Together at Last

Cravings

I wake up covered in a thin layer of sweat, panting.

"Woah! Sherlock, calm down. You're okay, I've got you. Lie back down please."

John pulls me back down, cradling me close to him.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm fine."

He calms me down rather quickly, I dreamt he was with Moriarty.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"So long as you are okay, I'm fine."

"Another one?"

"Yeah."

My voice is muffled by his jacket, where I have my face pressed against him again. I'm glad the flu passed finally, was bloody horrible. I keep getting really bad cravings to get high, much to John's concern. I manage to keep most of it hidden, but his being here helps me think about something else. He keeps me close until I sit back up, the worse of things have passed for now.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Now, you haven't eaten in the past week."

I roll my eyes, hes always trying to convince me to eat something. It is good advice, he's right again. He makes me eat a little something, watching with concern.

"What?"

"Nothing."

He is staring at me, though its more of a comfortable gaze than a stare. I look back into his eyes, trapped suddenly by their beauty and depth. His hand brushes my hair from my forehead, lips gentle on my neck. He's teasing me again, avoiding my lips until I am literally shaking. My fingers find the buttons to his shirt quickly, still shaking. He runs his hand down my back, pressing me closer to him. Our lips crash together again, each of us becoming high off of the other. We are stumbling towards the sitting room now, tripping onto the couch. My head slams back into the sofa, Johns body crashing down on top of mine. It hurts, but I like it.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine."

We dont pull apart, words broken by kisses and heavy breathing. I need him, need him more than whatever it is I'm addicted to now. Its him, I am addicted to John Watson. Everything melts away around us, world burning away into nothing in the face of this one moment. We need to break for air eventually, staring into each others eyes.

"How many colours can your eyes be? Its brilliant honestly."

"Shut up."

I kiss him harder now, cutting off our conversation. He is still lying on top of me, shifting so he isnt directly across my stomach. I shiver as he kisses gently down my neck, slowly moving down my body. Its agonizing, waiting for him to make his way back to my lips.

"You weren't lying, where you?"

Another kiss comes before I answer.

"No, I wasn't. I truly am addicted again."

"I can tell. What is it this time?"

I kiss him hard, fingers tuning through his hair.

"You, and I think its getting worse."

His eyes lock on mine, fingers running down my chest.

"Good."

There is a devilish gleam in his eyes as he slides off of me fully, popping the button on my trousers. I let him, though all I want it him on top of me again. The gentle pressure of his lips on mine. My cell buzzes suddenly, breaking the trance we are in.

Lock your doors, be careful.- MH

We will. You too.- SH

"Who is it?"

"Brother."

I roll off the couch, strolling to check the door lock before coming back to John. He shoves me back onto the couch, smiling as he and I continue what we where doing. The gentle pressure of his lips soon gets harder, driving me crazy. He bites my ear, breathing heavily. This makes me press closer, he knows what I want. He keeps moving lower, very slowly. By the time he makes his way back up I am shaking again, though for a different reason.

"Okay?"

"Yes."

We lie here after, breathing heavily together. He lies his head on my chest, talking softly now. I tug a blanket from the chair, wrapping it around us. We fall asleep soon, though an open window rouses me a few hours later.

"John."

He wakes when I start shaking him gently, sitting up in confusion.

"Why is the window open?"

"It wasnt me."

"Shit."

He passes me my clothes, both of us dressing hurriedly. John grabs his gun, hands steady as he goes to check the hall for whomever is here. I run downstairs suddenly, Mrs. Hudson.

"Mrs. Hudson?"

"What's wrong Sherlock?"

I pull her into a tight hug, though it hurts like hell.

"What happened?"

"Window is open. We didnt do it."

"Is John okay?"

We jump at the sound of a gunshot, I leave Mrs. Hudson behind as I take the stairs two at a time.

"John!"

"Damn it!"

"What's wrong?"

"I bloody missed. Again!"

He tosses the gun down on the bed, coming back to me.

"Are you boys okay?"

Mrs. Hudson walks in, looking terrified. John pulls her over, the three of us sharing a long hug. The sun is coming up, painting the room a rose gold. Mrs. Hudson breaks away first, dragging us out to the kitchen. John stops me, re buttoning my shirt.

"They where uneven."

I kiss him again before we head out to meet Mrs. Hudson, who already has the kettle on.