JohnLock 3: Missing Sherlock

The Anniversary

A/N - The second half of this part is SWEET SMUT.  If you are offended by sex scenes and/or boy-on-boy love scenes STOP READING when Sherlock comes into the boys' room, or skip this part altogether and go to the next part.  It will not alter the story too much.  This part is here primarily to demonstrate how much my guys love each other and set up the drama to come.

Thank you to all my readers. Please enjoy the rest of the story of prince and his consort.

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The Prince and Sherlock, each hurrying to complete an errand, passed each other in the hallway. Noticing a distracted Locke as they passed, the Prince reached out and brushed his fingers against Locke's hand. Locke slowed his pace, turned back toward his prince, and strolled backward with a warm smile on his face. The Prince turned around also, and chewing his lower lip, walked a few steps backwards as well. The boys' eyes locked for a brief moment, and they both continued on their respective ways, each in a little better frame of mind.

Their Personal Guardians exchanged knowing looks and continued walking with brief nods to each other. The Guardians both started thinking about what special tasks they might be expected to perform this evening. Adrian, being relatively new to service under Locke, didn't let his thoughts go as widely afield as long-term Guardian of Prince John, Samson, who was used to speculating on the wildest things imaginable.

The Prince mused for a moment on his Sherlock's state of mind. Sherlock had seemed preoccupied and tense the last few nights. Prince John had been missing Sherlock's usually sweet self. That evening, John, pleased to have seen his Sherlock looking so much happier, planned something different for his love's evening.

Hurrying back to their apartment, he hoped to arrive there ahead of Sherlock. Much gratified, he managed to arrive first, a full half hour before Locke was expected.

Anticipating Sherlock's appearance, John made a couple of mood-setting preparations. He had Samson dousing candles all over the bedroom. He kept dousing lights until the room became bathed in the soft illumination for which John was looking. They left only a couple of sconces lighted, a few feet from the bed. Samson proffered a tray with a stemmed pot of fragrant Earl Grey accompanied by two tiny translucent China tea cups on gilt-edged saucers. John fussed a little with exactly where he should set the little tray table on which the tea service resided. He finally decided to put it on his side, so that he could pour for Sherlock instead of the other way around as was usual.

At the last moment, he decided against a small vase holding a single rose, and laid the long-stemmed bloom on Sherlock's pillow. Looking at the pretty picture it portrayed, he felt a little "gooey" inside.

Waiting in their quarters, sitting in the middle of their big feather bed, he continued fussing with the covers, glancing at the placement of the tray, the chairs, worrying that everything was perfect. Wearing little more than a smile, he climbed out on Locke's side of the bed, to smooth the covers again, his pretty backside covered in only a pair of his snug boxer-brief skivvies.

Sherlock stepped into the room, quietly closing the door, and glanced in John's direction. The Prince was climbing back onto the bed, walking on his knees across the covers, exposing his nearly naked self before settling in the middle of the bed. Spying John's beautiful bare chest, Locke's face split into a wide grin. He stepped into view, beamed a scintillating smile in John's direction, and glanced around at his Prince's careful preparations, taking special notice of the rose on his pillow.

Locke queried, "What's all this, Love?"

The Prince blushed prettily. "I wanted tonight to be special." He lowered his eyes, unconsciously fluttering his lashes. Locke was enchanted all over again. "Today is the anniversary of the first day we met...Didn't think you'd remember..." Locke moved slowly toward the bed, and pulled from behind his back a small posy of yellow rosebuds and baby's breath.