To Be So Young And In Love

Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or anything.

Author's note: I apologise for the slight delay. And I am very sad to say that delays will become a little more frequent as in September I am going to college, and the work is going to be full on and tough. I will try my absolute best to get chapters up once or twice a week; I really will try my best. I am so grateful for all your support and I love writing this fic, but I do want to do well. But I will NOT give up on this story, I intend to go on till the end! So, yes, thank you and please review!

On the eighteenth of June it was Sherlock and John's tenth anniversary.

The week before Sherlock and John sat in Sherlock's room while John helped Sherlock do an experiment.

"What are we going to do on our anniversary? It's ten years, I think it should be special." John said as he sat on the bed watching Sherlock, sat at his desk, staring intently at the petri dish.

Sherlock looked up and said "I want it to be special too. Would you... would you like me to stop experimenting for a while to talk? Because though I would have to start again, I'd do that."

John grinned "No, no, you finish that. I can wait." He said and lay down to relax.

Ten minutes later Sherlock packed away his equipment "Done. And my predictions of the results were correct." He said and quickly went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

When he came back he crawled onto his bed where John lay and he lay on top of John, immediately burying his head in John's neck.

John sighed in content, tangled his hands in Sherlock's hair and wrapped his legs around Sherlock's waist.

Sherlock started with a few pecks and then started licking, nipping, and sucking on John's beautiful skin, the genius felt very pleased with the sounds John was making.

John felt the beginning of arousal and with reluctance he pushed Sherlock gently away. Sherlock held himself above John with his hands on either side of his boyfriend.

"Come on, get off. We need to talk about our anniversary, love." John said with a giggle at the look of Sherlock above him with his curly hair and lovely smile.

"I would, but I'm trapped between your legs. Not that I'm not enjoying this, I'm just saying... do you want to talk or carry on?" Sherlock asked.

John laughed and unwound his legs from Sherlock's waist. Sherlock rolled onto his back and lay next to John.

John took Sherlock's hand and held it between his own on top of his heart as they lay staring up at the ceiling.

"Well, I'm not telling you what I'm getting you. But, I want to do something during the day. We can take the day off school. I mean, we're hardly ever ill and we're good students, so we can take a day off like others take off for holidays." John said.

"Okay, well, what do you want to do?" Sherlock asked.

"Anything with you." John said.

"You are rather soppy, John." Sherlock said fondly.

"Hey, you can be too!" John defended himself.

Sherlock chuckled and then said "Come on, seriously now, what are we going to do?"

"We could go out to dinner?" John suggested.

"Hmm, yes, if I eat soup for dinner the night before and then nothing but a cracker or two for breakfast then dinner sounds nice!" Sherlock agreed.

John smiled "My dear, your oddness does both worry me and make me laugh."

"I know." Sherlock said and slipped his bare foot up John's jean leg, so he was stroking the skin there.

"Are you trying to distract me?" John asked.

Sherlock sighed and pulled his foot out of John's trouser. "Fine, right, so dinner? Oh, I know!" Sherlock grinned.

"Go, go go!" John said.

"Okay, so, we've been to London with our families, it isn't that far away. But I'd like to go just you and me. So, we could get a train to London, spend the day there, seeing the landmarks and spending time together. It is a beautiful city. And then in the evening we can have dinner there and get the train back." Sherlock suggested.

John sat up sharply and looked down at Sherlock with wide eyes.

"That. Is. Brilliant! I love you so much!" John said excitedly and straddled Sherlock's waist.

"So, is that a yes?" Sherlock smirked.

"Yes, yes, definitely! A day to London! Grrr, I want our anniversary to be now!" John pouted.

Sherlock slipped his hands up John's shirt and caressed John's back "Did you just growl?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe..." John smirked and leant down, soon their lips met and they moved together.

"Ewww, guys, get a room!" came a slurred voice from the doorway.

Sherlock and John returned their tongues to their own mouths and separated their lips, and then they looked to the doorway and found Harry. She was back from a party; she had frequently been going out recently. She usually got in after everyone was in bed and right now she was clearly drunk.

"What are you doing in my house?" Sherlock asked. It was quite late.

"I... I dunno? Funny, innit? I wanted to do something! Ah, well, forgot. Hey, soooo, you two gonna do it?" she asked and entered the room, stumbling slightly, but she caught herself.

"Harry, you stink! How much did you drink?" John asked, sitting up and leaning back against Sherlock's bent knees.

"Ohh, questions... I'll answer yours if you answer mine, hey? So, you done it yet? You had sex?" she whispered and knelt next to their bed, resting his chin on the mattress.

"Harry, firstly, that is none of your business. And secondly, go away!" John shouted.

"Oh, you havens... haven't. VIRGINS!" She shouted.

John was seething in anger.

"I'm taking her home. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you." John said and with a short kiss John got off of Sherlock and hauled Harry up. She put an arm around his shoulders and he helped her walk out.

Sherlock sighed and got out a book.

Once they arrived home Alan came down in his pyjamas.

"John? I thought you were staying at Sherlock's tonight." Alan frowned.

"I would be, but Harry ruined it! Uncle Ron and Aunt Kathy haven't gone to bed yet, so Harry could get in. She came up and started bothering me and Sherlock! I brought her back." John said angrily.

"Daddy... Johnny's a virginnn." She said as John passed her weight to Alan.

"Yes, we are aware." Alan said and with a pat on the shoulder to John, Alan helped Harry upstairs saying "I know you're too old for me to tell you what to do but I hope you stop getting this drunk, Harry. It isn't healthy."

John sighed and went to bed himself, feeling annoyed at Harry, but incredibly happy and excited at his and Sherlock's anniversary plans.