*****Naughty Alert!!!*****
Ch. 11
"Here is the living room. Very spacious. Baseboard heating, electric. There is one baseboard there and one over here," The landlady went on explaining the townhouse to them. Sherlock was only half listening. He had already deduced the woman, obviously. Nothing to sketchy, as John would say. Not Mrs. Hudson, but alright as far as landladies go.
"What do you think?" Sherlock asked John. John smiled at him. Sherlock smirked. "When can we move in?" he asked the landlady.
"Well, your applications are stellar, but I have to ask how long you are going to be staying here. You are from the U.K., correct?" she asked.
"Madam, we are here on business and will be back in London in no more than 6 months time," John said. She sighed, but nodded. Sherlock smiled. He knew John loved this place. Sherlock didn't think it was exactly home, like 221B was, but it would do for now. He knew it would make John happy, so he was happy too.
"All we have to do now is for you two to sign the lease agreement and then you can have the keys," Mrs. Wood said. She smiled and led them to the kitchen, and then handed them a copy of the lease. John knew absolutely nothing what to look for in a lease, so let Sherlock read it. Which seemed like a good idea at the time...
"What does this mean here?" Sherlock asked her, pointing to specific part in the beginning on the first page. John sighed. This is going to take awhile, John thought. He smiled at his detective, knowing he would analyze the whole thing with a fine tooth comb. Mrs. Woods was very patient with Sherlock, however. Every question he had, she answered, and by the end of it all, even lowered the amount of monthly rent.
"Well, I believe that's it, gentlemen. All I need is your signatures here and here," Mrs. Woods said, handing them a pen and pointing to the places for them to sign. When John signed his untidy doctor's scrawl, and Sherlock had signed his pristine signature, she handed them the keys. "Very good. Welcome to the neighborhood," she said, smiling warmly at them.
"Thank you," John said, smiling.
"I will have the first month's rent and security deposit this afternoon," Sherlock said.
"Very good. I'll see you two then," Mrs. Woods said, and she exited through the front door, leaving Sherlock and John alone. Sherlock pulled John to him and kissed him sweetly.
"What was that for?" John asked, blushing a little.
"Because I can; and because I love seeing you happy," Sherlock said.
"You make me happy. I could care less if we lived in a box," John said, jokingly.
"I would mind, love. Sorry, but I like having a roof, thanks," Sherlock said, smirking. John laughed and rolled his eyes. He reached up to kiss Sherlock again, this time a little longer. Sherlock had wanted to do this all morning, ever since he saw John in the bathroom. The funny feeling in his abdomen was back and with a vengeance. He kissed John a little more eagerly, and John pulled away for a moment.
"That was nice," John said, smiling and feeling all giddy.
"Mmm, yes it was," Sherlock said, his voice even deeper than normal. He captured John's mouth again and kissed him, running his tongue over his lips, asking for entrance. John shivered with the feeling and let him in, where Sherlock wanted to taste every inch of his doctor. He didn't know what this exact feeling was, since he had never felt it with anyone but John, but it was so hot, he didn't fight it. It felt too good.
