuzzled his head into my hair.

"Where are we?" I growled. I pushed him away as far as possible and rubbed at my eyes, trying to get adjusted to the bright sunlight pouring through the windows.

"Still at my little cabin." A note of fondness entered his voice as he lay back on the pillows, his legs thrown over my own.

"Weren't we supposed to catch a plane?" I quizzed, worried that I had lead Sherlock on a goose chase.

"You're so much nicer when you're asleep, I didn't wanna wake you up and have to deal with this." He sneered, gesturing at me.

"Were we supposed to catch a plane?" I growled. Jim tsked and ran his hands through my spiked hair. A shudder raced through my body, half wanting to shift and another wanting to just run.

"Yes, we were." He finally answered.

"We missed it." It wasn't a question. A cold ball of fear settled in my stomach, slowly turning everything to ice.

"Yes, we did." He grinned, "But Sherlock didn't." It took a second for me to realize what he meant.

"You bas..." His hand suddenly shot out and clasped over my mouth, cutting me off.

"Now, now, none of that." He laughed and disentangled himself from myself and stepped out from the bed, "I decided it'd be best if we just stayed here." He wandered out to the middle of the room and looked around for a moment. I snarled and licked my lips.

"It's so quite." He murmured softly, "I'll play some music while you stay here." He shook his head before grabbing his phone and messing with it until music blasted from the small speakers. He then unlocked the door and left me to my own devices. Quickly, I leapt up and raced to the now shut door. I tugged on the handle, but found that it was locked. I heaved a sigh. I closed my eyes and ran my hand over my face.

"You ought to keep me concealed just like I was a weapon, I didn't come for a fight but I will fight till the end." Irresistible blared from Moriarty's phone, "And this one might be a battle, might not turn out okay. You know you look so Seattle but you feel so LA." I let the lyrics sink into me, a plan slowly forming, "And I love the way you hurt me, its irresistible, yeah, I love the way, I love the way, I love the way you hurt me baby." A smile came to my lips, unbidden. If this plan worked, I could possibly be free. But it could also backfire so harshly that I would end up worse than dead, in my professional opinion. I slowly sunk to the floor and just laid there, staring up at the ceiling and trying to decide if it was worth a shot or not. An infinite amount of hours later the door creaked open. Not a word was said as Jim sidled over and laid down beside me. I barely even dared to breathe, an irrational part of me wondering if he could hear the direction my thoughts had taken.