Soulmate Au but it's Johnlock! (UNDER HEAVY EDITING- 10/19/2020)

"What if the moon's still up?"

  The family sat down and watched the Telly and Sherlock and John instinctively sat together. John sighed contently as he felt Sherlock's arm behind his shoulders. John looked at Sherlock and was mesmerized by his perfect beauty. John took his hand that was resting on Sherlock's lap and intertwined their fingers. He brought their hands up and he kissed the back of Sherlock's hand. Sherlock looked over to John and smiled. John felt his heart skip a beat and he kissed Sherlock. "I love you," John whispered, returning his head to Sherlock's shoulder, nuzzling against his side to get closer and more comfortable. John felt Sherlock's curls as he rested his head on John's, willingly trapping John in a half hazardous embrace. "I love you, too, John." Sherlock muttered as he combed his gentle and nimble fingers through John's hair, massaging his scalp, soothing his nerves.

  After the family settled for bed, John's mum made Sherlock set up a spot on the couch, to 'Protect her boy.' "It's okay. John and I have had sleepovers before." Sherlock reassured. "No," She shouted, "That's no good. You're going to end up having gay sex, or whatever!" Sherlock's eyes widened as his face flushed up and he looked back to John, who spit up his drink. John was left with a coughing fit at the table. "Ophelia, come on. They're bound to discover that sometime. I mean, they're soulmates, for Heaven's sake." John's aunt defended. "And, It's not like sex alarms me." Sherlock added, turning back to look at John's mother, making John laugh, causing his coughs to become more violent. "And, how would you know?" She asked, but John was praying to god that Sherlock would keep his mouth shut and put his head down. "I'll be on the sofa," Sherlock simply muttered, walking to the sofa and sitting down. "If he sleeps down here, then so do I," John said, climbing the stairs. He opened the door of his room and dragged his duvet and pillows down the stairs. He dropped the duvet and pillow in a pile next to the sofa. John took Sherlock's lining blanket and laid it out flat, on the carpeted floor. He then took the comforter his mum threw over the side for Sherlock to use, and folded it into a square. John put that next to his pillow to act as Sherlock's. John sat down and patted the spot next to him for Sherlock to sit down as well. "You're quite resourceful, John." Sherlock decides with a smile, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it on the couch.

  "So, now that we're soulmates and all, do you wanna...?" John trailed off his sentence as he traced his name on Sherlock's chest with his gentle fingers. "As much as I want to," He said, "And, trust me, I do want to," Sherlock kissed John briefly, "that's way too predictable." He laughed. "So, then, what do you want to do?" John asked. "I have no idea." Sherlock shrugged as he blankly stared at the ceiling. "Did Mycroft let you and Greg put a Telly in your sitting room yet?" John asked. "Nope," John laughed and stretched his arm up to reach the remote. He turned the Telly on and went on BBC one to see what they had on. "The Hobbit!" John yelped in excitement, as he's alway shown a great passion for this movie. John snuggled up against Sherlock's side and watched it with him.

As the movie went on, Sherlock actually fell asleep. John heard Sherlock groan as he tried to find a comfortable spot next to John moving and scooching, tossing and turning, but to no avail. John felt bad. He sat up and nudged Sherlock, who was responsive after the fourth whisper of his name and the fifth prod to his bony, yet masculine shoulder. "Hnnnnm?" Sherlock whined as his eyes slowly blinked open. "C'mon," John whispered as he leaned down to kiss Sherlock with a smile, "Let's go to bed." John whispered next to Sherlock's ear. Sherlock groggily sat up and wiped his eyes and moved his curls from his eyes. "But, your mum...?" Sherlock trailed off as he stretched and widened his jaw to let a sweet yawn escape his throat. "... Is my mum and I'm her defiant, teenage son? Exactly! Plus, it's not like we're going to have sex tonight," John defended. Sherlock's eyebrows rose quickly, but he nodded, nonetheless. Sherlock stood up and tossed the blanket and comforter onto the sofa cushions, waiting for John to lead the way, as if he'd never been to John's bedroom beforehand. As John quietly made his way up the stairs and down the hall to his room, Sherlock followed suit. Once the pair made it to John's room, he laughed as Sherlock plopped on John's mattress. John sighed a bit in defeat and crawled onto the bed with his duvet being dragged behind, were Sherlock was beckoning for him, wrapping them both in the warm and soft duvet. There, the two cuddled and rarely placed sweet kisses on one another and whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears. John couldn't have been more on cloud nine at that moment. He loved Sherlock, and he wasn't afraid to say it. They told each other jokes and stories of before they met. John ended up drifting off to sleep, wrapped in his soulmate's arms.
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  Sherlock woke up slowly. He was engulfed in warmth and the scent of freshly cooked eggs, sausage, and scones filled his nose. Sherlock looked down and saw that he was in a deep cuddle with John, who only sighed contently as he nuzzled against Sherlock's best. Sherlock yawned and stretched his body out, before tearing John's arms off of him waking him. "Five more minutes...!" John yawned with a groan as he hung onto Sherlock's waist as he tried to stand. "John, I need to pee," Sherlock warned. John let out a wine as he slowly released his grip on Sherlock.

  "Good Morning, Boys!" John's aunt sang as she heard the three teenage boys making their way down the stairs tiredly. They sat at the table, where Sherlock sat next to John. Sherlock peacefully are his breakfast, which was really good. He could definitely get used to waking up next to John and he had a feeling John felt the same way.

  "Look, the moons still out," John's aunt muttered in amusement as she looked out the window above the sink, where she was doing the early washing up. John and Sherlock looked at each other and laughed.