Honey, You Should See Me In A Crown

Part 2

"I'm sorry John, we should of told you sooner, I know that but please just accepted it." an ashamed Sherlock mumbled flicking his eyes from John to the floor at his feet, while his partner slowly scuttled out of the tardis. "No! No, no not him you can't be with him! He's dead! No, no!" John rambled on bewilderment increasing with every word and a mix of pain and anger hitting him as he came to terms with it. "And even if he's not dead, which is clearly the case, he tried to kill you, twice! And me, and Lestrade, and Mrs Hudson! Does none of this matter to you? No, no no no!" John took a seat whilst shaking his head in a confused manner. "Look I know this will be hard for you... but you will come to terms with it, it will get easier. Just..."

"No! No you don't for once Sherlock Holmes doesn't know!" John slammed his fist on the table "for once Sherlock Holmes is wrong no this will not get easier because no I will not accept it! No, just no!" John stormed out of the room emphasising the pounding of his feet on the floor. He pushed through a door with a decorative sign saying 'bedroom'

Sherlock made his way in Johns footsteps but was stopped by an arm in tweed "No I'll go, you let him cool off for a bit." the familiar Northampton accent answered before following John.

"It's okay hunny, he will accept me at some point. I mean I must be special to have captured the heart of the one and only Mr Sherlock Holmes." Moriarty made his way over to Sherlock, he put his lean hands on Sherlocks perfectly angular shoulders and spun him round, a smirk appearing on his face. "I captured the heart of Mr Sherlock Holmes." Jim clasped his sight onto Sherlock's infinite eyes, leant in and just before their lips touched murmured "Mr Sherlock Holmes." Their lips collided, Sherlock's mouth opened and Moriarty slipped his tongue inside Sherlock's mouth. Jim played with Sherlock's tongue before tickling his teeth. He then grabbed Sherlock's sharp hips and pushed them into his own. By now he could feel the stiff hard lump concealed by Sherlock's trousers. "We better go into the tardis, there are children here you know?" Moriarty slyly answered to Sherlock whilst staring down at both his and Sherlock's bulging trousers. They scurried back into the tardis.

Meanwhile the doctor sat on the edge of John's bed, with his arm around John's shoulder. "What's happened has happened. It's all in the past now. Don't let it stop your friendship with Sherlock, I know just how much he means to you." The doctor comforted John whilst glancing around at the room. A red theme running through it: red curtains, red pillows, a picture of red poppies hanging from the wall. "You like red then?" The Doctor chuckled to himself.

The room was still.

"I hate it" the small murmur that was John broke the silence "it's the..." John paused to cough "the wife. She loves it." The doctors face turning to that not dissimilar to that of a beaten puppy. "Well women know best don't they?" The Doctor joked while solemnity and sadness drowned his eyes. "Not always." John cleared his throat whilst wiping away the tear that had been gradually making it's way down his face "Women get it wrong too. But you don't." The Doctor sat quiet, not wanting to disrupt the silence John had created. "I've been with Sherlock long enough to deduce that much." John chuckled to himself and turned his head to the Doctor. There eyes interlocked, Johns filling with longing and the Doctor's with fear. John leaned in tilting his head until his lips pressed softly against the Doctor's.

The Doctor kissed back.