John's Birthday Surprise.

ch 5

Sherlock yawned and sat up groggily. John lay asleep next to him, his chest rising and falling softly. Sunlight streamed through the open curtains and danced around the room, a beam falling on Sherlock's face.

"Bloody hell." Sherlock blinked and moved closer to John, away from the light.

John stirred and opened his eyes. Stifling a yawn, he sat up and rubbbed his eyes. "Hmm? What's wrong?"

"The sun was in my eyes. We're in Scotland, there's not even meant to be any sun."

John chuckled and gave Sherlock a soft kiss. "How was your sleep?"

Sherlock smiled and found John's hand. "Great, we might have to get a bed like this back home."

"If we can fit it in the bedroom, that is. Anyway, any plans for today?"

"Oh, I have something planned..." Sherlock trailed off with a smirk.

"Is it bad I'm slightly scared?"

"I think you'll like it. Call it your final birthday gift, if you will. I put a lot of thought into this."

"Okay, now I'm definitely scared."

Sherlock laughed and pulled John off the bed. John moaned, clutching the covers to his chest.

"No, it's too cold without them!"

"It's hot in the shower." Sherlock whispered in John's ear.

John dropped the covers and grabbed Sherlock's hand. "Why didn't you say that in the first place?"

They walked to the huge bathroom, John again in awe of it's size. Quickly, he yanked his boxers off while Sherlock turned the shower on. The next thing he felt was a pair of arms pinning him against the wall. Sherlock stood looming in front of him, his eyes locked on John's.

"Really should give me some warning, John. I'm still learning to look and not touch."

"I don't care if you touch. In fact, I-I want you to."

"Don't tempt me."

"I mean it."

"Not yet. Soon, I promise, but, not yet."

Sherlock cupped John's face and kissed him, his thumbs stroking John's cheeks. John placed his hands on Sherlock's bare chest. "You're such a tease. Why do we have to wait?"

"Just...trust me."

John sighed and pulled his hands back. Sherlock tilted his head up and looked him in the eyes. "What's wrong?"

John ignored him and stepped into the shower. Sherlock, somewhat angrily, turned him round to face him. The hot water poured on top of them, droplets rolling down their faces. "John, what is it?!"

"Nothing! Okay? Nothing!"

"That's not true! Tell me what's wrong!"

"I just feel like..." John rubbed his eyes with balled up fists.

"Feel like what?"

"Like you don't love me!"

Sherlock's mouth popped opened in shock. "...What?" He couldn't believe it; had he heard John correctly?

"It's just, you-you never go all the way with me. Its always just kissing and wandering hands, but I want more than that! I love you, Sherlock, and I just wish you'd talk to me. Lately I just feel like you're being so distant...I just want to know why you don't want to do anything with me. Am I not what you want? I'd do anything, be anything for you. But you just have to let me know what you want, Sherlock! It just seems like you don't really love me." John's voice cracked and he turned away from Sherlock.

"John." Sherlock's voice was soft. "You complete idiot. I love you more than anything in this world! Don't you understand I want you so much? This is my first relationship, and I'm determained to do this right. I've never found something that I can't figure out straight away. And I guess I've grown to used to that. But this is love, and this is so much more difficult than any crime or puzzle. But I promise to you, I'll do everything right for you. But that just means you have to be patient. Everything is new to me John, I'm just trying to do right by you. Okay?"

"So...you do want me?"

"John I would have you right now if I could."

"Those are the words every boyfriend wants to hear." John laughed and pulled Sherlock in for a hug. He felt so much better now he knew what what going on.

Sherlock turned the shower off, jumped out and handed John a towel. "Come on, big day ahead."

"How big?"

Sherlock flashed a brilliant smile. "Big."