Sensitive souls

Sensitive skin

Sherlock was doing an experiment on the kitchen and soon found he was allergic to it, his skin came up in a rash and was constantly prickling, as a test, he put more onto his skin to see the reaction on his skin increase.

John came in a little while later to see Sherlock arms deep in some experiment and his pale skin angry and red.

"Sherlock what are you doing to yourself?" John asked incredulous as he took Sherlocks thin arm in one hand and Sherlock winced in pain. "Come on, go upstairs" John commanded softly, pressing his hand to the small of Sherlocks back and guiding Sherlock out the room, a blush blending in to the already red skin.

Sherlock sighed and went upstairs like John had asked and the doctor went to fetch his first aid kit from the bathroom.

He returned to see Sherlock standing near his bed staring down at it.

"Come on, sit" John said softly, pushing Sherlock to sit down on the bed and hold out his arms which he did surprisingly.

John then opened the first aid kit and started rummaging through it until he found some antiseptic and wipes and began to carefully clean Sherlocks inflamed skin, Sherlock hissed as the chemical burned against his irritated skin but made no other noise.

"You okay?" John asked gently as he cleaned Sherlocks arms, Sherlock just nodded and looked down at his legs. "Take your shirt off"

Sherlocks head snapped up at that but then with shaking fingers began to undo his buttons and John carefully guided the tight material off his shoulders and made sure his sore arms didn't touch the fabric.

Once the shirt had been removed and folded, John took out some cream from his kit and began applying it to the red areas on Sherlocks skin, once he was done and made sure all the cream was absorbed he went downstairs to Sherlocks room and fetched his loose grey t-shirt and then came back upstairs.

He helped Sherlock into the t-shirt and then guided Sherlock down the stairs, letting him sit down on the sofa.

John made them both hot chocolates and sat down next to Sherlock on the sofa, wrapping his arm around the detective protectively. He gently tickled against Sherlocks shoulder, engraving little patterns and trails like a pirates map but in this version x marked the key to Sherlocks heart.

John had grown to love the man, it wasn't purposeful and he'd never felt it for another human being but Sherlock wasn't any other human, he was beautiful and mad and gorgeous and talented and the list would go on forever, there wasn't enough cells in this body to list the reasons as to why Sherlock was so irresistible to John but he had to bury these feelings.

Sherlock stiffened but then snuggled into him.

"How's your arms?" John asked gently.

"Good thankyou" Sherlock replied with a small yawn.

"That's good" John said with a nod, trailing small patterns now across Sherlocks waist and side and Sherlock shivered underneath him.

Sherlock could feel his hair sticking up on end and his body pulsing with energy like when you touch static and he felt instantly excited but he wasn't sure why and he loved John but he couldn't admit it. Not yet.

John chuckled and pulled Sherlock closer to him, letting Sherlock lie across his chest and feel his beating heart, Sherlock noticed it was slightly sped up and so was his own, he looked up to meet John's eyes which dilated slightly as they met his own.

He knew then, he decided to put it to the test, he leaned up and pecked John on the lips very quickly, looking shocked at himself but John just stared wide eyed at him and then smiled at him fondly, cupping Sherlocks face in his palm, his fingers brushing Sherlocks hair and his thumb stroking across Sherlocks sharp cheekbone.

He looked at Sherlock for confirmation and Sherlock gave a very small nod, closing his eyes as John pulled his face closer and their lips met in a very slow passionate kiss, John gently pulled Sherlock onto his lap, Sherlocks legs entangled with his own.

Sherlock broke away to breathe, holding onto the sofa for stability and John held one hand at the small of Sherlocks back whilst the other slipped up Sherlocks t-shirt gently caressing the smooth alabaster skin. He carefully placed soft kisses all up Sherlocks neck and Sherlock gasped and John could feel him trembling in his arms so he took Sherlock and made him sit down properly in his lap, tucked up into John as the doctor stroked along his skin.

"My clever detective" John whispered softly into Sherlocks ear making the detective shiver visibly in his arms.

"My soldier" Sherlock whispered his voice muffled from where he had pressed his face into John's chest, but John heard him clearly.