Loyal (Johnlock)

I dont know...sexy time from Sherlock's POV?!? (Jk, no secks)

A.N: that's how they wake up, I'll try to describe it via writing but I just thought the pic was so cute! Not by me- I couldn't find the real artist (if you know who did this please let me know so I can give them credit). Of course, john is dressed in only boxers and bandages on his hands and feet but I couldn't get that.

In my arms I held a giant plush teddy bear. It wore a brilliantly red bow, eyes a soft and lively brown and fur a lazy golden color. I nuzzled my chin into the bear's soft head, but encountered something hard. My bear groaned and shifted beneath me. My world began to grow hazy as I wrinkled my brows. This was the most calm I had ever been and it was all crashing down around me.

I awoke slowly with a loud yawn. John was enveloped in my arms, the fingers of one of my hands delving slightly down his boxers.  His head was atop my other arm, this hand lazily latched on to the side of his chest. One of my legs was even swung over him, pulling the rest of my body along with it. I had created a human tent that held him very close to my body. I purred and used my sprawled limbs to pull him even closer, burrowing my face in his now shaggy hair. My little hedgehog snuffled and squirmed slightly before settling down. A quick check of the time let me know that it was three in the morning. The blankets had been kicked down to our feet, one pillow scrunched under my head and the other presumably on the floor seeing as it couldn't be viewed from my position. I gently wiggled my fingers that were under the hem of his trousers, earning a mewl from John as he arched minimally into my hand. I smirked and kissed the top of his head.

"I kissed, John bloody Watson!" I thought gleefully.

"I love you." I whispered aloud, flinching as the words glided around the room and seemed to hang above him, echoing in the silence that followed.

"Love you too you bloody git." He mumbled, stretching as much as I allowed him too. I blanched, gawking.

"Y-you're aw-awake?" I stammered.

"No, I'm sleep talking." He grumbled.

"I-I was, uh, not aware of that..." I gulped.

"Obviously." He suddenly tilted his head toward me, eyes still closed, "I'm tired." I found myself captivated by his lips.

"Then go back to bed." I licked my own lips.

"I can't." He whined. I was just now coming to the realization that my hand was still slightly down his trousers, but I couldn't bring myself to move it.

"Why not?"

"Cause you're awake."

"What does that have to do with anything?" I feared he could feel my heart pounding and the awkwardness that sat heavily upon us.

"Cause now I can only think about kissing you again." As he uttered these words my mind went blank, heart seemed to be beating so fast there was no pause in between, and my breath clogged in my throat. The silence was thick and heavy, weighing down upon me and crushing all my thoughts from my head.

"Oh, did I, the idiot John Watson, make the brilliant Sherlock Holme go speechless? The man who can see your life story in the way you blink? Shouldn't you have seen this coming?"  His eyes were still closed, words still slurred slightly with sleep as he tried to twist. His moving caused my hand to slip just a tiny bit lower into his trousers. I could feel the small curly hairs ghosting against my finger tips. I swallowed loudly.

"Sorry, let me just move my hand-" I was going to add something about how I didn't mean to, that it happened in my sleep, but John stopped my hand from moving by grabbing it at the wrist.

"You can leave it, if you want." He murmured, "on one condition."

"What's that?" I quipped, quirking an eyebrow up.

"You kiss me."

"As you wish." I couldn't help the giant smile or breathy tone that overtook my voice as I twisted some more and finally kissed John. He moaned and bit my lip, making me gasp and giving him the perfect opportunity to delve his tongue into my mouth. I felt alive and calm and whole for the first time in forever. Never had anyone made me feel this way, not even once. I suddenly and clumsily swung about so I was atop John, kneeling in his lap and still bent over his lips. His hands squirmed out from under me and crept under my robe and shirt, grasping at the bare skin of my hip bones. I shivered at the contact, moaning into John's mouth. The gauze pulled at my skin, the tiny hairs on my body getting caught in the minuscule divots of the cloth.   I could feel his heart racing wildly as his nails dug into my skin. He mewled as I rutted once or twice against his lap, causing friction. Eventually, the kiss slowed down and we lay side by side, panting heavily. John was slowly slipping back asleep as I curled him into my chest, gently following suit.

***

Birds tweeting and cars honking, that's what I awoke to. I groaned and buried my head into John's stomach.

"Oof, that's tender, you know?" He drawled as he shoved me off and stood up, "it's like 10:00 now, wanna go eat some breakfast and watch some telly?" He stretched onto his tip toes, abdominal muscles expanding and contracting beautifully. He winced as he applied pressure to the soles of his wounded feet.

"Or, you know, we could just remain in bed." I winked suggestively, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Maybe later, I'm hungry right now." He laughed as I pouted before coming up and placing a chaste and rushed peck on my lips and scampering out the door.

"Darn it." I sighed before getting up and wrapping my robe around me. I walked down the hallway and leaned against the doorway to the kitchen. His steps were hesitant and he winced every time he applied pressure to the bottom of his feet. I observed him for a while as he got the tea started.

"You're in pain." I stated, causing him to jump.

"Great deduction, Sherlock, why don't you turn on the TV?" He smirked at me. I sighed and wandered over to the telly, turning it into the news. An anchor women pasted in make up was falsely smiling into the camera.

"Hello England!" She shouted cheerily, "I'm Nancy and I'll be giving you today's updates," she briefly consulted her notes before her smile diminished to a frown, "last night at exactly 1:34 in the morning police got an anonymous tip to check the grounds of the long-since deserted woodland trail just off the highway. When the police arrived at the scene they found a gruesome sight! These pictures are very graphic, so please make sure only the appropriate audience is watching now," Here she paused to allow some images to appear on the screen behind her. Moriarty was washed out in the beams of the flashlights set up. Caution tape was visible, making sure to block off any civilians. His throat was completely ripped out, arms gnawed to the bone and stomach clawed open. His eyes had faded, the light that reflected off them was ghastly. His suit was torn to shreds.

"Authorities are believing that this attack was that of a wild dog and are warning civilians to stay in groups and be very cautious when going out into the woods." Her voice grated against my ears.

"John, did you kill Moriarty?" I called out, standing transfixed in the middle of our living room.

"Well, I didn't want him to ever come after me or you ever again." John waddled out with a tray balanced precariously on his wrapped up hands.

"And...you're okay with this?" I quickly took the tray from him and set it atop the coffee table, sitting on the couch and tugging him into my lap.

"I'm trying not to think about it..." he murmured. He spun himself about and began to kiss my neck, nipping the tender skin. I moaned and grabbed his hips, fingers digging into his soft flesh.

A.N: AAAAAHHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHAAAAHH **big deep breath** g-guys...I have no clue where I'm going now...and I'm so sorry for taking so long to update this...I've been slipping really hard down a dark slope lately and having some god awful thoughts...I'll try and be more consistent!!! Tell me what you want and I'll try and give it to you!!! I'm so so sorry!!!