John awoke to the sunlight pouring into the apartment of 221B Baker Street. Judging by the amount of light, John assumed they had slept most of the day due to their post case crash.
Come to his senses, John realized that he was a covered in a blanket of dark, curly hair and long limbs, that was Sherlock. Rolling his eyes John began to play with Sherlock's curls and using his free hand to rub circles in Sherlock's fingers.
A grunt of protest arose from the detective, along with a muffled request for five more minutes. Sherlock promptly rolled onto his side, his back to John.
John smiled absentmindedly and got out of bed to retrieve his laptop, only to return to bed and scan his blog for new comments. Figuring they had the entire day, he began to write about the newly solved case as well.
Midway through the making of his new blog post, John felt warmth press to his side again and watched as his laptop was taken from his lap.
"No, I wasn't using that at all." John said sarcastically, but with no real heat behind it.
However, John was not graced with a response. Only the image of a half awake consulting detective clambering his way in between John's legs, placing his back to John's chest. Engulfed in the dark curls, John placed his forhead on Sherlock's shoulders and began to run his hands along Sherlock's pale sides, earning him a hum of approval.
One of the many misconceptions of Sherlock Holmes included that he was untouchable and did not like to be touched. His piercing blue eyes and snotty posture gave most people an intimidating vibe, and still gave the vibe to John as well. However, John new better. While Sherlock was intimidating at times, he was much like a house cat. He was demanding, smart, and ignored John more often than not. Like a house cat, though, if you pet him in the right place, he will melt to your touch. Only if you were John Watson, that is.
Moving his hands lower, John began to make short circles in Sherlock's waist and kissed his neck. Sherlock groaned and rolled out of John's lap, only to get on his knees and bring his face inches from John's.
"John," Sherlock said huskily, "If you continue to tease me I will show you exactly why you stopped teasing me the last time you thought it was funny."
With a twinkle in his eye, John ran his fingertips from Sherlock's shoulder, making trail straight to his prick.
"Please do, I found last time rather enjoyable." John taunted.
With a growl, Sherlock pulled his doctor into a possesive kiss that melted John into his arms. Just like that, John was made love to by a sea of consumption that could only be describes as Sherlock Holmes.
John's Sherlock Holmes.
☆☆This was short, I know, but I hope you enjoyed it anyways☆☆
