To Be So Young And In Love

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or anything.

Author's note: Please review! Thank you and I hope you enjoy this. This was going to be longer, but I have so much to do!

Sherlock and John's parents were a little hesitant to let them go all the way to London on their own but with pleading and the 'we're-your-babies-you-love-us-let-us-go-please' look they gave in and let them have their way. The one thing everyone knew was that Sherlock and John could look after themselves. And each other. John was fit and a very good fighter, his reflexes were astonishing. Sherlock, well, he was so clever that if anyone was planning to hurt them he'd know in advance and use his brains to get out of the situation. So together they were a formidable pair.

The evening before their anniversary they slept in John's bed, their clothes and stuff for tomorrow on the side.

Sherlock slipped into the small bed beside John and cuddled up to him.

"I'm so excited for tomorrow! Ten years! I mean... ten years, Sherlock!" John said excitedly.

"I am aware." Sherlock smirked.

John chuckled "I know it's obvious, Sherlock, but it's ten years! I'm not surprised, I know that this will last; I'm just saying that this is nice! Ten years." John repeated.

"I know." Sherlock said.

"I can't wait for tomorrow!" John said excitedly.

"Well, you'll have to wait, as I shall, though I am impatient for the day to come. Maybe, we could, if you're not tired, perhaps, do something we love to make time seem to go faster." Sherlock suggested.

"Hmm, what are you thinking?" John asked with a smile.

"Oh, well, you must deduce that." Sherlock said.

John chuckled "Well, who knows you better than I do?" he asked.

"Nobody." Sherlock grinned.

"Correct, so I think I know exactly what you're thinking." John said and tangled their legs together. John placed his hand on the back of Sherlock's neck and pulled him in closer. Sherlock wrapped his arms around John's waist and pulled his boyfriend's body closer. Their lips met and the kiss quickly turned passionate and heated, their moans becoming more frequent and louder. Sherlock rolled John over so John was on his back and Sherlock was on top of him.

"Boys!" Alan walked into the room.

Sherlock sat up and John blushed.

"We weren't. We were just kissing." John said quickly.

"I know, I know. You're fifteen. I was fifteen too once, you know. Also, I trust you. You promised. I'm pretty sure this is probably what Julie walked in on, am I right? You kissing but just that?" Alan asked.

Sherlock and John nodded.

"Well, just to say that you're being really loud. And we're all trying to sleep. I know you're excited for your anniversary. Just, try to sleep, please. I have to stay up to wait for Harry to come home, and I don't really want to be hearing this." Alan said. Alan had always been a very calm and rational man; both were big characteristics that John had inherited from his father.

"Okay. Sorry, dad." John said and Sherlock rolled off of John and lay next to him.

"That's alright. Just, go to sleep." Alan said and closed the door.

Sherlock and John faced each other and John chuckled "Someone interrupts every time!" John said.

Sherlock laughed and nodded "Well, when we're older that won't be a problem. We can have our own home."