All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Twenty Five

(A/N- Don't know why I didn't think of this sooner, but here is the link to chapter 23 http://www.wattpad.com/42155999-all-my-loving-mystrade-smut-chapter-chapter-23?d=ud . Hopefully it'll work on this one, but if it doesn't, yeah, I'll be rather annoyed. So yeah, please comment/vote/share/follow if you enjoy this chapter. Smutt Johnlock chapter coming up within the next two chapters. Thank you lovelies, I love you all!

-CH xx)

Chapter 25 

John's POV

"Sherlock," I warned him in my authoritative voice. "Give it back. Now."

Sherlock shook his head and raised his hand in the air, my mouth-guard becoming officially out of my reach. I jumped up and tried to grab it, but he was far too tall. 

"I have the game in an hour, and I need to be there in half, give. It. Back."

I tried to grab it again, but instead I clumsily fell into Sherlock, both of us falling to the ground. "Give it," I told him. 

"Or what?"

"I'm going to kill you," I said, looking down into his eyes, balling the front of his school shirt up in my fists. I was straddling my boyfriend, my arse on his crotch. 

"How?" 

"I'll kiss you until you can't breath." 

"Definitely won't be giving you back your mouth-guard then," Sherlock smirked, moving his hand holding my mouth-guard out behind his head. I grabbed his arm and held it there, never once breaking eye contact. 

"I still haven't gotten out of my school uniform, Sherlock, and I need to be gone in like," I looked at my watch, "Twenty five minutes. Give it back."

Sherlock gave me a smug look and shook his head, his curls falling in his face. "No. Oh, and can you move my hair out of my face? I can't move or see."

"Yeah, sure," I said, moving his hair out of his face, before remembering I was supposed to be relatively angry at him. I kept my hand on his forehead, holding his hair back, and we looked into each others eyes. "Sherlock."

"John."

"Give me my mouth-guard, it is absolutely essential that I have it."

"And I told you you'd have to kill me first, and I believe we agreed you would kiss me until I couldn't breath and would die. Let's have it then."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "It's not funny, Sherlock."

"Well you're laughing, aren't you?" Sherlock laughed as well.

"You're a prat."

"And you're the love of my life."

I rolled my eyes at my cheesy boyfriend and leaned down, giving him a short, sweet kiss. I intended on pulling away, but Sherlock managed to get his other arm free from beneath my leg and used it to pull me closer to him. "Sherlock," I mumbled against his lips, with my eyes still closed.

"Mm,"  he hummed, running his tongue along my bottom lip, asking me for permission to enter. I was going to refuse, but then how could I? I groaned impatiently, angry I was allowing my boyfriend to sidetrack me like that, opening my mouth to allow his tongue to roam my mouth. 

My hands slid up the inside of Sherlock's shirt against his warm, smooth skin. He hissed at the coldness of my hands, but didn't break away from the kiss. I couldn't remember why I was lying on top of him on the ground. Something was nagging at the back of my mind, but I forgot about it, and proceeded to move my hands back up Sherlock's shirt, undoing the buttons on it, pulling it off of him completely.