John Grows A Beard (Johnlock Oneshot)

John Grows A Beard

Long time no see!

In honour of the wonderful Martin Freeman gracing us with that oh so glorious beard at the BAFTA award ceremony this month, I decided to write this cute little one shot. I wrote it in like 20 minutes and I haven't proofread it yet, so excuse any errors. I'll check it later. Anyways. ENJOY THIS JOHNLOCK ONE SHOT!!! Hope you like it!!

Xoxo,
Molly

AN 25.08.2018: Well it's not a one shot anymore as I created a second chapter. So enjoy this two shot? Lol, have fun!

John shuffles out of his room rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His pyjama trousers lie low on his hips as his white undershirt rides up slightly revealing just a hint of tan, defined muscles. Sherlock's eye are closed softly as he remains stationed in his chair with his hands in the pray position against his full, cupid bow lips. His heartbeat quickens at the sound of John's familiar, comforting presence and smiles slightly. John places a soft kiss atop Sherlock's head.

"Good morning, love." John whispers gruffly in Sherlock's ear.

An unfamiliar sensation scratches against Sherlock's prominent cheek. His eyes snap open; dilating in tenfold as his head whips quickly to the side to look at John.

Sherlock's heart pounds in his chest as his breathing hitches in his throat. Sherlock reaches his long, slender fingers to his blogger's cheek feeling the coarse sensation beneath his fingertips. John's cheeks, chin, and upper lip is covered in half-inch long blonde hair. Each hair sticks in a different direction as Sherlock strokes his fingers against the soft, but coarse facial hair in mesmerisation. His chaotic mind, quiet for once as his senses zone in on his blogger's new look.

John looks bashfully at the ground as a soft shade of pink graces his cheeks. "I thought I'd change it up a bit. The moustache didn't work for me, but I thought perhaps... maybe... never mind it was stupid. I'm sorry." John says embarrassed, stepping away from Sherlock.

Sherlock reaches out and grabs John's hand pulling him back. John falls onto Sherlock's lap and positions his legs to straddle around Sherlock's small waist. Sherlock reaches both hands up to John's face, feeling the scruff against his palms. He traces his thumb along John's jawline is awe. John sits on Sherlock's lap at a complete loss for words. Sherlock's expression is like he's just seeing the world for the first time. Like his eyes have finally opened and his seeing everything in a new light. It's a look John has never seen before. It's a look that makes John's heart swell and fall even in more love with his detective.

Sherlock brings John's face to his and places a tender kiss on his lips. Their lips barely touch, but the sensation ignites both their souls on fire. Sherlock pulls away and nudges his face against John's scruffy beard as a soft, sensual moan escapes his lips. Sherlock place soft kisses against every inch of John's bearded face as John's eyes remain closed in pure bliss.

Sherlock makes it back to John's lips and kisses John's moist lips as he rubs his scruff with the pad of his thumb. They remain in their bubble of kisses and delicate touches for seconds or minutes or even hours long. They can't be sure.

They pull away breathing heavily with hearts pounding in synchronise and eyes dilated. They rest their foreheads against each other and peer into each other's eyes.

"I take it you like it." John says smiling playfully.

Sherlock smiles mischievously and picks John up so quickly and swiftly that John would have lost his balance and plummeted to the ground if Sherlock didn't have such a secure hold on him.

"Sherlock! What are you..." John shouts, but his words are cut off by Sherlock mashing his lips against John's with lust filled force. The tightness in his trousers has almost certainly become unbearable. For the both of them.

"Shut up, John." Sherlock says deeply, and John finally realises Sherlock's motive. A smile breaks across his face in triumph as they pass through the door and into their bedroom.

"You definitely like it." Sherlock tosses John onto the bed roughly and climbs on top of John, straddling his waist.

"God yes." Sherlock whispers in ecstasy as they begin one of the most memorable mornings of their lives.

AN: I hope you liked it! Let me know what you think as I'd greatly appreciate all your feedback <3

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Xoxo,
Molly