All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Eleven

Chapter 11

Sherlock's POV

"John!" I cried as I lifted my head off of the ground, looking around. My ears were ringing and I had a dreadful headache, but I was alive. I saw John lift his head up and look at me. He had a cut above his eye, trickling with blood, but he smiled at me. 

"You just saved so many lives, Sherlock," he said, looking at me lovingly. 

"Yeah, and I still need to save us. Come on, we have to get out of here."

I got to my feet and scooped John up into my arms with ease, and carried him away from the now desolate fairground. 

My white shirt was tattered and I knew my nose was bleeding. A cab stopped for us, and after acknowledging John and I were both safe with no broken bones or anything similar, I told the cabbie Mycroft's address. 

"You lads look a sight," the cabbie said, looking in the rearview mirror at us. John kept up vague but polite conversation as I called the police, informing them of the events that had just taken place. When we got to Mycroft's, John paid, and we got out with a thank you, and went straight inside. Mycroft and Lestrade were watching a movie on the sofa when we came in. Lestrade turned and looked at us when we came in and gasped. 

"Wow, what happened to you two?" He asked, pausing the movie as Mycroft turned to us and sighed. 

"There was a bomb. Moriarty is playing the game, and I aimed my gun at innocent civilians in order to get them to leave the grounds. You might want to get your men to sort that out, it doesn't take a genius such as myself to know it's going to make international headlines," I explained, going to sit down on the sofa beside Lestrade, pulling John down with me. 

"Ah, what are you doing?" Mycroft looked at me, a bewildered look in his eyes. 

"Sitting down to watch the movie?" I gave him my condescending look that John despised. 

"Go clean yourselves up. You're making our sofa dirty."

I shrugged and helped John to his feet. "Come, my love," I announced dramatically, "And let us get cleaned up!"

John giggled and followed me to the bathroom. John turned on the shower while I locked the door and got undressed, and John followed suit. We got into the shower, and I pressed John against the wall, pressing my lips against his neck. He pulled me closer to him, so every inch of our bodies were touching. John's fingers tangled in my hair and he tugged slightly, knowing it drove me insane. I picked him up and his legs wrapped around my waist, both of us forgetting we had just survived an explosion.

"This is not us getting clean," John murmured against my lips. "I'm getting dirtier."

I chuckled. "I know what you mean. I prefer this so much more though."

"Mm, me too."

My hands ran over John's body, and his hands stayed in my hair. I placed soft kisses all over his body, and paid special attention to the scar on his chest. He was beautiful in every possible way, and his scar was one of my favourite features of John. He was my warrior, and that was my reminder of just how lucky I was to have him. 

"Sherlock?"

I realised I had stopped kissing John and was instead just staring at him, probably in a really intense way. He looked self concious, of course he did. We were naked in the shower and I was staring at him blankly. "Sorry, Love. I was just admiring you."

John rolled his eyes at me, but a grin was on his face. "You're such a sap."

"You love it."

"I love you," John pulled me in again and kissed me, giving me that familiar unexplainable fluttering feeling in my chest and stomach. John pulled away slightly and I groaned, leaning into him again. He pecked my lips with his once, and then pushed me away. "We should get out, they're going to start to talk."

"We're having a shower together, I'm sure they're already talking, John," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Come on, lets get out."

John shut off the water and we got out of the shower, wrapping towels around our waists. John looked around awkwardly. I knew what he was thinking. With a smirk, I grabbed his hand. "Come with me." I lead John into Mycroft and Lestrade's room and went into their walk in closet, rolling my eyes, muttering about how flamboyant they were.

"Sherlock, this isn't a good idea..."

"Why not?"

"You want me to put on the assistant headmaster's clothing!"

"No, you can wear Lestrade's. They'd fit you better."

I picked out a shirt and trousers of Mycroft's for me, and a t-shirt and jeans for John that belonged to Lestrade. I heard footsteps approaching, and I looked at John who was staring at the clothes I had handed him. "Quickly put them on," I hissed.

"What? No! I can't!"

"Just do it, John!" 

I shoved on Mycroft's clothing, and I forced John into Lestrade's clothes, literally dressing him myself. The footsteps got louder, and I knew they were Mycroft and Lestrade, both coming into their room. Oh shit. Shit. Fuck. I knew what was happening. Their footsteps were eager, and they were giggling together. Holy shit, did they forget John and I were there? We were supposed to be in the bathroom, of course they wouldn't expect us to be in their walk-in closet. 

The door to the walk-in closet opened, and I quickly ushered John into the deepest corner of the closet, hiding us behind some of Mycroft's work suits. I pressed myself against John as Mycroft hummed, fingering his clothing as he looked for what he wanted. I pressed my eyes shut, almost able to hear mine and John's hearts beating loudly. We should've just gotten into our old, tattered clothing. I shouldn't have lead John into that trap. Now we were going to have to suffer the groaning and moaning (and, can I just add, occasional crying) as Lestrade and my brother made love in the other room. Talk about awkward. 

Mycroft grabbed whatever he wanted, and left the closet, closing the door behind him. "Sherlock," John whispered, "What the hell is going on?"

"I... Erm... Might have made a bad decision when deciding to come in here and steal their clothing. We're going to have to make a dash for it."

"What?!" John shouted at me, as best he could with in a loud whisper. 

"Come on!" I grabbed John's hand and ran through the closet, into the bedroom, trying to avoid looking at the startled couple, and out into the open mansion, out in the clear. John and I continued running down the stairs, and we stopped when we got into the sitting room. 

We slid down the wall panting, clutching our sides. "Let's not do that again, shall we?" John suggested. 

"Hmm, good idea. We should get out of here before they come down which is in 3, 2-"

"Yep, you're right, let's go," John said. We were out the door just as Mycroft and Lestrade came downstairs, and were safely in a cab when Mycroft peeked out the front door to see if we had left.

On the way back to campus, John turned to me and chuckled in that way I loved. "Well, today sure has been eventful."

"We had a bit of fun, almost got blown up, and stole some clothes," I said, earning a suspicious look from the cabbie. "Yes, I suppose it has been quite eventful, hasn't it?" John wasn't even phased by any of it, and that was one of the seven hundred and forty three reasons why I loved him.