Eastern Winds (JohnLock)

Chapter 21 - The Morning After.

A/N: omg I know that I sometimes take forever to update, but recently I've had my mock exams and alot has come been creeping up at college, and I realllllllly need to buckle down. I've also had loads of dancing competitions which have taken up my weekends, but after tommorow night I'm a free girl again! or at least for a few weeks, Please bare with me til then guys, I'm trying my best to keep up with the story but you know... CANNOT thank you guys enough!-ly

-Eden x

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Sherlock's P.O.V;

I awoke with my limbs tangled with John's.

My John.

Last night was the first time I felt truly human, sure  I probably succumbed to women during my drug days, but this. What me and John have, what we expirienced together. It was entirely different. My thoughts stopped entirely the only thing that drove me were my animalistic urges and it had been blissful.

I softly brushed my lips against the cheek of the man laying asleep in my arms, it roused him from his slumber and his eyelids fluttered open so that he was looking straight at me with his deep sea eyes. I could swim for hours in them, but as he captured my lips with his own, I couldn't keep my eyes open. "G'mornin' Sherl'k" His voice was hoarse from his sleep and I couldn't help but grin at my doctor. "Good morning, my dear Watson." Planting yet another kiss on his cheek, I became rather aware of the lack of clothing. Clearing my throat I sat up so that my back was against the cool bedframe, I pulled John to my chest, wrapping my arms around him further. I burried my face in his toussled blonde hair taking in his scent.

It was then I noticed the damage I had caused last night. There were multiple lines of raised skin on his back which had turned a light shade of red. I followed the lines that lead to his hips, where small purple bruises had formed in the shape of my fingertips. I instinctivley reached my hand out in order to soothe the pain I had caused John which was stopped by him taking my hand in his. He pulled his head from my chest and studied my face. It must have been dominated by pure worry rather than the love I felt spending the morning in bed beside him. "Sher, I'm fine." I was not convinced.

"John, look at what I've done. Jesus, you're covered in bruises and scratch marks... I should've had more self contr-"

"Nope."

"No?"

"You heard me Sherlock, Nope. You don't need to have self control in that department, you need even less..." He winked as he trailed off suggestively. Before our conversation could continue my phone beeped signalling that I had recieved a new text message. It was from Lestrade, he had narrowed down the possiblity of two locations where Moriarty would be hiding. I suspect Mycroft had helped.

"UP! UP JOHN! We need to go to Scotland Yard." I jumped out of bed and a searing pain shot up my spine, I composed myself so that John needn't know that I was injured too. I began to pull on fresh boxers and trousers as I watched John stand, he limped to the draw, Oh God. He Limped.

"John, you seem to be having a problem over there. Need some help?" I raise an eyebrow as he turns to face me. "I could get you your cane from upstairs." I could feel the corners of my mouth twitching atleast it was the pleasure I had caused that had brought him such pain. He scoffed from accross the room "Piss off, you know full well this is your fault." He wiggles his finger at me accusingly. "And These!!!" He gestures to his neck line and his collar bones which were currently covered in bite marks and bruising "How am I going to explain this. Oh and Sher. Your own marks are matching mine." He smirked. I glanced at myself in the mirror noting the purple marks covering my neck, I ignore them as they can be easily concealed by my scarf but I notice one mark in the crevice between my earlobe and jawbone, Oh John.

"Like I said Sherlock. I'm Yours, and you are most certainly mine."

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It wasn't long until we reached The Yard, everyone there well aware of our relationship after Lestrades constant 'hilarious' remarks so we felt comfortable to walk in hand in hand. John too was wearing one of my scarfs today, luckily it was a chilly morning so went unnoticed by most. However, John's limp was noticeable as was the love bite on my jaw. Walking into Lestrade goldfish-bowl office he noticed. Oh god did the man notice John carefully lowering himself into the chair. His eyes were already glistening and his thoughts racing trying to come up with yet another wise crack about our intamacy when I heard him gasp. He has finally spotted the love bite, it only took him 6.2 seconds, rather impressive in comparison to his usual deductive skills.

"So boys, fun night I'm guessing? Can no longer call you 'the virgin' now can we buddy?" He patted me on the back as he gestured for me to take a seat beside John, who was blushing furiously.

"Greg, I swear to God. You even try to test me today I will let Sherlock go full on, well. Sherlock on you all day."

"Well aslong as I don't recieve the same Sherlock treatment you do."

John began to mutter between laughs "So help me God."

I decided to join. "Lestrade, although I'm enticed by your two's fun and games, Yes me and John engaged in the act of physical intamcy last night, there is no need to continue to torment my John." 

"Your John?"

John sighed. "Oh God, please no. Not this again..." He was Rubbing his face with his hands. "Greg, mate. Please, lets just say it was his jealousy that has lead to this bloody limp! If you hadn't mentioned my arse in the first place It might not be searing with bloody pain!" Lestrade was horrified. He choked out a single sentence before gving up on the subject. "Too. Much. Bloody. Information."

"That's my John." I smiled at him. "Yes Detective Inspector, he is mine and I am his, we can give you all the details if you like? number of times, positions..." It was fun to watch the man squirm beneath my gaze, he used the palm of his hands to cover his ears so that he could no longer hear anything. "Look, you two love eachother, yeah? Don't deny it, I see the way you look at eachother. You're better people now, so bloody go for gold. Shag your brains out. But I BEG YOU don't tell me about it. Ok?"

He removed his hands as we all chuckled before setting to work.