True Love

4.

Sherlock was waiting outside my apartment door when I had arrived back from work.
"I brought some Chinese food. I remembered it's your favourite," Sherlock said, lifting the bag he held in his hand up to show me. I unlocked the door and we walked into the apartment, Sherlock setting the food on the table.

"I'm just going to use your bathroom, if you don't mind," he said, looking around.
"Of course, it's the first door on the left," I smiled, watching him go in. I set the table, placing a few candles down.

•••

After our meal, Sherlock and I lay on the couch, cuddling into each other and watching some cheesy romcom that Sherlock found. I could feel the warmth of his body spread through mine as he hugged into me, his head laying delicately on my chest. I kept playing with his hair, my fingers getting caught up in the curls that covered his head. He looked up at me, his beautiful eyes sparkling.
"Do you want to go to bed? I'm, tired," Sherlock smiled.
"Yeah, let's go," I replied, kissing him lightly on the forehead.

Sherlock got up first, then took my hand, and I led him through to my room. We stood for a moment, gazing into each others eyes, then I grabbed his shirt and pulled him in closer, our lips locking. When I pulled away, I noticed that Sherlock was smiling as our heads leaned against each other, my hands on his waist, his arms wrapped around my neck. I leaned in again, kissing him for longer this time. One of my hands made it up to his soft cheek, the other on the back of his head, running through his hair.

One of Sherlock's hands made it's way  under my shirt, and I felt his fingers running up and down my side slowly, then his hand was on my back and he pulled me in even closer. I started unbuttoning his shirt, slipping it off of his torso. I pulled away for a moment to catch my breath, and Sherlock started kissing my neck. The feeling made me tingled inside, and I let out a slight groan. I could hear Sherlock giggle as he lifted the bottom of my shirt, bringing it over my head.

I looked into Sherlock's eyes and bit my lip slightly. I took a moment to look at Sherlock, who seemed to be one of those silently ripped guys, the ones who look skinny but have a six pack. Sherlock placed his hands in the back pocket of my jeans and pulled my in closer again. Our bodies touched and I felt his soft flesh against mine. I walked closer to the bed and then pushed Sherlock down, pinning his arms on the bed and giving him a soft grin. I brought my head closer to his ear.
"Shhhhh," I whispered, before making my way down to the top of his jeans and undoing the zipper.

Sherlock's hands twisted into the bed sheets and he let out a slight whimper.