All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Ten

Chapter 10

John's POV

Morning light streamed through the open window, and I felt Sherlock's heavy breath tickle my ear, his arm still wrapped around my waist. I lay where I was, pressed against his body, enjoying the close proximity. 

"Morning," Sherlock mumbled in my ear, his breath shifting, blowing on my hair. 

"Good morning, Love."

"Good morning. Nice sleep?"

"Yes, it was pleasant. And you?"

"Yeah, same," I smiled as Sherlock kissed the top of my head, and I snuggled in closer to him. 

I heard my phone buzz on the top of the drawers, and so I reluctantly crawled out of the bed, much to Sherlock's disappointment and grabbed my cellphone before getting back into the bed. "It's Charlie," I said with a frown. 

Sherlock chuckled. "What does he want?"

"He has a boyfriend apparently... And he just sent me a picture."

"Let's see him then, if it's not Tom."

I opened the new message, and saw who he was dating. I toppled out of the bed, and Sherlock fell with me. "Whaa-" Sherlock cried out, lying on his back. I held my phone down over his face so he could see. "Of course!" Sherlock shouted. "Of course, of course, of course!" 

Another picture came through, and I looked at it, before spluttering with laughter. I showed Sherlock the black and white filtered picture of Moriarty and Charlie kissing passionately. Sherlock gagged, making me laugh even harder. "I knew he was up to something!" Sherlock laughed. "Hang on. I have an idea. Give me your phone."

I handed Sherlock my phone, and got up, going into the bathroom. I did my business, and as I was washing my hands, I gasped, noticing once again that I had a bright love bite on my neck. Sherlock came into the bathroom, tossing my cellphone from one hand to the other, smirking at me. 

"Just remembered?" He nodded towards my neck. 

"People are going to talk now, Sherlock, I hope you realise that."

Sherlock shrugged. "Come on, get dressed. We have things to do."

"Like what?"

"You'll see." 

Sherlock handed me back my phone and I smiled my thanks at him. We went back into our room, and began getting dressed. Sherlock was getting into his tight white shirt and black dress trousers, and I was getting into a tight blue t-shirt and black jeans. Sherlock smiled at me as he put on his shoes. Once his laces were done up, he came over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed my forehead. "You look gorgeous as always."

"As do you," I said, my voice muffled as I buried my head in his chest. 

I kissed the top of his head and then pulled away. "Come on, let's go."

I threw my head back and sighed, but followed Sherlock out the door anyway. We walked through the school together, chatting away, and I knew people were looking at my neck curiously, none of them remembering what had happened the night before. 

We got past the gates, and hailed a cab. One stopped immediately, as they always did, and Sherlock and I got in. Sherlock told the driver an unfamiliar address, and soon we were on our way there.

I saw the huge rides in the distance before I saw the actual grounds. I looked up at it and smiled, in awe that my boyfriend would bring me out to a place like this. "I didn't think this would be your scene, Sherlock," I commented as we drew nearer to the fair.