Sorry I haven't been updating again, college is a bit full on still, but it's friday again, so hopefully I'll get a few updates going while I have my spray tan-Its dance competition weekend again, so these updates will be slow! I'm so sorry guys! THANKYOU so much for reading though, I'm up to 650 now! I cannot believe it! Please don't forget to vote//comment :)
-Eden x
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Sherlock's P.O.V;
God, how I hated not knowing. Not Understanding. I needed to be in control, but I was certain of one thing, whenever and wherever John Watson is concerened, I was no longer in control. I let my animalistic urges take over, I felt things. Me! Sherlock Holmes! I felt things, Dr. John Hamish Watson brought out a new side to me that I could not comprehend but dammit I wanted to learn to! As we sit on the floor of our kitchen, our lips moving in synchronisation I couldn't help but wonder why he could make me feel so incredibly happy yet so ill at the same time? I never wanted to let go of John, my arms pulling him close, however, one needs oxygen. Ugh, breathing. My downfall.
As I pulled away John shuffled onto my lap his arms still wrapped around my waist, with my back pressed against the cool cabinets behind us, the warmth of John was truly welcome as he nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck. "Sherlock, do you want to speak about what happened today?"
"Well, John. We woke up, went to work, returned to our flat. Then I'm pretty sure that I made it quite clear I'm unaware of how my feelings work but that I am aware that love you. We then kissed for a few minutes, and now here we are in our kitchen."
"No, Sherlock. I mean at Scotland Yard. You stormed out of there dragging me behind you like a naughty school boy..."
I smirked. "Well John, I never had you pegged as someone who roleplays" I lifted my head so I could throw him a wink. "But, if you insist, I suppo-" I was cut short but a clip to the ear.
"Sherlock, as intriguing as that sounds... let's focus on the topic at hand." His gaze was no longer playful, but continued to show his interest in my thoughts.
"I felt sick, like most people do from time to time John. I know this may suprise you, but unfortunately, I am still human." I looked down at the man on my knee again, seeing his inquisitive eyes looking back into mine. "I know you are wondering as to why I felt ill, that is a question I cannot answer. Greg was reffering to you and your..." I closed my eyes in disgust "Lady friends, I have felt uncomfortable before, but this was new John, entirely new. I felt sick to the pit of my stomach and I was angry, then again, I usually am... I couldn't bare to be in the room any longer, then he mentioned your... well, let's say, behind. That was the final straw. We had to leave before I vomitted."
I heard John attempt to stifle his laughter, poorly, may I add. He noticed that I had seen and he practically rolled off of my knee and onto the tiles where he laid on his back laughing like a maniac. I couldn't help but stare in disbelif, I thought John could be trusted with my thoughts, apparently not. I will keep them to myself in the future. I stood so that I could leave the man I love on the floor while he ridiculed me but I felt hands grab at my wrist pulling me down ontop of John. I caught myself on the tiles, my arms holding most of my weight off of the man below.
He grasped my face between both of his hands and began planting soft kisses on all of my features and continued to softly chuckle to himself. "Oh Sherlock." He planted another kiss on my temple. "You are so silly sometimes." another kiss on my cheek bone. "What you felt, Sherlock." I felt his lips press to the tip of my nose. "Was jealousy..." Then his lips colided finally colided with mine.
Since when was I, Sherlock Holmes envious?
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Eastern Winds (JohnLock)
FanficSherlock had a lucky escape after Mycroft summoned his brother back to England since Moriarty has returned. The only thing Sherlock has been able to think about is not about Moriarty but his blogger, John Watson.
