Eastern Winds (JohnLock)

Chapter 34 - Suit and Tie

John's P.O.V;

Dragging in armfuls of tesco carrier bags behind me, Mrs Hudson and I finally made it back to Baker Street. God knows that I only finished my physiotherapy last week and I'm already hauling her food across London. I don't mind entirely, it gets me out of the house since we haven't been on a case for months and I dont start back at the clinic until the PTSD has calmed down a little, so I have to be kept busy until then. With a sigh of relif I dropped the heavy bags onto the table in Mrs. Hudsons kitchen, I gave her a helping hand while she packed the food away before retiring back to 221b.

Once upstairs I discovered it to be empty. It was unusual for Sherlock to leave without a text or a quick phone call so he musn't have been gone for long, or he was planning on being back by now... I trudged to the kitchen before preparing some tea, this afternoons supermarket trip had really taken it out of me. With my two cups of tea and a handful of chocolate digestives I went to the living sinking comfortably into my chair while placing Sherlocks tea on the coffee table. Before I could finish my digestives he made his usual dramatic entrance, swinging the door wide open and striding into the flat with his coat flapping behind him. "Oh John, I only nipped to the yard to see if Lestrade had any cases so we could get you started out with me again but the trip took quite the turn! I got there only to find Mycroft had beaten me to the office. In good time I hasten to add!" He began to ramble on about his day but I was not prepared for the continuation of the story... "He must have been there for some time as I found Lestrade and my brother in quite a compromising position, lets just say, our friend Greg is quite the gymnast"

There was a familiar throaty chuckle while I sat there dumbstruck. I knew vaugely of Greg and Mycrofts relationship but I never thought... Well of course they must... Christ.

"Jesus, Sherlock, too much information." I was now joining in with the laughter. This will be beautiful blackmailing material when Greg refuses to buy me a pint back!

"John! I had to see it first hand, my brother and my Lestrade and they call us hormonal, honestly, I believe I'm scared for life..." He was feining horror as he threw his arms around me. I kissed him through our fit of giggles before hugging him closer. "So John, I am taking you out to dinner tommorow evening. I'm having a suit dropped of in the morning as none of your jumpers will do." I began to protest but he silenced me with another kiss, "John, I've told you how ravishing you look in jumpers, sometimes they're just not suitable attire."

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Mycroft had his men drop me off a tailored suit aronud noon, I didn't even bother asking as to how the older Holmes brother knew my measurements. After all Sherlock sized up Irene within five seconds of knowing her, let alone five years. I set the suit out in my old room before deciding to take a shower. Sherlock was downstairs with Mrs. Hudson doing only God knows what, that pair would be the death of me! The feeling of the warm water rolling over my body is my second favourite feeling, the first being Sherlock's hands running over my body instead. Maybe after this dinner we could have another night like the one I will always treasure. In the back of my mind there is that nagging fear that he will be disgusted with the new scar, he could cope with one yes. but two? Who knows, all I know is that I can't carry on without his touch anymore.

I took extra care in styling my hair tonight, making sure the now-greying, sandy blonde tufts were stuck down with the help of some product. I changed into my suit, it was a deep navy colour with black lapels and a faint tartan pattern and a rather luxurious feeling, crisp white shirt. Placing the thin black tie around my neck, I fasted the button of my jacket and tied the laces on my new dress shoes, I made my way back to the living room where Sherlock was calling for me to 'hurry up'.

"John, our reservation is in half an hour and we still have to get a cab please rush." He had his back to me, standing in window staring out into the night whilst wearing one of his signature suits which was hugging his bum tightly, God, even from behind he was gorgeous. He tightened his scarf before grabbing his coat and turning to greet me "You take so long to get re-" He gasped. Force of habit caused me to turn around surveying the area behind me for an intruder, nothing caused Sherlock to gasp. Satisfied we were alone I faced him again to see his eyes brimming with lust and desire."Oh, John. You look... fantastic, that suit it fits perfectly and the colour, oh your eyes look... I'm talking to much aren't I? John you are beautiful." He was suddenly blinking extremely fast and his mouth was opening and shutting at a rapid pace as he though he was searching for the right words, meanwhile his eyes never stopped running over my body. I wormed my arms around his neck working my fingers into the loose curls at his nape. "You're not usually lost for words, so I will take that as a compliment my love." I pulled him down into a passionate kiss. It was short but Sherlock's desire had been evident as he nibbled on my lips while digging his fingers into my hips. "I love you Sherlock."

"I love you too John. Come now, we must leave."