Nothing Like Love and Everything Like a Phoenix

Chapter Seven

John was giggling. Actually giggling, as he pulled Sherlock into his house. The moment the door was shut Sherlock had him against the wall, leaving marks across his neck and jaw. John was out of breath before they even got to the living room.

"Maybe we should just stay on the couch." Sherlock said, panting into John's neck.

"And get caught by my sister, or better yet, my dad."

Sherlock's lips twitched into a frown.

John pulled him along into his bedroom, where Sherlock pushed him back onto the bed and threw his jacket over a chair.

"You're nervous." Sherlock stated.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

Something flickered behind Sherlock's eyes, "You're a virgin."

John didn't really know what to say to that. He was. No need to reiterate.

Sherlock looked down at him, like a shadow looming over John. A shadow he wouldn't mind getting closer. He still felt a bit insecure about all of this. He knew it meant more than what it had at first, but how much exactly did it mean? John wished it was as simple as adding and subtracting. He wished he could measure the difference between the relationship before and after this date.

Sherlock stepped forward and placed his legs on either side of John's hips. He leaned down and kissed him softly, but John wasn't fooled. He saw fire in Sherlock's eyes and could feel the twitching in his fingers.

John tangled his hands in Sherlock's hair and pulled him close. The kiss became harder and rougher, and John didn't feel like Sherlock was holding back anymore. They both had enough of that, anyway.

Sherlock found his way to John's neck again, adding to the marks that were already there. John's every nerve was on edge. He could feel every breath and every shift on top of him. His eyes were closed but he knew every move Sherlock was making.

"Have you done this before?" John asked breathily.

"That's a stupid question." Sherlock said, his hand making it's way under John's shirt.

"Right, because you're always taking some girl out."

John opened his eyes, and Sherlock looked up, "Jealous?"

"Of course not. So, you've done this before?"

"...Not like this." He sucked a mark onto John's stomach.

"What's that mean?"

Sherlock sighed and sat up, meeting John's eyes, "I don't count the paper shakers and soc's."