"You arse Sherlock," John mumbled as he woke, struggling to open his eyes.

Sherlock was still lying on top of John, and he just groaned in response, burying his face deeper into John's neck.

John shuddered slightly at the feeling of Sherlock's hot breath on his neck. Then he shook himself and glanced at the clock. 7am.

At one point, Sherlock must have gotten up and taken off John's shirt and pants and put him under the covers. John's phone beeped; and he groaned. Somehow, he managed to get his arm free and grabbed his phone which was under his pillow.

'Morning, Johnny boy~ - J'

'Go away, Moriarty.' John messaged back, getting annoyed at him.

"Who are you texting so early?" Sherlock asked in a mumble against John's skin.

"No one of importance. He's bugging me," John groaned, tightening his hand in Sherlock's thick curls.

"He?" Sherlock asked curiously.

"For God's sake, Sherlock. Don't you dare get jealous again," John said, exasperated.

Sherlock grumbled. "I'm not jealous."

John chuckled lightly, running his hand through Sherlock's hair. "You're still an arse," John stated, making Sherlock chuckle.

"I'm sorry," he told John quietly.

"Why did you do that, though?"

Sherlock sighed, his warm breath caressing the skin on John's neck. "Moriarty made me, told me to keep away from you or he'll kill you."

"That bastard!" John cursed violently, anger pulsing through him.

That absolute prick! How dare he interfere! Seething with rage, John needed to punch something or he would explode.

"John? Are you alright?" Sherlock asked in concern.

"No, I am not bloody alright. That bastard has no right to interfere! How did I not see this coming? That's why at the café –"John shut his mouth abruptly, already having said too much.

Sherlock stiffened above John. "What? Say that again."

"Uh, nope. Nothing. I said absolutely nothing," John backtracked quickly.

Sherlock lifted himself up and braced his weight on his forearms, staring John in the eye, making John squirm uncomfortably.

"What did you say? What café? When? Answer me John!" Sherlock demanded, penetrating John with those piercing eyes of his.

"I-it's nothing Sherlock, please…" John said uncomfortably, glancing to the side and licking his lips.

"John, this could be important!"

"It's seriously nothing! I don't even understand what happened!" John protested, and then cursed himself for giving away more.

Sherlock's eyes gleamed. "So something DID happen. Please, John, tell me!" Sherlock dropped his voice to a low whisper.

John closed his eyes and groaned. "Sherlock!" He wasn't playing fair!

John felt Sherlock drop down and started kissing John's neck. Damn him! "Sh-Sherlock! N-no faaaair," John groaned in pleasure.

Sherlock pinned his wrists to the bed. "Tell me," Sherlock breathed on John's neck.

"No…"

Sherlock started nibbling lightly, teasingly, on John's neck. There was the noise of a man groaning, and John's eyes snapped open.

"That bastard changed my ringtone!" John exclaimed in disbelief, sitting up and reaching for his phone.

He blinked as he read the text.

'Oh, Johnny boy, I know you missed me too.

Don't deny it.

-J'

John's phone was snatched out of his hands. His mouth dropped open in shock; what the?

That guy was a lunatic.

Sherlock's face turned dark and he sat up, typing furiously on John's phone. John was in a state of mild shock. How delusional could Moriarty get?

Sherlock practically threw the phone away, grabbing John's face and kissing him possessively.

"Mine," he growled out, biting softly on John's lower lip.

John was surprised at Sherlock's sudden possessive behaviour.

But then decided that it felt nice to be wanted and needed, so he allowed Sherlock to have his fun.

*.*.*.

Sherlock had left several large love bites on John's neck, and John had gotten annoyed at him. Until Sherlock wrapped his scarf around John's neck, giving his cheek a kiss. Gah, he could never stay mad at Sherlock for long, especially not if he acted so sweet.

John sighed in defeat, taking a sip of his tea. Sherlock's head was in his lap, his eyes closed as he thought. From time to time, he would shake his head and flick his hands as if swatting away a fly. John was running a hand through his curls, marvelling at how soft they actually were.

He took another sip of tea as he studied Sherlock's face. He was frowning slightly, as if something didn't make sense. He was pale, naturally pale. It made him sort of look like an angel. His high cheekbone made his face sharper, and more intelligent. John found himself lightly tracing Sherlock's cheekbones, revelling in the smoothness of his pale skin. And those lips. God, those gorgeous lips. They were perfect, bow shaped and oh so smooth.

John found himself leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to Sherlock's lips.


Sherlock groaned, eyes fluttering open as John pulled away. "John," he groaned, half annoyed and half amused," you're distracting me."

"Sorry, Sher," John apologized.

Sherlock chuckled, eyes closing again. "You apologize too much."

"Sorry."

Sherlock just sighed and went back to whatever-the-hell he was doing before.

John took another sip of his tea and went back to studying Sherlock's face.

*.*.*.

Sherlock seemed to be genuinely asleep, not just thinking. John struggled to keep his face from flushing red under Sally Donovan, Greg and Anderson's stares. They had all crept in while John had been entranced in his book. Apparently, they had a problem, and they wouldn't tell John what it was.

He shook Sherlock gently, but he only stirred slightly, turning on his side and snuggling more into John. John looked up at them and shrugged helplessly; when Sherlock slept, Sherlock slept.

Sally sighed, rolling her eyes. John glanced at Greg, who seemed to be finding this all very amusing. Greg lifted and eye brow and mouthed 'kiss him'. John frowned at him, but Greg only smiled.

John sighed, and reluctantly leaned down and pressed his lips to Sherlock's. Not that he didn't want to kiss Sherlock; it's just that he didn't want to kiss him in front of the whole crew.

As soon as Sherlock started responding, John pulled back, embarrassed. Sherlock reached up and brought his hands around John's neck, bringing him down again and kissing him thoroughly. "Sherlock," John protested, pulling back again.

Sherlock groaned, rubbing his face and letting go of John. "What?" he was obviously very unhappy about John's reluctance.

"We have company."

"Tell them to go away," Sherlock grumbled, turning his back on Anderson, Donovan and Greg.

"We can hear you, you know," Anderson said sarcastically.

John looked up at them and shrugged, Sherlock was being stubborn. "Is it important?" John asked, absently stroking Sherlock's hair without realising it.

Until Greg failed badly at stifling his snicker. He shot Greg a glare, and retracted his hand, feeling Sherlock stiffen. "Not overly important, I suppose we can come back another time…" Greg said slowly, glancing at the others.

They all nodded reluctantly. "Another time."

Then they said their goodbyes, stood, and left. John sighed, leaning back against the couch. Well, that was completely random and a waste of time.

Sherlock shifted and turned to face him. John read his expression and grinned, leaning down and kissing Sherlock softly. He can be so immature sometimes…