The umbrella (Johnlock)

Chapter fourteen.

"Tell me."

I breathed out loudly. "I don't know what to say. I'm a wreck, how are you?"

"Yeah, well.." Sherlock mumbled quietly into the sheets. I was sitting up, with my back against the wall in the bed, only wearing a sheet. It was awful how Sherlock always managed to get me into bed even if he had been gone for two years. How I hated that man. He didn't deserve my loyalty. But I couldn't resist him.

He suddenly began to sit up and the proceeded to straddle me. He started to kiss and gently bite my neck. But I couldn't concentrate on that. He was naked too, and sitting on top of me. 

He started rocking his hips back and forth, like thrusting, and I got aroused. "Sherlock.. Take it easy.. Ah Sher.." I moaned. But he kept grinding and I could feel it coming. He also started to moan, which didn't make things better. The contact of skin that  moved rhythmically against one another heated up and so did our heads. With everything seeming like a blur, we lost control of our bodies and forgot our minds.

"Oh god, John!" Sherlock exclaimed as he arched his back and came. He then slowly removed himself from me, bumping back on to the bed, panting. He was lying on his back, and I pulled of my sheet, and placed it on him instead, walking out to the sitting room.

"Where are you going?" Sherlock yelled. "To my room!" I yelled back. I went upstairs and into my room, where cleaned myself up and got dressed. I then went downstairs again. I walked into Sherlock's room when I came back down again. "I thought you'd might make my room yours while I was gone?" he asked. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Please Sherlock, I'm not that pathetic. Getting over you wouldn't be easy if I'd have to smell your scent in the covers every night.." I looked Sherlock in the eyes from across the room, and I realized what I'd said.

"I'm so sorry, it wasn't supposed to come out that way Sherlock, really." 

"How would it have been said in a nicer way?"

"I'm not sure I understand.." 

"No, you do. And I do too. You see, it was easy getting over me." I started to interrupt him with "No!" and "Sherlock!" but he kept talking; " I didn't mean anything to you. I see now John, I didn't make an as big impression on you than I thought I did! It makes sense now." 

"Sherlock, if you would just shut up for one second." I hissed, furrowing my forehead. Headache.

"You have been gone for two years, and you expect me to be joy-full over your sudden appearance on the street!? You didn't even have the guts  to greet me INSIDE the flat." I breathed out heavily. "What I meant was, that of course I missed you, of  course I thought of you every day and of course it wasn't easy to get over you in any way. But the reason why I stayed in my room is because it wouldn't have made it easier getting over you if I had clutch to that sheet every night. If the only thing I had left to remember you by was the smell of you, in that room."

A grin spread on Sherlocks face. He looked down. "Sorry, I don't know why I was so offended." 

"You had every right to be. Don't worry about it."

"I'm still angry with you though." I said pointing at him while I walked inside the sitting room. 

"Is that so?" he said playfully. "Yup." I could hear him starting to get dressed. "I guess there's not much I can do about that. You'll have to get over that yourself."

He was right. And it wouldn't be very "Sherlock" of him to act all human, to care about feelings. 

I hummed in agreement as a response and started to put on my coat. "Going somewhere?" He said standing in the doorway that lead to his bedroom. It was dark in the little hallway, so he looked like a shadow. Something he had been to me the past two years.

" I wanted to go get some coffee." I zipped up my coat. "Why don't you just make it yourself?" He asked.

"I need some air too.." A brief pause "You'll stay here right?" I asked insecurely. He walked up to me, and embraced me in a hug. I hugged back, and hid my face in his shirt. "I wont go John. Trust me." 

I got annoyed by that response. I broke the hug, and looked at him with my eyebrows furrowed and my mouth slightly open. "Honestly Sherlock, I did when you told me that you would be back soon two years ago." And then I left, slamming the door.

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It was all I could write for now. I have to go to the convention soon, so a bit busy with that.

I'm also still a bit busy with homework, not as much as before, but I still am which means I wont be able to update with chapters so often, but you'll have to bear with me! 

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