A little thing called love

Chapter Seven:

John wonders where Mrs. Hudson went. A few minutes after she left he stood. He stretched a little, lifting his arms above his head and arching his back. A few pops and a groan from his lips later he sighs, returning his arms to his sides. He yawns as he pads, barefoot into the bedroom, grabbing some clothes before padding to the bathroom. He felt a little gross so he stripped and turned on the water to the shower. He caught his reflection in the mirror. He moves to the side and places his hands on his tummy. It was warm and hard. He moves around, looking at his stomach. He wonders how he will look with a baby bump. He shrugs before he gets into the shower.

John just stepped out of the shower when he heard the kettle go off. He freezes, wondering if he had put it on. He dries quickly and throws on his clothes before walking out of the bathroom, noting how the kettle stopped. He froze when he saw Sherlock, hunched over two mugs, poring the steaming water into them. John bit his lip." S-sherlock..?" He said softly. He saw Sherlock set aside the kettle. John figured he knew John was there. John sighs as Sherlock spins suddenly and flops down on his chair, the water forgotten. He shakes his head before walking to the cups. John finishes making the tea, wondering if Sherlock was going to talk to him.

John suddenly feels arms wrap around him and a chin rest on his shoulder. It startled John a moment before he relaxed a little against the warm body. He felt kisses on his shoulder, traveling up his neck. John shivers and moans softly. He gets spun around and kissed hard. It takes John a split second before kissing back just as hard. He felt large hands slip down his small body, stopping at his bum. He felt them squeeze and John gasped a little and Sherlock took this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into John's. Sherlock pulls his lips from John's and begins to kiss John's neck. Sherlock pulls off John's shirt suddenly and attacks his colorbones.

John buried his fingers into Sherlock's hair. Sherlock continues down John's chest, down to his stomach. Sherlock froze at John's fingertips when he got to his navel, below where it was bigger then normal, pushed out slightly by the baby. John bit his lip, looking down at Sherlock. Sherlock was studying it, like one of his cases. John stood still as Sherlock moved one of his hands from his hips to his stomach, lightly brushing his fingertips across the warm flesh. John watched as Sherlock was completely fixated on his stomach. He watched as Sherlock leans forward and brushes his lips across the warm skin. He pulls away and rests his forehead there, so carefully." I'm sorry John... I was being stupid.. I freaked out.. You know my habits, I'm not going to be good for this child..." John shook his head." No.. No Sherlock.."

John plays with his hair lightly." You will be amazing.. Once you put your heart into something or love someone, you give your entire soul, being and body to it.. You will be an amazing father Sherlock. I'll be here as well.. This baby will be so smart like you.."
Sherlock chuckles." Hopefully not my habits.."
John chuckles and shakes his head." Yeah.." John agrees teasingly.
Sherlock looks up at John, smiling. John notices his cheek was a bit red." What's up with your cheek?" John asked as he brushes his fingers on the redness.
Sherlock blushed a little and pouts, looking away." Mrs. Hudson slapped me.. In front of everyone.." John burst out laughing, not being able to help himself. He laughed harder when he imagined the shocked look on Sherlock's face and everyone else.
"Oh god!! I wish I would have been there!!" John laughs. Sherlock rolls his eyes and kisses John's stomach again." It was embarrassing... I did deserve it though." John catches his breath and chuckles a little." Yeah.."

Sherlock smiles and stands again. He wraps his arms around John." I'm sorry.." Sherlock said as he peppered kisses on John's face. John giggles a little and kissed back when Sherlock kissed his lips. Sherlock placed his hands on the counter behind John, slightly pinning him there, minding his stomach. Sherlock moved his hands to lift John to the counter and ended up knocking a mug over.

John gasped as he felt hot water on his back. Sherlock quickly picked out John and moved him away from it. Sherlock grabbed a towel and quickly dries John." Oh my god are you okay?" Sherlock asked, frantically trying to get John's wet pants." Sherlock!" John said, putting his hands on Sherlock's forearms, making the man look at John." I'm fine.. It was a shock and hot but I'm okay." He reassured him. Sherlock sighs and helps John slip out of his wet pants." We're a mess.." John mumbles and they both look at each other before bursting out laughing." That we are John..."