To Be So Young And In Love

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

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John was slowly and gently pulled into wakefulness by a warm and welcome pressure against his lips. He knew what and who it was. Sherlock was kissing him gently.

As soon as John was awake enough he responded by opening his mouth and slipping his tongue into Sherlock's inviting mouth. Sherlock's tongue danced with John's in a lazy yet meaningful dance.

Eventually John opened his eyes and found himself in the dark French hotel room.

"What time is it?" he whispered.

"About half past five. I couldn't sleep." Sherlock said and added "Sorry."

"No need to apologise. I'd rather be awake if you're having trouble sleeping." John said.

Sherlock had been hovering over John, but he slowly rolled so he lay next to him instead, staring up at the ceiling.

John's eyes had adjusted quickly to the dark and he rolled onto his side to face Sherlock and he took his boyfriend's hand gently.

"Is your head too loud?" John asked.

"So many thoughts. It does make things difficult." Sherlock sighed and turned his head to look at John.

"How can I help?" John whispered.

"You being awake is helping a great deal. Your presence always helps because you focus my thoughts." Sherlock explained.

John smiled and squeezed Sherlock's hand gently.

"You understand, John. You really do. Other people either don't bother, or they don't try hard enough. But you just get it... you get me." Sherlock admitted.

"I can say the same for you. Other people, they try to push me around, telling me to be a Doctor, you never push me to do anything. And that's what I need. Others think they can guide me, but you know that I must find my own way." John said fondly.

"We're the perfect match." Sherlock said with a smile.

"Yes we are." John smiled and shuffled closer, giving Sherlock a small kiss.

"Do you want to get married, John?" Sherlock asked after a few moments of content silence.

"Is that a proposal?" John asked.

"No, no, just a question. You have never really spoken about it." Sherlock said.

"Good. Because if that was your proposal our parents would be so annoyed that it was just a passing comment in bed and not some flattering and wonderful story." John said and then took a moment to think "I think... marriage can mean a great deal to some people, and then nothing to someone else. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Sherlock. I don't need to marry you to know that and to promise to be with you forever. But I think it would be nice. What do you think?" John asked.

"I think that in the future it would be a good choice. I am of the same opinion as you in the respect that I do not need to marry you to commit myself to you completely. I'm already completely committed. But marriage does hold many advantages that are logical as well as it would be nice to call you my husband." Sherlock said the last bit with a smile.

"I'd love to be able to call you my husband as well." John said with a grin.

"In the future, that would be good." Sherlock smiled.

"Very good." John smiled.

"Do you want kids?" Sherlock suddenly asked.

"What's with all the questions about our future?" John asked.

"I just want you to have what you want." Sherlock explained.

John felt so loved by Sherlock.

"I have exactly what I want right now. I have you, which will always be what I need and want most. Sherlock, I don't know what our future holds for us, but when it comes we'll go for it together. And though love and relationships are about compromise, if you don't want something then I would never force you into it. I love you so much. Right now, for me, that's all that matters. The future is a mystery that we will solve as we go along, love." John said and kissed Sherlock's cheek.

"Well aren't you wise this morning." Sherlock said cheekily.

"Well, half five must really work for me and my brain. Are you okay, Sherlock?" John asked.

"I'm fine. I just want you to have the best." Sherlock said.

"I do have the best. He's lying in this bed with me, he's gorgeous, he's clever, I want the very best for him too and he needs to stop worrying. That's my job." John reassured him.

"You are very good at that job." Sherlock smiled.

"Thank you." John gave Sherlock's lips one more peck "Has your brain quietened down? Because we still have about three hours until we need to wake up." John asked.

"Yes. You really helped. Sleep well, John." Sherlock said gently and snuggled in closer to John.

John ran his hands through Sherlock's hair soothingly and said "You too."

John waited until Sherlock was asleep until he let himself drift off back into his dreams.

In the morning Mr McDonald looked around the room at breakfast and noticed that Sherlock and John were the only students not up yet.

"Excuse me. Does anybody know where Sherlock and John are?" he called over the class.

"We couldn't wake them up, sir." Piers answered.

"Okay, thank you." Mr McDonald nodded and made his way up to the hotel room with the master key that he had been given in case of any emergencies with his students.

He knocked on the door and called through but got no answer. He put the key in and opened the door. Light was streaming in through the windows and Sherlock and John were fast asleep.

Sherlock lay on his stomach with his head resting on John's chest. And John had his hands fisted in Sherlock's pyjama top.

"Sherlock? John? Boys, it's time to wake up." Mr McDonald said loudly.

John groaned and pulled Sherlock closer. Sherlock opened his eyes blearily and said "Tired..." and closed them again.

"Come on, fellows. Everyone is waiting for you." Mr McDonald pushed.

John slowly blinked his eyes open and looked up at the teacher.

"Sir?" he questioned.

"What time did you guys go to sleep?" Mr McDonald frowned.

"The same time as everyone else. But Sherlock woke up really early and we chatted for a while. What's the time?" John asked.

"Nine o'clock." Mr McDonald said.

John sat up really quickly and got out of bed.

"We're sorry. Sherlock. Sherlock, get up!" John shook Sherlock.

"Tired, John..." Sherlock said.

"Come on! We're late, love!" John said.

Sherlock groaned and sat up.

"Alright, I'm up."

In a very rushed ten minutes they made their way downstairs and were met by annoyed students waiting to leave.

John grabbed two bananas and gave one to Sherlock; it would fill them up for the morning at least. They linked hands and made their way to the coach with the rest of the group.