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i-adore-johnlock-blog · 8 years ago

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It confirmed my hypothesis

Can we all appreciate this for a moment? Also to say that this whole show had nothing to do with queerbaiting? Because what just happened in this rp is pure Johnlock. I know it didn’t happen in the show which I honestly never thought it would. But for all the people who wanted the Johnlockending ... HERE IT IS!

Stranger: You're good with words, yes? SH

You: Yes, I think so. JW

Stranger: I need you to define something for me. SH

You: Alright, I'll try my best. JW

Stranger: Love. SH

You: You want me to define love? JW

Stranger: Yes. SH

You: But you know what love is? JW

Stranger: No. I don't. SH

You: How can you not know what love is? JW

Stranger: I know the word. SH

Stranger: I just don't know if I ever felt it. SH

You: But love is something very individual ... It's different for everyone. JW

Stranger: Still. Can you try to explain the feeling to me? SH

You: Well, if you love someone you can't stop thinking about that person. You want to do anything to make that person happy. You want to spend the rest of your life with them and do whatever it takes to make that happen. JW

Stranger: Even if it hurts yourself? SH

You: Yes. JW

Stranger: I see. SH

You: Did it help you? JW

Stranger: Yes. SH

You: Alright, good. JW

Stranger: It confirmed my hypothesis. SH

You: Your hypothesis? JW

Stranger: Yes. I know what it is. SH

You: Did you have a hypothesis? JW

You: About what? JW

Stranger: Yes. SH

Stranger: About feeling in love or not. SH

You: So you're in love? JW

Stranger: Yes. SH

You: In love with who? JW

You: If I may ask. JW

Stranger: Someone that doesn't feel that way back. So it's not of importance. SH

You: Are you sure about that? JW

Stranger: Yes. SH

You: Have you asked her? JW

Stranger: No. SH

Stranger: It's not a her. SH

You: Oh. JW

You: Have you asked him then? JW

Stranger: No. SH

You: Then how do you know? JW

Stranger: But events have been sufficient enough to know for sure. SH

You: You're never sure. JW

Stranger: I am. He married someone else. Dk

You: Well, sorry to hear that. He's definitely missing out. JW

Stranger: Why's that? SH

You: Because you're great. JW

Stranger: I'm awkward and rus

Stranger: Rude*. SH

You: True, but you're still great. I mean ... I'll do anything to go on the cases with you. JW

Stranger: You love the adrenaline. SH

You: I do. JW

Stranger: You're alive. SH

Stranger: Happy. SH

Stranger: Seeing that on your face is one of my most favorite things of cases. SH

You: There have been plenty of times where I thought I wouldn't end up being alive. JW

You: I didn't know that was your favourite part. I thought it was solving the crime. JW

Stranger: We make a good team. Quite invincible. SH

You: Quite? I believe we are invincible. JW

Stranger: Solving it is good. But what good is it when you can't share it? SH

You: I never thought you liked that. JW

Stranger: I do. Decidedly. SH

You: Nice to hear. JW

You: I love it too, you know. JW

Stranger: Oh I know. SH

Stranger: Married life didn't suit you as much as you wanted it. SH

You: What? JW

Stranger: Too domestic, not enough thrill. SH

You: I've never said that. JW

Stranger: Are you saying it's not true? SH

You: I'm not saying anything. JW

Stranger: I never thought you'd be the man who would take interest in some other woman during a relationship. SH

You: I never thought you'd be the man who would pretend to be dead for two years and leave his best friend all alone without any answers. JW

Stranger: And I don't even think it was her. It was just the thrill. Wasn't it? The sneaking around. Excitement. The thrill. SH

Stranger: I tried to give you answers before and when I came back. You choose not to listen. SH

You: You never gave me answers. JW

You: Maybe hints, but never answers. JW

Stranger: I couldn't. Your life was on the line. Of other important people too. SH

You: One word, Sherlock. One word and I would have known it was all fake. JW

Stranger: I wanted to tell you afterwards but whenever I brought it up you walked away. SH

Stranger: Then what? They would have known it was fake as well. SH

You: I thought you were dead. You can't blame me for walking away as I thought you weren't here anymore. JW

Stranger: You would have needed to pretend a depression. SH

Stranger: I'm not blaming you. You're still blaming me though. SH

You: Of course I am blaming you! JW

Stranger: There were snipers, John. On you. On mrs Hudson. On Greg. If I didn't do it, if I didn't kill myself, he would have killed all of you. SH

You: But two years!? Two bloody years you left me in that darkness! JW

Stranger: So I killed myself. And I spend one and a half year trying to knock doen each and every one of his friends. I knew he was crazy enough and his network would do anything they could to fulfill his command. I couldn't risk it. SH

You: What about the me walking away? It seemed like you've had enough opportunities to let me know you were still alive! JW

Stranger: I meant when I came back. After two years. I tried to.. but you were just so angry. I thought it was maybe better to have you pissed at me than to have you pity me. SH

You: Mycroft knew. He could have told me something. JW

Stranger: What part of your life was on the line don't you get, John? SH

You: (No answer)

Stranger: Mycroft is used to not show feelings. They would have known the moment you heard I was alive. SH

You: They wouldn't. JW

Stranger: Blame me all you want, but all I did, was because I needed you safe. SH

Stranger: If you want to call me a selfish bastard because of that, so be it. SH

You: You never even apologised. JW

Stranger: I guess not. SH

Stranger: Maybe because I was hurt. Disappointed. SH

You: And the fact that you didn't trust me with that information for two years hurts. JW

Stranger: I trusted you to not give up. You asked for a miracle. And I knew that if I played my cards right, I could give you that miracle. When it was safe. SH

You: I wouldn't have told anyone. I wouldn't have shown anyone. Because I would do anything to keep you safe even if it meant that I needed to remember that horrible feeling when I found out you were dead and hold onto it. JW

Stranger: John, you're a good man, but your feelings show on your face. Always. No one can fake that kind of dread. SH

You: You underestimate me. JW

Stranger: Maybe I do. SH

Stranger: I'm usually good at reading people though SH

Stranger: And I guess I was better safe than sorry in this case. SH

You: I've been into war. I had to tell my men that they needed to have courage even if I just saw friends day on the battlefield. I can keep a straight face. JW

Stranger: Of course you can. Yet a straight face is easier to pull up then one that shows loss, sadness, fear, hopelessness. SH

You: You know what I meant. JW

Stranger: Mycroft told me you were barely hanging on. SH

You: I was. JW

Stranger: And .. I am sorry you had to go through that. Truly John. SH

You: ... Thank you. JW

Stranger: If I didn't think it would have been necessary, I wouldn't have done it. It was just as hard for me. SH

You: At least you're back. JW

Stranger: I am. Yes. SH

Stranger: I almost wasn't. SH

You: Luckily you are. JW

Stranger: Thanks to Mycroft. SH

You: Don't say that or his ego will grow even more. JW

Stranger: In this case his ego is allowed to. SH

Stranger: If he hadn't showed up in Serbia.. SH

You: We wouldn't be having this argument. JW

Stranger: No. My funeral would have been real SH

Stranger: Did .. he ever told you? SH

Stranger: Tell*

You: No ... I never knew. JW

Stranger: Oh. SH

Stranger: They captured me. SH

Stranger: Held me as a captive for six months. SH

You: I didn't know that. JW

You: I probably would have killed every one of them if I was there. JW

Stranger: He did.. SH

Stranger: After they tortured me for months. SH

You: Good. JW

You: Not the torturing part, of course. JW

Stranger: No. SH

You: I should thank Mycroft someday. JW

Stranger: Maybe. SH

Stranger: Or me. SH

You: ... Thank you. JW

You: Thank you for keeping me alive. JW

Stranger: You're very welcome. I would do it all over again. Dk

Stranger: SH*

Stranger: And I'll do my very best to keep doing this. SH

You: I'm sure you won't stop. JW

Stranger: I won't. SH

Stranger: There was a moment .. before I got on the plane that time. SH

You: I know ... JW

Stranger: And I ruined it. SH

You: We both did, honestly. JW

Stranger: Probably. SH

Stranger: Sherlock isn't a girls name. SH

You: Of course, it isn't. JW

Stranger: I should have told you. SH

Stranger: But right after I betrayed you again. Dk

Stranger: You really shouldn't be my best friend. I'm horrible at it. SH

You: You didn't betray me? JW

Stranger: You thought the mind palace was just that. But then you found out about the drugs. SH

You: I didn't feel like you betrayed me. JW

You: I just thought you would have told me if you had the need to use again. JW

Stranger: Disappointed then. SH

You: Worried. JW

Stranger: You're too good for me. SH

You: No, I'm not. I am really not. JW

Stranger: Mycroft was planning on shipping me off to a certain death. It.. heightened the need. SH

Stranger: You are John. But I'm thankful for it. SH

You: Which means that there had been a need in the first place. JW

Stranger: There always is. SH

Stranger: Just like you have a need to have that thrill and adrenaline. Dk

Stranger: SH* (grrr sorry!)

You: ((hehe, it's no problem!))

You: We both have our addictions. The one safer than the other. JW

Stranger: We do. SH

Stranger: Drugs are relatively safe if you know what you're doing after all. SH

You: Not the amount you're able to take. JW

Stranger: Probably not. SH

Stranger: I haven't used since. SH

You: Good. Really good. JW

Stranger: Although I quite liked the John in my mind palace. SH

You: The John in your mind palace? Was he different than me? JW

Stranger: A bit. SH

You: How did I look? JW

Stranger: He had a moustache and a hat. And he had a cane. SH

Stranger: And he wrote novels about us. SH

You: You hated the moustache! JW

Stranger: Of course! It's hideous. SH

You: Then why would you want me to wear a moustache in your mind palace? JW

You: And it wasn't /that/ bad. JW

Stranger: I don't know, ask yourself. SH

Stranger: We were in the past though. It was part of the fashion sense. SH

You: It was in the past? JW

Stranger: It really was. SH

Stranger: Yes. SH

You: Is your mind palace always in the past? JW

Stranger: No. But it was at that time, because I was solving that particular case. SH

Stranger: Moriarty was there as well. SH

You: Oh yes, you mentioned it on the plane. Did you end up solving it? JW

Stranger: Yes, we did. SH

Stranger: Sort of anyway. SH

You: Of course we did. JW

Stranger: You saved me. SH

You: I did? JW

Stranger: Oh yes. Dk

Stranger: SH*

You: What happened? JW

Stranger: Moriarty tried to drown me in my palace. You saved me. You shot him SH

Stranger: If he had succeeded .. I probably wouldn't have woken up. SH

You: What do you mean? JW

Stranger: I could have gotten in a coma. Locked in my own mind palace. SH

Stranger: I've read about it before. It's possible. SH

Stranger: See? Even in my palace you're quite the captain. SH

You: I'm just worried, that's all. And I know how to use a gun. JW

Stranger: That you do. SH

Stranger: I guess it's just what we do. SH

Stranger: Save each other. SH

You: We save each other. JW

You: Yes, exactly. JW

Stranger: It's probably one of the reasons my hypothesis was true. SH

You: How so? JW

Stranger: Nothing. So. How is Rosie? SH

You: Don't change the subject. JW

Stranger: You're getting better at deducing. Why don't you give it a try. SH

You: No, we're not going to play this deducing game. JW

You: Just tell me. JW

Stranger: I won't. SH

Stranger: Not through text. SH

You: Why not? JW

Stranger: Because you don't tell someone you love him through text. SH

You: You just did. JW

Stranger: I-.. SH

Stranger: Damnit. SH

You: I love you, too. JW

Stranger: You.. wait what? SH

You: Well, I love you too. JW

You: Isn't that obvious? JW

Stranger: I-.. no? SH

Stranger: You .. date woman. You're not gay. You married Mary. SH

You: But I love you. JW

You: I always have. JW

Stranger: Since we met. SH

You: Yes, at Angelo's. JW

Stranger: Since I asked you to move in. SH

You: Since we met ... JW

Stranger: We're bloody idiots SH

You: We are ... God, we're horrible. JW

Stranger: Move back in. You and Rosie. SH

You: Do you want that? JW

Stranger: More than anything. SH

You: I would love that. JW

You: Rosie is crazy about you. JW

Stranger: The feeling is mutual. SH

Stranger: She's a dream. SH

You: She really is, she's great. JW

Stranger: It's easy to see why. SH

You: Don't be ridiculous. JW

Stranger: It's true. Sfg

You: As long as you don't get her into murder at a young age ;-) JW

Stranger: She does love the skull. SH

Stranger: And she seems to love the violin. SH

You: I wonder where she got that from. JW

Stranger: Her mother an assassin. Her father a captain who solves crimes in his spare time. SH

You: Don't forget about yourself. JW

Stranger: She doesn't have my genes though. SH

You: No, but genes isn't everything. JW

You: She's learned a lot from you. JW

Stranger: Only good Things, I hope. SH

Stranger: I wrote her a song. SH

You: Until now ... yes. JW

Stranger: She loved it. SH

You: Can I hear it too? JW

Stranger: Of course. SH

You: I can't wait. I always loved it when you'd play the violin, too. JW

Stranger: Yes? Did you like the one I wrote for Mary and you? SH

You: Yes, it was great. I still have the notes. JW

Stranger: I'm glad. SH

Stranger: It .. I've never felt as torn before SH

You: I'm sorry ... If only I knew. Or if I just told you. JW

Stranger: Don't be. We both made that mistake. SH

You: But we'll never make it again. JW

Stranger: No. We won't. SH

Stranger: And you were happy with her. SH

Stranger: Next to that it gave you Rose. SH

Stranger: It wasn't a mistake. Dn

You: I know. JW

Stranger: SH ( you'd think my phone would know by now lol)

You: I was happy with her. But I would have been happier with you. JW

Stranger: You always have me. SH

Stranger: I think .. Mary knew. SH

You: And you'll always have me. JW

Stranger: Aren't we sentimental. SH

You: I know I was the sentimental one. JW

You: But you ... JW

Stranger: What about me? SH

Stranger: Turning out to be only human as well? SH

You: I knew you were human. But I didn't know you were sentimental. JW

Stranger: Guess I'm full of surprises. SH

You: Even after all those years. JW

Stranger: Hope I'll keep doing that. SH

Stranger: Mary said she knew what we could become. SH

You: She should have told us sooner. JW

Stranger: Yes. But then again she did try. SH

Stranger: The moment I came back and you wanted nothing to do with me, she pushed you back to me. SH

You: I know ... JW

Stranger: I'll always miss her. SH

Stranger: She was .. amazing. SH

You: She truly was. JW

You: ((i have to go soon :( ))

Stranger: (Yeah me too! It was great though!)

You: ((it really was! do you mind if i post this on my tumblr?))

Stranger: Of course not!

You: Great! Thank you, I really enjoyed rp'ing with you!

Stranger: Same hon! Night

You: Night xx

You have disconnected.

#johnlock #johnlock rp #sherlock holmes #sherlock and john #sherlock holmes and john watson #sitting in a tree #not really #omeglelock #omeglelock rp #omegle rp #bbc #season 4 #johnlock is real

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i-adore-johnlock-blog · 8 years ago

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I suppose you could call him an ex

Even though I have learned to love a nice Victor, I will always love a dark one as well!

Stranger: (TW: Drug use. Sexual abuse/rape. Sherlock was addicted to drugs and Victor was his dealer, who abused Sherlock while he was high. John doesn't know about the drugs or Victor, and they've been dating for around a year.) John, I would prefer it if you didn't speak to the new man in your anatomy class. Victor Trevor. He isn't a favourable character.-SH (20)

You: Why? He seems alright. JW (22)

Stranger: He's not. Trust me. SH

You: Do you know him? JW

Stranger: Yes… we haven't spoke in quite a while. SH

You: Where do you know him from? JW

Stranger: I met him when I was seventeen, I suppose you could call him an ex. SH

You: Your ex? You've never mentioned him ... JW

Stranger: For very good reasons. Don't talk to him SH

You: Why didn't you tell me about him? JW

Stranger: Because… telling you about him, meant telling you about some very stupid choices I made. I don't want to talk about it. SH

You: I don't care about that. You made me talk about all of the exes I had and there were some mistakes as well while you were just lying to me! JW

Stranger: I wasn't lying! SH

You: At least you were hiding it from me! JW

Stranger: I couldn't talk about it. I still can't! Just stay away from him. SH

You: You could have mentioned him, you know. JW

Stranger: I couldn't even say his name, and the fact he's now in your class, means I won't be meeting you from there anymore. SH

You: He's just an ex. JW

You: Besides, I am there. JW

Stranger: I don't care. SH

You: Well, I do! JW

Stranger: That's your problem. SH

You: Oh really? Is that how it is going to work between us? JW

Stranger: With this topic, yes. I'm not discussing him, or our relationship. SH

You: Well, you can't tell me who I am going to talk to or not. JW

Stranger: So what, you're going to sit and talk with him? SH

You: If he's going to ask me something, I'll answer. If I have something to say, I'll say it. JW

Stranger: Don't mention me. SH

You: He already knows I am dating you. JW

Stranger: How? SH

You: He asked if I was dating you. JW

Stranger: He knew… you should have said no! SH

You: Oh for Christ's Sake, Sherlock! Just shut up, really. JW

You: I am sorry that I am proud having you as my boyfriend! JW

You: But apparently that has been a mistake. JW

Stranger: Don't say that… SH

You: Say what? That I am genuinly feel hurt that you didn't mention Victor when you had the chance so many times before. Plus the fact that you not trusting me is my own problem? JW

Stranger: I do trust you, but this… this would make you hate me. SH

You: You're already working on that, honestly. JW

Stranger: Then end it. SH

You: Do you want that? JW

You: Because it seems that you're trying to make me angry. JW

You: If you just want to end it, then end it. JW

Stranger: I don't want to end it, of course I don't. SH

You: Then why are you acting like this? JW

Stranger: Because he's here! I don't want him near you! And you want me to talk about him and I can't. SH

You: Why can't you talk about him!? JW

Stranger: He wasn't just an ex, if you can call him an ex, we never dated. SH

You: Then why is he your ex if you've never dated him? JW

Stranger: He's my ex dealer. SH

You: (Delayed) Your ex dealer? You're joking, right? JW

Stranger: I'm not. SH

You: You've used drugs? JW

Stranger: Yes. SH

You: (No answer)

Stranger: Do you hate me now? SH

You: I can't believe this. JW

Stranger: I'm sorry. SH

You: You're sorry? JW

Stranger: I don't know what else to say. SH

You: You've used drugs, you had a dealer that is now in my class and not for once you thought I had to know all of this? JW

You: I told you /everything/. About my dad, my sister, the alcohol ... Everything! JW

Stranger: I tried to forget. I didn't want to remember. SH

You: You can't just forget things. JW

Stranger: No I can't… do I have to live with all of what happened. The drugs wasn't what I wanted to forget, I'm sorry I took them and I should've told you. SH

You: Then what did you want to forget? JW

Stranger: What he did. Remember how I told you that you were the first person I slept with? SH

You: Yes. JW

Stranger: It was a lie. SH

You: Alright, one more lie won't make the difference. JW

Stranger: You were the first I consented to. SH

You: Sherlock? JW

Stranger: What? SH

You: What are you trying to tell me? JW

Stranger: I never said yes to him. SH

You: Never? JW

Stranger: Never. He didn't care. SH

You: Are you alright? JW

You: I can't believe he did this ... JW

Stranger: My fault… the drugs made me vulnerable, telling the police wasn't an option because it meant I'd go to prison for the drugs. SH

You: It wasn't your fault! Drugs or not ... You said no. JW

Stranger: I kept going back. I couldn't kick the addiction… SH

You: But that's not your fault. You need to report this. JW

Stranger: I'll get arrested. They weren't just light drugs, I was using cocaine at one point, John. SH

You: (Delayed) But he did things to you where he should be punished for. JW

Stranger: Because he knew I couldn't report him. SH SH

You: This isn't fair. JW

You: God, I will kill him. JW

Stranger: Don't. SH

You: At least I'll punch him. JW

Stranger: No. SH

You: Yes. JW

Stranger: No! SH

You: He can't just get away with this! JW

Stranger: If you punch him you'll get kicked out. Then you'll have no chance of becoming a doctor. SH

You: I won't punch him in class. JW

Stranger: He'll report you, he'll get you kicked off. SH

You: Then I'll report him for rape. JW

Stranger: And get me in trouble. SH

You: You won't get in trouble. What he did is far more worse! JW

Stranger: Stop… please. Nobody needs to know. SH

You: Sherlock ... I can't do nothing about it. JW

Stranger: Yes you can. SH

You: I love you and I can't stand the idea of that guy walking around like nothing has happened. JW

Stranger: He's doing it on purpose. He knew about us. He wants to get to me. SH

You: He won't. JW

Stranger: I know, because I have you, who won't let anybody touch me. SH

You: I don't want you to get hurt. JW

Stranger: He's already hurt me. Can't get worse. SH

You: I'm sorry this happened, Sher ... JW

Stranger: When are you home? SH

You: In an hour. Do you want to see me? JW

Stranger: Yes… and I'm leaving the bed when you get here. SH

You: Do you want me to get you something? JW

Stranger: No. I just want to cuddle… stop thinking somehow. SH

You: Alright. We'll watch something nice and not think about anything at all. JW

Stranger: But I did think of a way to get rid of him. SH

You: You did? JW

Stranger: Mycroft. SH

You: Am I allowed to know what your brother did? JW

Stranger: Nothing yet… but if Mycroft knew what Victor did, he'd get rid of him. SH

You: Do you want Mycroft to know? JW

Stranger: No, but Mycroft is the only one that can stop me getting arrested. SH

You: Then why don't you want to tell Mycroft? JW

Stranger: Because the idea of what Mycroft would do is slightly terrifying. SH

You: Well ... He wouldn't exactly kill him, wouldn't he? JW

Stranger: John, you're angry, Mycroft will probably twenty times angry, so he may not kill him, but he'll hurt him. SH

You: I wouldn't mind that. JW

You: I'm sorry ... I shouldn't have said that. JW

Stranger: Why are you apologising? SH

You: I don't know. I don't want you think that I am that kind of person. JW

Stranger: You're not. You're an amazing person. SH

You: I'm sorry I was so angry before. JW

Stranger: It's okay… I lied to you. SH

You: But I understand why. JW

Stranger: I won't lose you, right? SH

You: No, of course not! You'll never lose me. JW

Stranger: Good. I need you with me when I tell Mycroft… and I have to tell him soon. I don't like Victor being in the same room as you. SH

You: I'm fine, I can handle him ... But if you want to tell him, I'll be at your side. Always. JW

Stranger: I don't what you to have to handle him… he's dangerous. SH

You: I'm safe in that class, just so you know. JW

Stranger: What if he tried to hurt you? SH

You: Then I'll make sure he won't. JW

Stranger: He hasn't tried talking to you again, has he? SH

You: Not really. JW

You: Just that one time. JW

Stranger: Good. He's get suspicious if you were sent angry with him, he threanted me… in case I ever told some, he tends to keep his promises. SH

You: I will make sure he won't ever lay a finger on you. Just so you know. JW

Stranger: I trust you, John. Always will. SH

You: I'm on my way home now. JW

Stranger: Good. I've moved to couch. Still bundled up in the quilt though. SH

You: Well, you can come over in the quilt. I don't mind. I just need to stop by the grocery store. JW

Stranger: Chocolate. You need to get some. SH

You: Sherlock ... I wanted to surprise you with your favourite chocolate. JW

Stranger: Oops. Sorry. SH

You: The one with the caramel, right? JW

Stranger: Right. Lots, haven't ate today. SH

You: You need to eat, you know. But for once I'll buy you chocolate for dinner. JW

Stranger: I wasn't hungry, but I'll eat the chocolate. SH

You: Watch out or I'll get you cauliflower. JW

Stranger: You're not that cruel. I'll cook us both dinner tomorrow if you bring me my chocolate. SH

You: Alright, I can live with that ;) JW

Stranger: Good boy. SH

You: I love you, too. JW

Stranger: I love you. You're amazing. SH

You: I love you even more. But now I need to put my phone away because people are staring at me becaus I'm smiling like a fool at my phone. JW

Stranger: I don't care. And you definitely don't love me more. SH

You: I definitely love you more otherwise I wouldn't be getting you chocolate. JW

Stranger: True, but I'm cooking you your favourite for dinner tomorrow. SH

You: Yesssssss. JW

You: See, now I love you even more? JW

Stranger has disconnected.

#sherlock #johnlock #johnlock rp #viclock #tw #rape #drugs #drama #sherlock always has been a drama queen #omegle rp #omeglelock #omeglelock rp

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i-adore-johnlock-blog · 8 years ago

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He knew he would have been able to recognize him

When all of the sudden you realise that after the last episode of season 4 Victor Trevor will mean so much more to the fandom than before. That’s why I got really excited when I saw this prompt! But less excited when the stranger disconnecter :(

Stranger: (POSSIBLE SPOILERS: Post The Final Problem – Victor isn’t dead) I found your website. thought I’d try and reconnect with an old friend. It’s been a long time Sherlock. VT

You: Victor? SH

Stranger: Yes. It`s been a while, hasn't it? Over 20 years. VT

You: This isn't possible. SH

Stranger: I know you thought I was dead, your brother told me this might be hard but uh...well short version, I'm not actually dead. VT

You: You're dead. Mycroft said you were dead. SH

You: I can't believe it is you. SH

Stranger: Look, it's a long story. How about I tell you about it over dinner? VT

You: How do I know it is really you? SH

Stranger: We played pirates all the time. You were captain Yellowbeard and I was your first mate. VT

You: (Slight delay) When do you want to have dinner? SH

Stranger: Tonight? I happen to be in London for the next few days. I understand if you can't VT

You: No, I can. I don't have anything planned. SH

Stranger: Are you sure? There's this lovely place downtown say...seven O'Clock? VT

You: I am sure. I haven't seen you in twenty years, I am not going to wait another day. Seven o'clock is perfect. SH

Stranger: Right, good. I'll see you soon then? VT

You: I'll see you soon, Victor. SH

Stranger: Victor couldn't help smiling at the text, his heart fluttering in his chest. The older Holmes boy had told him that Sherlock would probably refuse to see him, considering he was supposed to be dead and the detective had been so traumatized about the whole ordeal that happened over 2 decades ago, he hadn't actually thought the man would agree to go to dinner with him. He was ecstatic. Hurriedly, he quickly took a shower and readied himself, wanting to look good for their first meeting since they were young children. He dressed, sprayed on a bit of cologne, and then made his way over to the restaurant that he'd told his old friend to meet him at.

You: It took Sherlock five minutes before he realised he had been staring at his phone the whole time. He found himself being awfully calm about the whole situation. His best friend which he thought had died when he was a little child was alive and on his way to his house. It wouldn't surprise the brunet if this was some kind of hoax but on the other hand he had never ever told someone about Victor and their whole pretending to be pirates. Sherlock got out of his chair, taking a shower before he got ready. He wasn't really certain what to do or what to wear. In the end he just went with a purple shirt and nice trousers. For once, the brunet could feel the nerves going through his body as he made his way to the restaurant. He didn't even know how to recognize Victor after not seeing him for twenty years.

Stranger: Victor looked around for the other, scanning the crowds for that familiar face. He'd seen a photograph of what Sherlock looked liked now in his adulthood, but when his eyes met the sharp, dark haired man he knew he would have been able to recognize him without the reminder. Momentarily speechless, Victor walked up to him, trying to choke out words. "Hi." Was all he could manage, a sparkling grin on his face. "Sherlock, it's been so long." He added, his voice thick with an American accent from his time spent across the pond.

You: His heart skipped a beat when he saw a young man approaching him. How ridiculous of him to think that he wouldn't be able to recognise his best friend from years ago. Since that particular day, he had been wishing that he could see him at least one last time and now knowing that he was alive, made it even more surreal. Especially as he was now standing in front of him. "Hi ..." Sherlock replied, his eyes flickering over the other's face and seeing features he hadn't seen in decades. "I know. It's been too long." He added, swallowing thickly. "I ... I am really happy to see you." Even though his face was completely straight from astonishment and nerves.

Stranger: Victor nodded his head. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear that." He said, taking off his scarf as he looked down towards the elegant table clad in an ivory cloth, crystal candelabra with silver candles that glowed in the dim light. "Please, sit. I'm sure you're curious for an explanation as to why I'm here." He said, taking a seat himself as a waiter poured wine for the two of them.

You: "Yes ... Of course." Sherlock answered, remembering that he wanted to see him to have an explanantion even though now all he could think of was just talking to him. No matter what the subject would be. As long as he could hear his voice and knowing that it really was him. He looked around before he sat down, noticing that it was a really nice place before focusing on Victor again. "How are you?" He asked.

Stranger: Victor exhaled, preparing himself for a long conversation. "I'm good, thank you. You look well too." He murmured, clearing his throat. "I've been reading your blog -- well, your friend's blog about you." He started as an ice breaker. "He admires you a lot I see, is he a boyfriend of yours?" He said, the slightest hint of jealousy managing to sneak out. Since their early days, Victor had always felt a connection to the other man, and as he grew older and wasn't allowed to see him, the connection quickly grew into a longing.

You: "John?" The brunet asked before taking a small sip from the wine, feeling as if he needed it to loosen up a bit. "Not my boyfriend, no." He shook his head before meeting the other's gaze, wondering what that feeling was in his stomach. "I got to meet him because of a mutual friend. But he is just a really good friend of mine. Has a girlfriend as well."

Stranger: Victor nodded. "Oh, I see. Good. I mean, not good as in I was hoping you were unattached or anything just...good. I'm glad you have other friends. I thought I was the only one who'd be able to look past your arrogant facade." He said, trying to deter the other from his slip up with a bit of humor.

You: A small chuckle came from the brunet. "Apparantly not." He answered, a small smile spreading across his lips. "But I think the amount of people who can look through this arrogant facade is outnumbered." He added.

Stranger has disconnected. (WHY THO?)

#sherlock #sherlock holmes #victor trevor #johnlock #not really #i am sorry #also a fan of #viclock #sherlock rp #omegle rp

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P.S. I know you two. And if I’m gone, I know what you can become, because I know who you really are. A junkie who solves crimes to get high, and the doctor who never came home from the war. Well you listen to me, who you really are doesn’t matter. It’s all about the legend. The stories, the adventures. There is a last refuge for the desperate, the unloved, the persecuted. There is a final court of appeal for everyone. When life gets too strange, too impossible, too frightening, there is always one last hope. When all else fails, there are two men sitting, arguing in a scruffy flat, like they’ve always been there, and they always will. The best and wisest men I have every known. My Baker Street Boys. Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.

Mary Watson (via anatharien)

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i-adore-johnlock-blog · 8 years ago

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I loved the Final Problem. I loved the Lying Detective. I loved the Six Thatchers. Your argument is invalid.

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i-adore-johnlock-blog · 8 years ago

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It has been a long time since I’ve been active on this account, or even tumblr in general. I do want to say that I understand why people didn’t like this episode, but to hell with that ... I absolutely loved it and cried like a little child.

REBLOG IF YOU THINK TFP WAS AMAZING

This episode deserves more love bc I’ve only been seeing people hating on the episode

#sherlock #johnlock #the final problem

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i-adore-johnlock-blog · 10 years ago

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Fake moustache kisses (pt. 4)

Of coooooourse, you all knew that the night wouldn’t end just there. See what happens once they get into the flat ;) Here’s part four of Fake moustache kisses! Enjoy!

You: Hearing his name, John automatically turned sideways to the low voice of his lover. Before he could even say something like 'yes', he felt Sherlock's hands moving up in his hair before his fingers slightly tightened in it. Quickly, he felt a pair of soft lips being pressed against his, shutting him up completely. God, this was probably the worst thing they could do at the moment as John was convinced he wasn't able to stop anymore. The kissed had changed. From where they were first innocent and sweet because they were in a restaurant and therefore in public, they were now far more passionate and filled with want and lust. "Sher ..." John whispered against their lips, his hands moving around his waist to pull him closer. "You've never lost me to other people. Not even almost." He added, being interrupted by the brunet's lips once more. Luckily, he was sitting down in the cab, feeling his knees get weak at the kiss. "I'm yours. I am all yours."

Stranger: This was possibly an incredibly bad idea, but as soon as Sherlock found himself kissing John, he had little intention of stopping. Even during their conversation, small as it was, Sherlock refused to let their lips part for longer than a few moments. He happily inched closer, his hand resting on John's knee as he slid in nearer, pressing John back against the side window so he could nudge himself close enough that he wasn't quite on his lap yet, but almost. Luckily the drive was fairly clear otherwise he didn't know how he would have fared. Sherlock's lips dipped down to John's neck, making a mark just below the collar when the cab stopped, thankfully outside their residence before they grew all too heated. The cabbie coughed and Sherlock slid back, pulling up his hoodie and giving the cabbie a tip before stepping out, starting to unlock the door with shaking fingers. He wanted to continue, with John, as fast as possible.

You: Even if John wanted to say something, he knew that he wasn't able to, the feeling of Sherlock's hands all over his body too overwhelming. Even if he slightly hit his head against the window of the car, he didn't respond to it, wanting to not disturb the moment in all its glory. When he found Sherlock's lips against his neck, teeth nipping at the skin, he couldn't help but to let out a soft moan, hands gripping at the hoodie and wanting to tear it off in small little pieces. But they were interrupted by the sound of the breaks of the car stopping it which was followed by a small sound of the cabbie which could have been a cough if John had been paying attention. As Sherlock handed over some money, the blond opened the door of the cab, waiting outside for the other to come out and open the door. It was almost impossible to wait any longer. "Sherlock, I want you." John whispered as he stood behind the brunet, his hands on his hips as he pushed closer, lips almost brushing over his ear.

Stranger: Attempting to fish the key out of his pocket and further make sure said key could make its way into the lock was exhausting work. Most likely because he was half shaking trying to ignore the cold and the fact John was pressed against his back, hands on his hips and breathing against his ear and god, how was he supposed to deal with that? How was he supposed to focus with all of that happening and being damn-near hard at the same time? Eventually he did, and Sherlock stumbled inside, reaching back for John and fisting his hand into the man's hoodie, refusing to let him go any further than the inch apart they were now. "Upstairs?" He offered, halfway up and turning, kissing the man on the middle step as he paused, pulling down the zipper and sliding his hands over John's shirt underneath. There was no need to say it out loud, Sherlock wanted John. And he had certainly wanted him for quite some time, ever since they'd split in fact. It was just whether they'd make it to the bedroom with how much he wanted him

You: A small grin spread on John's lips as he noticed how difficult it was for the other to open the door with a key that seemed to struggle. Perhaps it was a bit cruel to enjoy such a moment, but it also made John realise that he still had this effect on the other. He pulled back slightly, allowing Sherlock to open the door before he felt himself being pulled inside with a force he didn't know the brunet had. As they walked up the stairs, John couldn't help but to keep smiling like a complete idiot. "Upstairs sounds great." He nodded, instantly returning the kiss with everything he had, resisting the urge to just take off his clothes on the middle of the stairs. "Bedroom, please?" He suggested as the feeling of Sherlock's hands on his naked skin, knowing that he wasn't the only one who couldn't wait any longer. But once in the apartment, he couldn't help but to stop for a moment, looking around. It almost seemed like nothing had changed. Like they were coming home after a long day at work, not that they have broken up a few years ago. "We're home again." John smiled.

Stranger: By now, it was all the more difficult for Sherlock to focus. He rarely got like this - perhaps Sherlock might zone out on occasion, or overthink things on others, but during a sexual experience his brain took the back seat and allowed his body to take over. It was always a risk, since Sherlock trusted his mind for everything he had, and so trusting another person with it, to cause it pleasure and to use it, and to Sherlock that meant a lot. But John had already found that trust, years ago, when they were together. And Sherlock still trusted him even now. He had never taken anyone back after a relationship, or even a sexual experience, not before John, and so it felt only right to trust him with his body once more. Which ensured that when the pair of them were making their way upstairs and into the living room of their old shared accommodation, Sherlock didn't feel too worried that he would need to feel shy when they finally removed their clothes. John knew his body, not only that but so did half the world after his films. There was nothing to be worried about. John always had, and always would look after him. "We are. Do you like it?" Sherlock asked him as John stopped to look around at the familiar area, Sherlock dipping his head to kiss along John's jaw as he peeled the hoodie off of John's body, leaving him in his shirt but he was already starting to unbutton the shirt underneath in his haste. "I haven't changed a thing. had it all set back to its usual state. The last tenants didn't change much.. Even your chair is still here."

You: John looked to the side, only to find indeed said chair. It was a pretty good arm chair and the pillow with the Union Jack was still on it. Even thought he would love to bring back memories and talk about them forever while sitting in that chair, there were a pair of lips against his neck which made him quickly forget about that idea as something else popped in his head. It was ridiculous how easily Sherlock could make him like this. All filled with want, unable to restrain himself, wanting to feel the other's hands all over his body. He had never felt like this with anyone else but Sherlock even if he had needed to do it a few times on the screen. It would look convincing to the people watching those movie scenes, but John knew how he truly felt if it really happened. Out of control, that was the best explanation. All that could think of was Sherlock and only Sherlock in any way possible. If there was something that would make him have Sherlock always, perhaps like this, he would do it even if it might be the end of him one day. At least it would be a pleasant death. It didn't take too long until he heard the fabric of his shirt falling on the ground with a soft sound, his hands now zipping down Sherlock hoodie in return. "Bedroom?" He asked again, looking up at the other, meeting his gaze with a grin.

Stranger: "Bedroom." As much as Sherlock rather enjoyed their living room, and remembered many a night between the pair of them where they'd spent long hours doing script read-through exercises for one another before they found a particularly raunchy scene and would find it all the more amusing to act it out themselves, usually on John's armchair. Oh how that living room had seen many a night with John and Sherlock sprawled out on the sofa together after a hard night, whatever said night had been put up to. Letting his hoodie fall to the floor with John's, Sherlock took hold of John's hands and pulled him into the downstairs bedroom, not wanting to waste a moment. "I haven't..." Sherlock wanted to explain, just so John was aware. So he wasn't expecting anything that wasn't going to occur. "I haven't done this since.. Since you left. I haven't.."

You: With a small nod and without any doubt, John followed Sherlock up to his bedroom. Their bedroom. No matter what had happened in this flat, it would always stay their flat with their kitchen and their bathroom and their bedroom. Nothing was going to chance it. "Me neither." John shook his head before the other could finish his sentence. "I've tried ... That sounds really wrong. But there had been moment where I got the chance to, but I didn't. I didn't want to. All I ever wanted was you." He explained, his fingers working on Sherlock's bottom now, opening them one by one and pressing a kiss on each inch of skin that was being exposed before letting the shirt slide off his shoulders and onto the floor. "If ... If you want to wait with this. It's fine, I can wait ..." That was perhaps something ridiculous to say, realising how much these two have been craving for each other.

Stranger: "No, I.." They were fumbling around one another and it was difficult. Sherlock didn't want to wait and more than he knew John did, but it was a challenge. How could they not be a little nervous after all of this time away? "John, I want you. I do." He slid in closer once his shirt fell from his arms and he placed his hands around John's jaw, stroking his thumbs over his cheeks. "I don't.. Want to wait. Not sure I can." He huffed a small, embarrassed chuckle, leaning in and pressing a lingering kiss between John's brows. "You know I dated that model.. And we didn't get... That far and I didn't want to. It didn't feel right. I just don't want you to be disappointed." Another chuckle. God, this would last all but ten seconds, wouldn't it? It wasn't as if they had been any good at working up to a resistance. John had always been fantastic with him but Sherlock, well, he really hadn't had much practice. He ignored his bodily needs as much as possible. It was all about the job. The acting. "Waiting won't do me any good. I want you, that's all."

You: Soft chuckles were coming from the blond, wrapping his arms around Sherlock's waist, his fingers running up and down the other's back, glad to feel the other's naked skin underneath his fingertips once again. "I don't think I can wait any longer either." He admitted with a small giggle, looking up at the brunet with an innocent grin which wasn't that innocent at all. "I don't even think I am going to last long." John mumbled to himself before he realised he said that out loud, perhaps something he shouldn't have done. "Ignore that." He said with a sheepish smile even if he knew Sherlock was just going to laugh with him and tell him it wouldn't matter. Because it wouldn't. God, even if he lasted one second, he was still happy to have Sherlock with him. "Come here." He whispered, pulling Sherlock closer to him as he sealed their lips together once again, their tongues moving slowly against each others as he moved them towards the bed.

Stranger: Giggling. Sherlock had never known anything like it. Giggling, in bed? Sex, in his opinion, was meant to be serious, wasn't it? All of his sex scenes in films and sex in real life had been. Apart from with John. With John he had never laughed quite like it. They'd got the giggles during sex once and John had just laughed all the more and it had been one of the best orgasms of his life. And so, well, if they were giggling now, it was only a good sign. Sherlock smiled back, big and lopsided and full of fondness as he shook his head, uncaring as to whether they lasted long - it was clearly that they were on the same wavelength with that, then. So he just leant in closer, letting their kisses deepen until he fell back onto the bed, pulling John with him and not wanting to be parted for a moment. "It feels like it always did, being here, with you." He murmured, his thoughts letting slip once John had him in bed. It always happened, and so now was no different. His hands roamed down John's chest and fumbled at the zipper of his jeans, snaking a hand above his boxers as they kissed, intent on a goal to get far closer than they were already.

You: They have almost experienced everything between those sheets. From laughing, falling asleep and even crying (mostly from happiness or their first time, when it really hurt for the other). And they have all been moments that John would never forget, memories that he would treasure until he would fall drop dead on the ground because then only would he forget about them. He felt Sherlock disappearing in front of him, hearing him land on the mattress before he was being pulled down on top of him. Waiting for Sherlock to find a comfortable way to lie, he straddled his hips, leaning down to press soft kisses along his cheek and down his jawline to his neck. "I love being here with you." John smiled as he pulled back slightly to allow Sherlock to pull down his zipper which was followed by pulling down his jeans as the next step. "I just love you, to be honest."

Stranger: When John straddled him, Sherlock looked up at the man in all his beauty. Such dark blue eyes, that smile, and god, that hair when ruffled looked particularly gorgeous. Soft. John Watson was soft, from his jumpers to his hair to his smile, he was everything Sherlock wanted to surround himself with entirely. And yet he also had this aurora of sexiness, of authority that Sherlock could never ignore. Sliding John's jeans off, Sherlock smiled at the sight, having forgotten the sight. Not entirely, but the memories had faded enough for Sherlock to wish to learn them all over again. Though that was forgotten for a moment as John spoke of loving him, and Sherlock reached up, holding onto John's cheeks and sitting up enough to get a kiss from him. "I assure you that being parted again for such a time is entirely unnecessary. So I won't let you miss me."

You: "Absolutely unnecessary." John hummed happily against the other's lips which were still as soft as he could remember. Even though it had been such a long time, it felt like yesterday since they've been together. And at the same time, John knew that it had been ages and he was going to live those memory again. For as long as they wanted. Which was a thought he very much liked. "You will only have to miss me when I go to the bathroom in the morning." He added with another chuckle before meeting the brunet's gaze. "Do you still like what you see?" With that question, he sat up straight, placing his hands on his waist and pushing forwards his chest, looking incredibly ridiculous.

Stranger: Sherlock laughed, as if he could ever not like what he saw. "I always like what I see, John. With clothes but certainly without." Though that pose, oh, John looked ridiculous. "Get here, you idiot." He tugged him down with him, sliding his tongue over John's bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as he slid his hand over the front of John's boxers, right over the bulge he knew only too well. That was not something he could forget. He raked a hand through John's hair, tugging a little as he brought him into another kiss, finding the familiar sensation of arousal taking over. He wanted this. There was no doubt of that now. "I can only assume you still like what you see here? Though I promise you I will not be posing like an idiot - nor will we be acting out one of your cheesy love scenes." Oh, he remembered acting that out with John once. One of his rom-coms. And they put the cheesy music on and tried to have sex to the same music, and god, did they laugh.

You: Before John even had the chance to reply with at that, which would certainly be a witty comment that would make the brunet laugh again (because he had missed that laugh so much), he was being pulled down again. Their lips smashed together, his body growing weak at the feeling of Sherlock's tongue against his. Little did he know that an even better feeling was going to happen. A soft moan came from the blond as he felt the other's hand slightly cupping the starting bulge in his pants. In return, his hands moved slowly down Sherlock's chest, stopping at the belt before unbuckling it. When he had pulled his trousers down, John moved up again, leaving a trail of kisses which started on the inside of his thighs.

Stranger: Sherlock arguably preferred these times. The amusing ones, where they were silly and trying to impress one another without even needing to. That he enjoyed the most. And he suspected this would be one of those evenings, jolly from the wine earlier and full of the good grub, they'd be lighthearted and happy. Full of lust, yes, but mainly just happy. And that was more than enough for Sherlock. "John," Sherlock rather gasped as he felt the kisses on the inside of his thighs, leaning up on his elbows to look at John kissing the route up his body. "You tease."

You: "Tease?" John asked, raising his eyebrow at the brunet. They both knew that he could even be a bigger tease until Sherlock would loose his mind at some point. Before Sherlock could say something, the blond sucked a small mark on the pale skin, looking up through heavy eyelashes as he moved up further. "I don't see you complaining." John whispered softly as he straddled the other's hips once again, feeling Sherlock's half hard cock against his. Carefully, he pushed Sherlock back on the bed, following him as his lips found their way to his neck, teeth scraping along his collarbone before hesitantly rolling his hips down.

Stranger: He probably should not have said that. John rather enjoyed proving Sherlock wrong and oh, how he could do it. The mark made onto his thigh only proved it, and aided Sherlock's readily growing erection all the same. When John was back to straddling him he placed his hands on the man's hips, biting his lip as he could feel John achingly close to his cock and just not yet allowing him any friction. The teeth on his neck elicited a moan, Sherlock's skin sensitive and any marks made stayed for days more than just hours, bruising and further laying claim on his skin. Sherlock let his head fall back onto the pillow and allowed a small groan to escape kiss-reddened lips. He hadn't felt this way in years. "John," He panted, "Let me look at you. Let me see your face."

You: Sherlock's moans always sounded like music in his ear. Low, deep and dirty music that is, but that didn't make it less enjoyable. It aroused John even more that he still was the only person in Sherlock's life and who was able to make him feel like this. "Yes?" He asked instantly when he heard his name coming from the brunet, this time in a soft pakt instead of the confident voice the other has most of the times. Hearing the rest of the words, John leaned his forehead against Sherlock's. His hands were placed next to his head to find the support he needed before he started to roll down his hips into Sherlock's, finding the friction he had been looking for so desperately.

Stranger: That was better. He just wanted to see him, keep his face in his hands as John positioned himself over Sherlock so to align them. "John," he moaned again, the name a rarity upon his lips these days so he wanted to use it for as long as possible. He'd never grow bored of John's name. With their foreheads touching, his hands stroked over John's cheeks, breathing him in as he arched his hips into the contact of John's own. "Talk to me." He whispered, wanting to be utterly surrounded in everything that was John. "I don't care what. Just remind me of you." Sherlock wasn't sentimental usually, but he did find himself needing to be close to someone when it happened that he was intimate with them. And with everything, John was his complete exception.

You: A small sigh came from John's lips as their hips met again, his eyes falling close even if he had tried to keep them open to be able to look in Sherlock's ice blue eyes. But it was as good as impossible as the pleasure started to take over. "I can't." John said with a breathy chuckle, letting the other's fingers run through his hair as much as he wanted to, enjoying the way it made him feel. "I will say something stupid." He added which was true. Sherlock was great at dirty sex, amazing. But John was quite bad at it in almost every way possible. Saying things that needed to be arousing at the same time while things were happening to his body that made it unable to think of something to say which wouldn't come out as a joke or a moan. "God, I've missed you."

Stranger: John's attempts at dirty talk always made their sex life less dirty and well, more amusing. Sherlock could never stop laughing when he tried, even when John was attempting to try his best it was nothing but an amusement. "Not sexy, you don't have to be sexy with me." He breathed an equal laugh, pulling John closer and peppering his forehead with kisses. "You're an idiot." By now it was more than fondly put, even after years had gone by, the nicknames and insults never altered. Of course Sherlock was aroused, fully hard and desperate for the friction, but the novelty of having John with him once more was too much to simply pass up easily. "I've missed you. I love you, John." He let it slip from his lips between a kiss to the tip of his nose and then a following one to his lips, mumbling the words against his mouth in promise they were most certainly true. "It's so much easier to say it in films than it is to truly mean it.." Sherlock spoke after, revealing his inner thoughts - so it begun. When aroused the filter between thoughts and words blurred considerably.

You: "You can be sexy with me." John mumbled, proving once more that he couldn't do dirty talk even if he tried and even if he wanted to. Sherlock on the other hand was capable of making him hard in his one second by using his voice and making it a little bit lower. Besides, the brunet had such a wide range of vocabulary, perhaps even the largest of the whole wide world (in John's opinion). So he definitely knew which words to choose from. "You're an idiot as well. A big sexy, gorgeous, smart idiot that is." He whispered, returning the kisses, pressing his lips on any piece of skin he could reach. The kisses were sweet which maybe stood in the a big contrast to what was happening lower on their body as their hips were still moving against each others. "I think it's easier to say I love you to you." John replied, for once having a different opinion on something. "When I see you, there's nothing that makes me doubt it. But saying it to a stranger and trying to mean it is far more difficult. But then again ... When I say it to you, it's different than I say it to someone else. "

Stranger: "A big sexy gorgeous smart idiot. Well that's better than any film review I've ever received, John." Sherlock teased, kissing the corners of john's lips where he could reach between their shared words and amusements. Yes they were still aroused and making enjoyment out of it but the sex was never everything unless they chose it to be, and that was only when they were too full of lust to do anything else but remove their clothes and seek pleasure in one another's body. "I remember that interview you did once," Sherlock reminded both John and himself, it seemed they were rather chatty in bed tonight, most likely due to the cause of them not speaking for months before now and trying to do everything in one night did that to you. "That you found that most difficult. Not the sex or anything. But the love. Trying to compare it to the love you've felt in your lifetime, because the character needs depth." He reeled off the response inside his mind. "That was after we had broken up too. I used to imagine who you'd imagine when you practiced those scenes.. And whether you'd do script read throughs with people you might have dated later on." Tonight if they didn't get round to complete sex Sherlock wouldn't be disappointed. He wanted John, preferably inside him, but he wouldn't complain if they took it slowly, pleasured one another tonight but realised they had the whole world and it's time on offer to have penetrative sex another night. "I have always tried to avoid my own personal emotions when I act. It's all a complete act in comparison to those that incorporate their own emotions and experiences into things. I do to some extent when I act but... There was always one. One emotion. One scene. If you managed to see the film I did for the film festival? The period piece... Where my wife had died. I.. They asked me to complete that scene and I was struggling. I couldn't get deep enough to cry enough. It didn't work with tears. And so the director told me to imagine the one person I would never want to see lying there, like she was and I... I did. And they didn't tell me they were rolling and it was the most natural performance of my life as I held your imagination in my arms and I couldn't cry. Later I asked why they used that take. Without my tears just my blank, lost expression. And he said it felt the realist. Like I was too lost. Too... Gone to even form tears and.." He knew it was a mistake to talk about this right now but his mind had gone away with him somewhat. "It simply means to me that I know I will treasure you all the more now than I have ever done."

You: Not only John was the one who could rave about some things even if it was on an inappropriate time. Not that it was fully inappropriate now because the blond was happy to talk all night long with the other, but his body at this point wanted something else. Until he heard the words coming from the brunet. He himself never had trouble with pretending to be sad or happy on the scene, knowing that everything was just a set up. Even though directors wanted it to look as realistic as possible, the people wouldn't notice it on the screen if it was just slightly off as they were all caught up in the moment of the story that even the worst actor could make it seem real. But then again, John had been an actor of romantic comedies, something that wasn't really known as high quality performing. But acting in the his new movie had been a whole different level. All of the sudden, he felt nervous about acting, knowing that he needed to get every emotion he had in his body and portray it in a character he related for too much to. The scenes where he needed to be sad, to look like he had just given up, he also thought about Sherlock as there had been plenty of moments where he just wanted to give up knowing that the other wasn't with him anymore. "Oh Sherlock ..." John whispered, stopping his movements for a moment and just taking the time to cup the brunet's cheeks and resting his forehead against his, breathing him in for a moment. "I promise you that you'll never have to feel like that ever again. I will do anything to make you happy, to make you feel loved and cherished for more than just one lifetime." John had seen that the movie, all of it and even that scene. He remembered how his heart seemed to break in a million pieces at the sight of it, feeling like he was the only one who was able to comfort Sherlock at that moment but he couldn't because they weren't together anymore.

Stranger: Sherlock felt rather overwhelmed after his little speech but he knew John would be the one to comfort him, and so he did, feeling him stop their actions down below in favour of that comfort, of that promise they'd always be together and nothing would happen to John for as long as he could help it. After all, accidents happened and Sherlock worried. He rolled John onto his side, pressing close and forgetting about his erection for the moment, instead curling up with John and pressing his lips down his neck, along his jaw, slowly, reverently pressing his lips at the skin in promise of his care for the man. "I will never.. Never if I can help it, go back to the drugs, John. I know I admitted I did during our time apart, and we agreed, but it was over text. But now we are back together in person I just want to promise you that you'll never see fresh scars on me again." He raised his hand to take hold of John's, letting the man feel over the inside of his elbow where the evidence of his party lifestyle with his almost-boyfriend, the model, had shown his ugly side. His addictive personality. His inability to refuse the potentially dangerous. The thrilling. "I don't need any of it, John. I want that out in the open. So long as you're here." It took a good few minutes before Sherlock felt comfortable to get over it, but when he did, he apologised by sliding his hand down John's bare chest, slipping his hand into John's only remaining clothing, his boxers, and wrapping his hand around John's length, stroking him back into full hardness again. Even if they didn't have sex, he was desperate to give John what he needed.

You: As they were rolled on his side, his arm automatically wrapped around Sherlock's waist, his fingers running up and down his back, feeling his spine slightly but ignoring it as he had always felt it. The soft kisses seemed to calm both of them down as they were a bit emotional about what they just confessed to each other. Who could blame them? "Thank you for telling me. It was none of my business what you did during the time we weren't together. If you didn't want to tell me, you had all the rights. But I am glad you did and I am even happier that you promise me to never use again. But I don't judge you when you did." John whispered, his fingers ran down Sherlock's arm, feeling and seeing the old scars that were fading away on the inside of his elbow. If he had only been there at those moments, convinced that perhaps Sherlock wouldn't have done it if he know how much John still cared about him. "I will be your new drugs." John chuckled as he pressed a soft kiss on Sherlock's forehead before the moment of silence came between the two. Meeting the brunet's gaze, a spark went through his body again and feeling Sherlock's hand moving down his chest made his stomach flutter again. He couldn't help but to let out a small gasp as Sherlock wrapped his hand around his shaft. Long slender fingers, a touch he had almost forgot but never did he forget how it made him feel. Carefully, he pulled Sherlock on top of him, his arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him down into a kiss.

Stranger: "You'll be my new drug. My own brand of John Watson." Sherlock smirked at that, though the circumstances were far from humorous. He had almost ruined his whole career for the sake of a few highs, and that was something idiotic, even for Sherlock and his often uncaring behaviour. Yet now with John, he had his life back, and whilst he realised all the same it was no good to rely so heavily on someone, life without John had not been so colourful at all. Yet there was no good in dwelling on that now, not when he had the object of his affections right there to touch, and he had him in hand and happy to cause as much pleasure as John asked of him. When he was pulled on top of John he smiled softly into the kiss before pulling away to straddle his boyfriend's hips, sliding down John's boxers before removing his own, wanting nothing between them. He had missed having John on his bed like this, and he would make the absolute most of it whilst he could have him without work commitments making them to tired to enjoy their fun. He slid down John's chest, settling himself eventually between John's legs and placing both hands upon his thighs as he wasted no time in lapping his tongue over the head of John's cock before letting it pass over his lips, allowing John to watch as it slipped past the plump passage so Sherlock could feel his weight upon his tongue. Sherlock had always enjoyed doing this, being able to cause pleasure through his mouth alone. To be able to control that pleasure so intimately even still. And he had rather missed John's reactions to it all, too.

You: The pants being pulled down were rather a relief as the fabric wasn't restricting him from moving around, not making everything so God damn tight. But the pressure of Sherlock's naked hips on his were not doing him any good, his hands itching to touch every inch of his skin, wanting to have him close against him. Right when he was about to make a move, Sherlock moved down his body. Within seconds, the blond knew what he was going to do and the thought made his whole body spark with arousal. Not only he could be a tease but it seemed that there was no time for teasing as he instantly could feel Sherlock's lips and tongue against his erection. A low and shuddering moan came from John's lips, his hands immediately travelling down to bury in the deep brown curls. Meeting Sherlock's gaze as he saw himself slightly disappearing through those lips was perhaps the most arousing thing he had ever experienced. "Oh Sher ..." He groaned, eyes falling shut as his fingers tightened in the other's hair.

Stranger: Sherlock wasn't wasting any time now. He wanted to give John all he had, and hear the sounds of his pleasure in his ears. He wanted to become the only thing that John could think about. The single only thought inside his mind, and that he would attempt now as he sank further down onto John's cock, his hand stroking from the base. Sherlock enjoyed John's hands in his hair, it was secure, and he was particularly sensitive there so John knew not to pull too hard, at least. Sherlock pulled back, mouthing over the sensitive tip and flicking his tongue over the head before sliding back down onto his shaft, repeating the motion. After some minutes of this, he pulled back, lips plump and wet. "Do you want me to finish you off like this, John?" He asked, voice low.

You: It didn't take too long until the only thing coming from John's lips were soft moans, unable to say something as he was too afraid it might sound ridiculous. "Sherlock ..." He gasped as the brunet lowered himself even further down his cock, almost taking him all the way down, feeling the warmth of his mouth around him. Sherlock was far too good with this. Only he knew where and when to touch the blond to make him feel like this. It would only take him a few seconds to get him to do whatever he wanted to. That's how good Sherlock knew him between the sheets. As Sherlock pulled back, a small whimper came from John's lips, already missing Sherlock's around his arousal. Shaking his head, he managed to open his eyes to look at the brunet. "No. I want you. All of you." John grinned lazily, wanting to remember how Sherlock sounded like as he was falling apart underneath him.

Stranger: Having John pliant like this was perfect, and as he heard his request Sherlock crawled back up his body, grabbing the lubricant from the bedside table before curling in against John once again, tucking his head into his neck. "Do you want me to prepare myself?" He asked, not sure if this would last all too long, after all he was aching for it now, and any brush of his erection against John's thigh was causing a small spark. Sherlock draped himself over John, pressing butterfly kisses to John's neck, and he was making absolutely sure that John was completely his own, not allowing for any space for anyone to pull him away. Not that anyone would, but all the same. "I've almost forgotten what this feels like."

You: "Me too. But then again, I don't think I will ever forget how you make me feel. Not only in this situation but in all of them." John mumbled, his arms wrapping around the brunet's waist to pull him even closer. Skin against skin was what he wanted, to be able to move against the other in a rhythm they would drown in eventually. "Do you want to prepare yourself?" John asked to be sure because he loved both options either way. There was nothing as arousing to see Sherlock opening himself for the other, watching him ride his fingers as he was preparing himself for the blond. But then again, doing it himself, feeling Sherlock moving against his own fingers was a feeling John would never get sick of either. Every time Sherlock pulled away, even if it was to place his lips on skin that hadn't been touched yet, John needed to suppress the urge to pull him close once again.

Stranger: Sherlock just wanted John inside him by this point. He was prepared to do quite anything in order for that to be true. When John gave him the option he supposed it would be quickest to prepare himself, and so slicked his fingers up with the lubricant and decided to offer John the show. He was tight at first, god knows it had been some time since he had last done this, but lying on his back he was quick to find himself a rhythm as he worked himself open, riding his fingers as he curled them enough to find the sweet spot. His eyes slipped shut, knowing John would be watching and wanting to be as sensual as possible as he bit down on his bottom lip, not letting any sounds escape for now. He wished to savour them for when it was John offering him such sweet pleasures.

You: Right when John was about to open the cap of the lubricant, Sherlock took it from his hands and before he realised the brunet was lying next to him with already one finger inside him. The sight was breathtaking and for a moment the blond could only lay down next to him, his gaze locked on Sherlock's. No matter what he would do, he would look as sensual as he could be. Carefully, John sat up straight as silent as possible just so he wouldn't disturb the other in all his grace. He moved until he was hovering above the brunet, his lips moving across his neck and kissing every piece of skin he could reach, swiping his tongue across it. "Sherlock ..." He whispered as he reached his ear, locking his earlobe between his teeth before gently tugging at it. "I want to hear you." He added, knowing that Sherlock moaning at this point would sound like music in his ears. His hand moved down Sherlock's chest before his fingers carefully wrapped around his erection, slowly moving at the pace of the brunet's fingers moving inside him.

Stranger: John knew exactly which buttons to press, he always did. Even now, years on, he still managed to. Sherlock damn-near made a sound just hearing John asking him to, lips at his ear like that. "Yes, John." He whispered, immediately bucking his hips up into the feeling as John wrapped his hand around his erection and patched the pace. If John was going to keep up like that Sherlock had little idea as to how long he'd last. With that happening, there was no way he was able to keep quiet. He let go of his bottom lip between his teeth with a low, rumbling moan, arching his back a little as he slipped in another finger, not needing much more time in order to open himself up. He was impatient by nature and was quick to want John. "I want you." He groaned, brows furrowed in concentration but eyes closed, giving into the feeling of John's rough palm on him.

You: There was no doubt that Sherlock was perfect. Even if he had his flaws, they only made him even more perfect than he already was if that was even possible. Seeing him like this, body moving into his touches, his free hand grasping at the sheets beneath him, made John want him even more. His lips moved softly against Sherlock's skin, leaving small marks on places which the other could easily hide if he wanted to. It had always been some kind of promise between them, not leaving marks where people could see it as those marks were private and needed to stay between them. Now John was the one to bite down on his bottom lip, watching Sherlock's fingers disappearing inside of him, making the brunet almost squirm underneath him. There was absolutely nothing that could stop him from wanting him at this point. "Are you sure?" John whispered as he wanted this to be perfect, not hurting the other was a part of it. The blond was already moving over him, grabbing the small bottle of lubricant. "Do you want me to use a condom?"

Stranger: "I'm completely sure." Sherlock spoke in broken words, opening his eyes just to look at John with the closest to a plea Sherlock Holmes would ever offer outside of his acting. He was almost too far gone to even notice what John was and wasn't saying, though the condom request did get through, and he stopped for a moment, pausing, before carrying on and not wishing to seem too much like he was thinking about it. But he was. "I'm.. I got tested." He told John, knowing this wasn't exactly the sexiest conversation but it needed to be had. "After the drugs, I got tested, I wanted to be sure.. For myself. For my own reasons. I wanted to know I was clean. And I am. I only used clean needles, we never shared.. I got tested and I'm clean. So if you'll.." His eyes were shut tight again now, trying to rid himself of the thought of what John's expression might show if he opened them back up. He just wanted it like before, no barriers between them. "If you'll have me then no condoms. But I won't judge you if you want to, if you feel.. Safer."

You: While his lips were still moving across Sherlock's neck, finding skin that he hadn't kissed yet, he listened to the other's rambling before moving up and sealing their lips together. "I just wanted to know." He whispered as he leaned his forehead against his, nudging their nose together in a sweet way. "You know I am not judging you. I feel safe with you. In any circumstances." John added before he settled behind the brunet. From that moment, he felt really nervous. They didn't have sex with each other for a few years, or not even with anyone else. Perhaps there was a chance that Sherlock wasn't going to like it even if that was a ridiculous thought according to the chemistry between them. Slowly, he spread Sherlock's legs further apart, lifting up his hips slightly with one hand before carefully pushing inside of him. It felt like his whole body immediately addapted to Sherlock's, making him let out a low and shuddering moan at the feeling.

Stranger: John's words didn't fail to help and he nudged his nose back against his lover's own as John promised they'd be alright. John felt safe with him, and god knows that was returned tenfold. He allowed John to manoeuvre him to how he wanted him and Sherlock clutched onto the sheets beside him in preparation for the stretch but when it came and John shifted inside of him all he could really find himself focusing on was how long it had been. How he had almost certainly forgotten how this felt. A small, moan-like gasp escaped his lips as he did and his hand tightened in the sheets before forcing himself to relax. He reached back for John's hand, trying to tangle their fingers together in haste but in exchange just holding John's whole hand in his own, keeping the grip tight as he got used to the feeling of him all over again. "You can move now," the man whispered, certain.

You: John was as slow as he possibly could, knowing that this would probably hurt for the brunet by the look on his face. His body tensed up, eyes squeezed shut and John pressed soft kisses all over his cheeks and nose, hoping it would help him relax slightly. As Sherlock reached for his hand, John shifted slightly to be able to link their fingers together, giving it a small squeeze and when Sherlock squeezed back (even if it was slightly harder than he did), John couldn't help but to smile softly. "Are you alright?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper as he couldn't help but to feel the arousal rushing through his body as well. As he got the other's approval, he slowly pulled back his hips, only to push forward again. All movements were soft and slow, making sure that he would never ever hurt the brunet.

Stranger: "It's good, John. It's good." Sherlock breathed, lips parted as he didn't even stop the moans that left his lips now as John moved achingly slowly, but it was good. Definitely good. He kept hold of his hand as he started to feel a little more relaxed, remembering not to tense his muscles so much. "Keep going." Once they were at this stage Sherlock saw little point in holding in the sounds that escaped, and depending on the circumstances, he could be rather loud in doing so. It had been so long sine their last coupling like this that Sherlock thought it best to give it his all. The pain excused now for pleasurable sensations, Sherlock was able to arch his hips up into every thrust John offered, and he tipped his head back into the pillow as he did so, the long expanse of his neck following down to the curve of his spine on show for John to witness.

You: Having Sherlock like this was absolutely a privilege in John's opinion as he had been the only one to see him like this, completely falling apart underneath him, not caring about how loud he could be (which was louder than you would imagine). And the blond loved everything about it. "Oh God Sherlock ..." John moaned softly once his hips were starting to move perfectly against his, meeting his own hips on the right time with every thrust. He wanted to go faster and deeper, but at the same time he wanted to keep this as achingly slow as possible, wanting this to last forever. When Sherlock's neck was so beautifully exposed, he couldn't help but to press his lips against his skin. Due the arousal, he sucked a mark underneath his jaw. It was only a small one and hopefully it would fade away by the morning but he wanted to let the other know that he was his, even how possesive it sounds.

Stranger: It was an art, being together like this. Trying to find the right pace for the moment, be it fast and hard and quick, a night of rough passions far more than intimacies, and Sherlock remembered many a bruise and sore spot the next day but a smile never leaving his lips after it. And then there was the slower moments, after months away and having missed one another, Skype chat after Skype chat and when speaking over the phone wasn't enough. Time zones changing and waiting hours for a text back, when they were finally together they wanted only to memorise it. So which of those was it now? Sherlock couldn't decide. It was both, and yet neither. It was make up sex without the anger and it was the sentiment with instead years between them. So Sherlock wanted all of it, anything he could take. The mark sucked onto the underside of his jaw made him gasp, hands grasping at John's shoulders now as his eyes fluttered shut, both wanting to see John but realising the pleasure stopped that from happening for too long. "Faster, John." He whispered after some time, unable to help himself as his cock was flushed pink between them and aching for some attention. He dropped a hand between them to curl his fingers around it, a breathy moan leaving his lips as he did. It had been an age since he had felt this much, both emotionally and physically, now all at once.

You: They were completely caught up in the moment. Nothing would be able to make them stop as they only had eye for each other. It was unbelievable that it had been years since they've been together like this as their moves and touches were as smooth as they have always been. Their hips moved like they had sex yesterday and not a few years ago. It only made John realise more how they fit perfectly together like two puzzle pieces, linking together and unable to break apart, even if it sounded cliché it was the truth. All of the emotions he had during those past years seemed to come together in that moment. Right then and there. John felt everything. From happiness that they were back together to anger at himself for being such a fool and letting Sherlock go away so easily. As Sherlock grasped at his shoulder, he couldn't help but to lock his earlobe between his teeth before tugging at it, not as gently as he did before. At the brunet's words, he didn't hesitate a moment. The words were almost begging, only a soft whisper that only John was able to hear clearly. Quickly, he picked up his pace, finding the right rhythm again as his hips moved faster against Sherlock's, a vague sound of their skins slapping together spreading throughout the room. "Can I do that?" John asked breathlessly, his fingers wrapping around Sherlock's hand which was now moving faster to be able to keep up with the speed.

Stranger: John was rather setting all of the records today. Sherlock could not recall ever having been more turned on than when John's lips attached to his earlobe and tugged, Sherlock's cock twitching in his hand as he felt the tug at his abdomen from that thrill compared to everything else happening all at once. When John increased his speed Sherlock's moans became more like not-so-quiet whines from his lips, a needy, desperate sound that proved all the more how much Sherlock needed this, and only with John. "Yes," he gasped, letting his hand slip from around his length and be replaced with John's, giving Sherlock both hands to slide down John's back, only to allow the nails to scrape upward when Sherlock felt a particularly strong wave of pleasure travel up his spine. There was no doubt they would both be feeling and witnessing the efforts of their nightly pursuits tomorrow morning when they rolled out of bed. And Sherlock wouldn't mind one bit. These three weeks would be full of this if he had any say in it. "I'm close." He whispered after some minute longer, knowing it was not the longest he could have lasted but the feelings combined, John's hand and cock, he could hardly contain the pool of warmth spreading south. "Please, John." He added further, not wanting him to stop for anything.

You: The feeling of a familiar pleasure started to form in John's lower abdomen, the heat coiling in his stomach and warming his whole body at the same time. He was sure that he wasn't going to last long, but Sherlock was more important at the moment, wanting to make sure that he finished first with all the pleasure and arousal. The brunet's fingers scraping up and down his back had always been a weak point for the actor, making his whole body shiver slightly at the soft scratch of Sherlock's finger nails. "Me too ..." He whispered which sounded more like a silent cry than him normally pronouncing the words. If only they could do this for the rest of their lifes, or at least do it right away when they wanted too without needing to think about people perhaps finding out about them. But it was part of their carreer, not being able to be together whenever they wanted to. But John knew it would work. It would work. "Oh God Sher ..." He moaned as he snapped his hips forward again, his thrust getting faster as he got closer, his hand skilfully working on Sherlock's cock, rubbing his thumb over the edge.

Stranger: With his fingernails scraping marks onto John's back and John's hands doing their best to work Sherlock up into a storm of feeling, it was no wonder he climaxed with a rather quick shudder, rolling the waves of his orgasm with only a low whine on his lips, not wasting energy on volume when he could be focusing on each shiver of pleasure that circulated through his bones. And oh, god, John knew how to do it. He spilled out against John's hand and Sherlock's teeth bit onto his bottom lip just to hold himself together. It lasted mere seconds, and yet to Sherlock it felt far longer as he collapsed onto the sheets, damn-near melted against them, back sticky with sweat from the exertion and he could feel himself stick to the crumpled white sheets below him, curls stuck to his forehead and all over a rather sticky, fantastic, glorious mess. "John." He sighed, triumphant, rather certain there was no other orgasm like it, and he eventually opened his eyes with no lie in the fire within them, certainly no acting when he looked at John with every ounce of adoration he had for him in his gaze alone.

You: As Sherlock came with a cry, spilling all over his hand while his nails were digging into his skin, John's thrusts became more erratic. Seeing Sherlock coming apart underneath him was the perfect little push he needed to get over the edge. The pleasure coiled in his stomach before climaxing as well, his whole body shuddering due the orgasm he was having. His moans were not as loud as the brunet's, but more softer but deeper. His hand immediately let go off Sherlock's erection, just to be able to lean on both hands as he didn't want to collaps completely on top of the other. As he finished, he leaned down to press his nose into Sherlock's neck, inhaling the scent of their both bodies melted together in a completely new scent. "Yeah ...?" He replied breathlessly as he heard his name leaving from the brunet's lips, his head lifting up slightly to be able to rest against Sherlock's forehead as he looked down at him with a lazy grin.

Stranger: "That was perfect." He only replied, letting his eyes fall shut with relaxation, wrapping his arms around John's neck and pulling him down with him, needing no one more. He pulled the covers over them, knowing they'd need showers but to hell with that in that moment, just wanting to remember how it was when they'd lived here before their worlds had changed so much to split them apart. He rolled them onto their sides, Sherlock curling around John, arms clingy as they grappled for him and uncaring that he was being so, John didn't seem to mind, and if he did he could shove him off if he got too hot. "We're going to be alright, aren't we?" Sherlock murmured after some time just silently lying there, feeling sleepy from exhaustion after their acts. "Tomorrow, next week, when I leave. I don't care about the press, John, but I want to keep it like this, just us, for as long as possible."

You: It was probably not such a good idea to lie down, knowing that they should at least get a towel to clean them up. But to hell with all of that. All John could think about was Sherlock and wanting to be close to him. "More than perfect." He mumbled softly as he let himself being pulled underneath the covers even though it was far too warm for it. But then again, after all those years he didn't want to let go off him. When Sherlock curled up against him, he couldn't help but to smile at himself. God, how much he missed this and how much he wanted to experience it for the rest of his life. "Of course we are going to be alright. I want this to be alright, I would and will do anything for us." He whispered softly, his fingers slowly running up and down Sherlock's bare chest, knowing how much he loved it. "I want whatever you want. Keeping this a secret won't be good but then again ... I am fine if the press will find out."

Stranger: With John's fingers running up and down his bare skin it was hard to focus, and he closed his eyes, trying not to let sleep take over too easily when he knew all well and good that they did need to shower. "Convince me to get up," He whispered to his partner, draped over him, despite how sticky with sweat they remained. "I don't want to move, convince me to get up and at least wash." He nudged his head up, nosing against John's cheek before pressing a gentle kiss to it, lingering for a few, long seconds. "Sod the press. What terrible pillow talk we have," Sherlock teased, opening his eyes only to smirk at the other man. "What do we talk about in bed? Oh, you know, the press. Rubbish. We should talk about something far more appealing. Like how many bruises I've left on your skin..." He draped his fingers over a few on the base of his neck, only light, but they were still there and Sherlock was proud of them, and would be for the days they lasted. "Damn though, I didn't make you wear the green wig.."

You: It was quite impossible not to snigger softly at the last part, shaking his head at the brunet before John leaned down to press a soft kiss against his forehead. "Good thing that you didn't let me wear the wig. That would have itched like crazy." He chuckled softly. Instead of trying to get Sherlock out of bed because they should take a shower, John pulled him even closer to him. Sherlock's fingers running over the bruises was quite relaxing, making him yawn for a small second. "Did you leave a lot of bruises on my neck? Am I not allowed to go outside because of them so everyone knows that I am yours?" He asked,vis eyes slightly open as he glanced down at the other. "Besides, there's absolutely no way that I am going to let you go out of bed. I want you to stay here and cuddle with me and fall asleep in my arms more than ever. The sheets are already dirty and we could shower in the morning, how disgusting that might sound."

Stranger: "Not sure I could ever have forgotten the image of having this bright green wig atop of me as I was quite thoroughly shagged." Sherlock laughed as he admitted it, curling his fingers around John's waist as he decided that no, they were not moving anywhere quite yet. At least not until morning, and Sherlock's whole body relaxed just thinking of it. "I left a few... They might fade by the morning.. They might not..." Sherlock drawled, "I'll cover you in bruises before these three weeks are gone. And oh, I hope for the same." He teased, bringing John down for a kiss, pulling the man on top of him again as he shivered in pleasure, just happy to have him close. He kept that up until he really was exhausted and he closed his eyes, curling back up against John's side. "Better not leave, Mr."

You: "No no no no ... God no. I am going to try to keep that green wig outside of the bedroom." John chuckled as he buried his face into the slightly damp but soft hair, nuzzling it and inhaling the amazing scent of Sherlock mixed together with him. "A few? So you probably gave me a lot ... Not that I mind them, not at all." He hummed happily as he was being pulled on top of the brunet, his lips immediately finding the soft spot underneath Sherlock's jaw where he couldn't help but to suck a faint bruise. It would probably disappear the next morning, but for now he could enjoy the view of a small mark on Sherlock's pale skin. His lips were then pressed against the brunet's, kissing him softly and humming against their lips before he lied on his side again. "I promise that I am not going to leave. I am afraid that you are never going to get rid off me again, Mr."

Stranger: "One day I'll have you wear it. And the seventies porn star moustache. Never will I be more attracted to you." Sherlock was quick to add in, faintly moaning at the sensation of the newly forming bruise that was being applied to his skin in a place he would surely have to wear a scarf in which to hide. It was fine, however. They had three weeks before things started to become increasingly more challenging. "I want us to be the couple no one ever doubts. The ones where they turn to us and say 'oh, they've been together forever. They're perfect.'" Whilst Sherlock was by no means a romantic, at least not in his own mind, there were certain things he had learnt from films, or at least being in such an industry. And it was that with incredible effort and a certain kind of realism about the world despite their trade, they could make it work. You could have a partner not in the business, and keep them entirely out of the limelight. You could have children and never have them seen by any press. It was possible. It was just hard. But now they had been apart, perhaps they had every chance of being thatcouple if they only tried to keep things personal. "I'm going to fall asleep," Sherlock whispered, falling more and more into slumber as he curled around John, head resting against his lover's, touching foreheads and knowing sleep would not come easier than it would this night.

You: Ignoring the comment about the green wig, as John was still convinced that he was never going to wear it, he just chuckled at the words as he lied on his side again. His fingers ran over the brunet's back again in no time, finding it even relaxing for him to feel the soft skin underneath his fingertips. "Then we will be that couple." John hummed happily. To be honest, he was quite certain they were going to be that couple. Everybody wanted them to be back together and everybody loved them when they were. It was hard work, John knew, but it was a risk he was willing to take. A risk that he knew would succeed as in his eyes they were made for each other. Because he would do anything in the whole wide world to keep this brunet with him forever. He would cross oceans if he had, something that perhaps didn't sound so impressive coming from someone who had travelled the world for his work. But he would follow Sherlock to anywhere he would go. "I'm not going to stop you." John said with a small chuckle, tightening the duvet around them as he snuggled close against the other. "sleep tight, Sher. I love you."

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Fake moustache kisses (pt. 3)

Will the date be ruined because of what John said? Will they not end up together? You’ll find out in part 3! (for anyone who wants to know who my partner is, it’s http://andersaur.tumblr.com/ and you should all give her some love!)

You: John froze in place, looking down at himself instead of looking into Sherlock's eyes, knowing that he would only see hurt in them instead of joy. "I thought about it but I didn't do it because I thought it might hurt you ..." He tried but he was being interrupted by Sherlock talking and standing up. Before he could say something else, not that he wanted to say something else as he knew to give Sherlock the space at the moment, the brunet stood and left their table, going straight to the bathroom. It had been really stupid to mention it as no one else but John truly knew what Redbeard had meant for Sherlock. After a few minutes, the blond stood up as well, opening the door to the bathroom and seeing Sherlock standing in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection. Hesitantly, John walked up until he was standing behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting hs chin on top of his shoulder as he was just big enough to do so. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Stranger: Sherlock didn't speak, was just glad that the bathrooms were empty for now as he took a few deep breaths. It was only when John came in did he flinch, coming back to himself as he felt his partner's arms slip around his middle. "You know how much he meant to me, John." Sherlock spoke quietly, bowing his head as he stared down at the sink. "I just am not sure what I would have done had you.. Got a dog without me. Is that stupid? Is that wrong?" He wasn't used to this. He didn't know how to do this. John was better at relationships than he was, so how was Sherlock supposed to know how to cope? Truth was, Sherlock had all of his experience from his relationship with John, so when that had crumbled he had known little of what to do with himself. Eventually letting his hands slide of John's arms around him, he turned, pressing his face into the crook of John's neck as he bent over enough to do so, "I'm sorry. Tonight was supposed to be perfect. You were supposed to want to come back to me. It was meant to be better than this."

You: "No, it's not stupid." John said quietly, looking at Sherlock's reflection even if he wasn't look back at him. "It would have been terribly wrong if I got a dog without you, I know that. That's why I didn't do it as I knew how much it would hurt you. It was something that I've said one time and the press got crazy about the fact that I was thinking about getting a dog. I would never get a dog without you, you know that." He continued, immediately wrapping his arms around the brunet's waist again as he turned around, pressing soft kisses on Sherlock's temple from time to time. It always did something to the blond whenever he saw his lover like this, knowing that it had been his fault to make him feel this way, making him feel even more guilty than he already was. But then there was Sherlock, saying that he had ruined their night, like it had been his fault as well which was just absolutely ridiculous. "Don't say that." John said with a soft chuckle, pulling back to be able to look at the other. "Tonight is still perfect. Nothing that will happen tonight would make this night not perfect."

Stranger: Sherlock allowed himself to be comforted like this for some time, holding onto John as he explained himself and the dog situation for him. "We'll.. Get one. When the time is right. When we're settled.." Sherlock promised, still liking the idea, he missed it, but right now he didn't feel it would be fair to do so when they were apart. He hated that the press would take just about anything and make it into a story - as if buying a dog meant that John had found 'the one' and wished to settle down with a white picket fence and a house in LA or wherever they wanted to situate him. Sherlock knew that wasn't true, but it still didn't mean it didn't hurt. Leaning back, Sherlock pressed his lips to John's forehead between his brows and inhaled a deep breath. "Even if it rains and your fake moustache gets ruined?" Sherlock teased, managing to crack a smile at that at least. "Angelo is probably wondering where we've got to. That or that we're so in love we wanted to make out in the bathroom stalls again." He sent John a wink, slowly but surely coming back to his usual self. "I shouldn't have snapped. I am sorry. Your choices are yours to make. And I should know better than to listen to the damned press." With that he swept down and kissed John, cupping his cheeks lovingly in his hands as he did so.

You: "It's not a decision what we need to make right now." John smiled. "Maybe we will get like one of those little dogs when we are old and too ugly to play in movies so we will have this nice little house with a front porch somewhere where the weather is always nice." He added with a small chuckle, the thought already making him utterly happy, seeing Sherlock in his head in a swinging chair with a small puppy on his lap, his curls turned silver instead of grey. "Like I have said, only the professional interviews I have given are one hundred per cent true. Believe me, I made sure to check them before they got piblished so no journalist would have twisted my words. I can't come up with any gossip that could be true. You haf a reason to snap, Sherlock." He said before smirking at the other's words. Before he noticed that Sherlock was leaning down to reunite their lips in a sweet kiss, the blind grinned. "Well, if he thinks we are making out ... We should do it anyway." He murmured before he tightened his arms around Sherlock's waist to pull him closer as they kissed.

Stranger: "You have such positive thoughts of our future.. If not a little unrealistic." He teased, raking a hand through his partner's sandy blond hair and kissing all over his cheeks for a moment. "I think you'll make a good grey. You'll be one of those actors that never grows too old for screen. Whilst I'll just get weirder and weirder looking, you'll be the hot dad." Sherlock could imagine it though, his John playing roles long into his older age, and Sherlock being more than happy with that. They loved their jobs after all. "You're always so much more at east during interviews than I am," He pointed out, "I look like someone has stuck something up my backside when I watch them back.." He closed his eyes as a blush found its way onto his cheeks, that was the thing with being with a fellow actor, you usually end up comparing yourselves. Though John was always there for a distraction as he kissed him, and he grinned against his lips at the idea of doing exactly what Angelo thought they were up to. Cheekily, he turned them around and grabbed onto John's hips, hoisting him up onto the counter near the sinks so he wouldn't have to lean down as they kissed, smirking as he knew John probably would complain but he'd be too busy kissing him to let it be so.

You: A warm chuckle came from the blond at the memory of all the interviews he had watched of Sherlock. "It really looks like someone stuck something up your backside. But do you remember the time you had an interview in the morning and we still had sex but it was a quick and hard one. You were kind of sore and the interview was hilarious as you needed to sit on the most uncomfortable chair ever." He giggled against their lips, going silent as soon as he noticed that Sherlock was deepening the kiss. And when Sherlock deepened the kiss, it was quite serious. "Sher." John murmured as he felt himself being lifted up until he sat on the counter, rolling his eyes. "I am not that small." He pointed out as he wrapped his arms around Sherlock's shoulders anyway, his legs quickly locking the other's hips between his knees.

Stranger: "Hey, you're not supposed to say that!" Sherlock huffed, pouting a little, though it was soon replaced with a fond expression as John remembered that interview. "I had to keep shuffling.. The interviewer had to ask if I was alright! It was all I could do was to laugh and tell him how uncomfortable the chair was. It was ridiculous. At least the world saw me laugh, so they know I can do it." He shrugged. He didn't often care how people saw him, apart from fans and such which were the lifeblood of his work for those were who saw his films, but sometimes it was difficult not to feel self-conscious as an actor with everyone watching every move you make. "You are a little." He muttered against John's lips, grinning too much to kiss him back and having to try and force it off his lips as he parted them, sliding his tongue over John's bottom lip as he listened out for the door, since in the light of the bathroom they really would be noticed should anyone come in.

You: John tried to listen to the things Sherlock was saying, but it was far more difficult than he thought it would be with the brunet's tongue sweeping across his lips. "Shut up and kiss me." He murmured, for once ignoring the coming Sherlock made on his height which he normally would do as he didn't like people telling him he was short. Accept for Sherlock as it was more of an endearment than an insult. Laughing in front of a camera was rather hard for the brunet as he mostly wanted to be seen as a professional and serious actor that he was. So seeing him laugh ik public was always a pleasant surprise. His hands moved up to bury his hands in the raven curls, slightly tugging at them as the kiss turned far more passionate than appropriate. "Don't stop." John murmured as he thought that Sherlock was going to pull back, locking his bottom lip between his teeth before gently tugging at it.

Stranger: Well John really must have been excited for the kiss, otherwise Sherlock knew for a fact John would have given him grief about his little height comment. Sherlock didn't really think him short, he just liked teasing him since it usually got a good reaction. He was the perfect size for Sherlock, enough he could wrap his arms around his shoulders and rest his chin atop his head. He was perfect. John always would be. When John told him not to stop Sherlock hummed in response, realising this was probably getting out of hand but John had him pinned there with his legs and his hair and so he wasn't leaning back even if he wanted to. Which he most certainly did not. As John took his lip between his teeth a small, gentle moan slipped past his lips unaware of itself until it was out. John was probably the only one to be able to make him forget himself like this, and as Sherlock's hands slid up John's thighs, he was glad he was the only one. Wouldn't do to be this passionate about anyone else.

You: The quiet moan coming from the brunet, only encouraged John to go further, letting the kiss grew more heated within seconds. At this moment, he was convinced that he wasn't going to be able to let go off Sherlock. "God, I want to take off your clothes." He chuckled against their lips, his legs pulling him closer until their hips were aligned. "But perhaps we should go back." He added even though he couldn't help but to buck his hips forward, his eyes playful and filled with want as he looked up. There was a large chance that their food was already being served and Angelo would probably also suspect what they might be doing as he had walked upon them two times before.

Stranger: John was clearly very much getting into this, and who was Sherlock to refuse that? "You will, but are you really going to do it in a public restroom?" Sherlock commented back, trying and failing to stifle the moan that slipped past his lips when John aligned their hips and rocked forward enough for Sherlock to feel him pressed against his crotch. "John.." He stuttered out, a shaky breath escaping his lips but even still, he hadn't leant back. "I love you, but you'll regret it if you don't have food. And then, and then I promise when we get into that taxi home you may take my clothes off, or, well, maybe save it for the flat. But you will. Promise." He told him, moving his lips down John's jaw and starting to suck kisses under his shirt collar at his neck.

You: His hands were already moving down Sherlock's back as he spoke, following the curve of his arse which he couldn't help but to love so much before cupping his cheeks and pushing him flush against him. "Wouldn't mind having you in a public restroom." John said with a breathy chuckle before forcing himself to let go, placing his hands next to him on the counter. "Having sex on an empty stomach would not be a great idea for me." He nodded, comforming it. Even if he wanted to jump of the counter, he couldn't help but to tilt his head to the other side in the hope Sherlock would have better access to his neck. "Sher ... We should go now ..."

Stranger: Hearing John try and repeat to himself why this was a bad idea - or rather why this was a good idea there were just better ideas - just to convince himself was rather amusing to listen to. All whilst Sherlock attacked his neck with kisses, of course, making sure to hide the bruises under his collar because Sherlock was at least a little considerate like that. Not that he looked at all presentable himself any longer. Pulling back he caught sight of himself in the mirror behind John's head and his hair was a birds nest and his lips were reddened, his skin sensitive and it did so far too quickly for his liking. "Come on, you." Sherlock nodded with a kiss to the tip of his partner's nose, stepping back so that John could hop off the counter. He quickly tried to sort his hair out and straighten his shirt before slipping back into the restaurant where their wine was waiting for them. He poured them both another glass and shortly afterwards Angelo came in with their food. "You boys look guilty. Why do you look guilty?" He asked in his thick accent. "Have you been cheeky in my bathroom again? You cannot keep your mitts off of one another can you?" He seemed more amused than anything, thankfully.

You: The other's hair looked like it exploded but that was what John absolutely adored about it as he knew he only made his hair like that except if you would count the times that he had slept as well (but everyone's hair looked messy when they've slept). "It's not my fault that you are irresistible, Sherlock Holmes." John murmured with a small huff as he stood on his feet again with a little hop. Of course, the annoyed tone in his voice had been a joke, the brunet would know that. Coming out from the bathroom made John feel like a teenager again, as if the whole school had heard them having sex in the public bathroom. As they said down, it didn't take too long until Angelo was standing next to them with the widest smile possible. Busted. Was the first thing John could think about, his cheeks tinted a soft pink but it wouldn't be noticed by the dimmed lights in the restaurant. "We well ..." John chuckled softly as he cleared his throat. "It had been a long time since we've been with one another."

Stranger: Hair still not completely tamed, Sherlock tried to ignore it as best as he could but there was no disguising what the two had got up to. Luckily no one had looked at them too much as they stepped out, no one had particularly noticed who they were yet and that's what he loved about this little place. They could be just about anybody and it would feel like home. He didn't want to tell anyone else about it though and during their breakup Sherlock had hoped John wouldn't either since this was his place. His restaurant to relax and enjoy the peace for s while. Yet it wasn't packed with paparazzi so Sherlock would only assume John hadn't taken any of his friends to eat here. When Angelo came over Sherlock's grin was more than apparent and he wasn't even trying to hide it. "Don't worry, Angelo. I promise there was nothing too cheeky going on in there." He winked, sliding his hand over to John's and giving it a squeeze. Angelo simply chuckled. "You two are so in love even now! You are the only two I will allow it from. But only if you promise when you make a happy announcement you celebrate it here with Angelo." He laughed before leaving them to their food. Sherlock was blushing. Happy announcement? Hm, they'd only just got back together and already people were assuming? He could only imagine how in love they looked in that case.

You: A happy announcement. It would be stupid to ask what he meant by that. Because he definitely know what Angelo meant by it. Marriage was always something John had dreamt of, knowing that he was a man who needed someone in his else who he called his husband. And to be honest, only one person came up in his mind who could possibly fulfill that role. Sherlock Holmes as his husband, that would be a big step in their relationship but John knew that it was one he would be happy to take. "If there's something we need to celebrate, we will do it here, no matter where we would be." John answered, looking at the brunet even if what he said was meant for Angelo. "But I know I am ridiculously in love with this man." He hummed happily, knowing that it wasn't exactly something he would tell to a waiter but knowing it was Angelo made it appropriate. If he was allowed to, he would tell every person in the world how much he loved Sherlock.

Stranger: Sherlock was still blushing even when Angelo left, and Sherlock had to take another gulp of wine. In truth, Sherlock had been ready. As ready as he'd ever be, that was. He'd never seen himself as the married type, but then he had never seen himself as someone who wanted a partner and then he'd got one, and John had slowly but surely become everything he wanted in life. But Sherlock had been ready, had John asked him. He'd realised that the moment John had left. So as John told him he loved him instead of looking to Angelo as he said it Sherlock felt his heart tighten somehow within his chest, feeling the words as well as hearing them. "I love you." Sherlock told him, which was unheard of in front of other people, he rarely said it as was, let alone in public. Afterwards he looked down at his food in embarrassment, but he was happy, oh how he was happy. "Happy announcement, eh?" Sherlock chuckled, trying to brush his thoughts away.

You: It didn't go unnoticed how Sherlock easily took a few gulps from his red wine while John only sipped from it. Once again, the brunet was nervous while in John opinion, he didn't need to be. It was only the question why he was nervous in the first place as it didn't seem that anyone recognised them in the restaurant or he had ordered something he wouldn't like because they both knew how much Sherlock loved the carbonara. But it wasn't until he heard the last words that he knew why he was acting a bit odd. But then again, he didn't know if he meant it the same way as him. Sherlock never really seemed the person to get married, but never did anyone think that Sherlock would fall head over heels with a bloke and actually be in love with him. "Not yet." John answered with a small wink, taking his knife and fork in both hands.

Stranger: Not yet. But they would? If they were lucky. If they were honestly sure about spending their lives together.. Then perhaps not yet really was a sign that one day one of them would pop the question. But who? Surely John was uncertain that Sherlock would want this at all. Yet Sherlock couldn't imagine getting down on one knee himself.. Or could he? John smiling, surprised, and full of that glee John was so good at showing him when he did something sentimental, and the words.. John saying yes. Maybe he could be persuaded to do it after all. Sherlock seemed to relax a little at that, starting up eating his food once he'd picked up his cutlery and allowed the image of proposing here and now slip out of his mind. Time was of no difference to Sherlock. Now would be no different than in a week, a month, a year. Yet it was to John, that he knew. He ate quietly for the most part, too busy enjoying his food to do anything but peek up at John and nudge him with his foot, sliding his ankle against his partner's every so often

You: Since they have been together, John knew that he might be the one to pop the question, knowing that Sherlock wasn't into all the sentiment he liked. Not that he would be mad if one day Sherlock gets down on one knee while holding a small little velvet box in his hands because either way, John would die from happiness. Then perhaps, he already had a few ideas here and there on how the ring would look like, what would be ingraved in it and perhaps even where he would ask the question. It was all just an idea where he thought about, mostly when Sherlock wasn't paying attention to him. Which were most of the times the moments he was sleeping. God, he even wanted to ask it right now. But he know it was better to be together for a while first, to bring back the memories and the feelings they used to share. "Do you like it?" John asked happily after he taken a few bites, wondering why on earth he had never come back to here even if they broke up as the food was just wonderful.

Stranger: Sherlock seldom finished his meals. In fact it was a rarity when the actor even began them to begin with. On set he grabbed an orange and would eat it in his trailer and that would be all he'd be seen nibbling on all day, and when he did eat a meal it was never in the company of others. Only ever John. Or Angelo, come to think of it. So right now, Sherlock was surprisingly eating rather well, not realising how hungry he was until now. It had been a few days, admittedly. And if anyone could get him to eat it was usually Angelo. "I am indeed, are you?" He asked in reply, offering a rare smile that was usually ever set upon his lips for John. There just wasn't many other reasons to smile like that otherwise, Sherlock felt. It was lopsided and further made his face appear too angular and only John seemed to enjoy witnessing it. "It shall be a sad day when Angelo decides to retire. I cannot claim to be eating regularly at the moment. I am meant to be bulking up but you remember how much difficulty I always had with it.."

You: Seeing Sherlock eating that much and actually enjoying it, was something rare for the both of them, but it made John happy. Other people would still think that the brunet was eating little, but he knew how much it was in contrary to other times that he just wouldn't eat at all. To be honest, John was already afraid to know how many days it had been since Sherlock had proper food except for the cracker he would eat when he thought he was going to faint (instead of eating something with sugars in which would actually not make him fall down on the ground). "It's delicious. I can see you're enjoying it." John smiled, even brighter as the crooked smile came from the brunet. God, the amount of times he had said that he hated that smile were countless. But nothing in the whole world would make John hate that smile, knowing that it was only meant for him, making it even more special than it already was. "Then we will go to every single Italian restaurant to see which one can come near to Angelo's. Even if it means we will have to go Italy. Not that I think that any restaurant would be better than this one." He replied. "Besides, you're not the only one who didn't have a good way of eating. Instead of not eating at all, there were days that I literally put everything in mouth that I saw and could have which was edible. Not really how it should be."

Stranger: Sherlock could only feel saddened by John's words when they came along, imagining John instead of starving himself rather gorging on food instead during the times where seeking his own comfort was his only option. The pair moved often in the same familiar circles but in entirely different directions at times. "Perhaps not, I did wonder if you had put on some weight.." Sherlock picked up, not to be cruel but John knew how Sherlock picked up on these small things. He always would. It was just whether he spoke about them would be the difference between people becoming offended or not. "I would rather like to go to Italy though. One place I have yet to visit for some kind of press thing. Perhaps... We could. After your next film. We can have a small holiday. It will add to our promise to focus on our relations." It was a nice idea, but whether it happened was another thing. The only perk of their jobs was that the money they got from the films ensured that paying for a holiday rather close to said holiday wasn't too pricy for them. Since booking a year in advance was no longer viable. Finishing his food, at least almost doing so, Sherlock put his cutlery down and leant back with a satisfied smile. "I am rather entirely full."

You: "Only three pounds." John answered in defense, looking down at himself and mocking like a little child before speaking. "Four." Why did Sherlock always have to notice these kind of things? There was no way that John was ever going to be able to hide something from the brunet, not that he wanted to lie to him. Well, only on occasions like birthdays and Christmas so Sherlock wouldn't be able to guess what the other had bought for him. "I didn't know you needed to go to Italy. Perhaps it's something I missed of something excited that is yet to come." John smiled brightly, always happy if there were new things coming up for the brunet. He had always been amazing at keeping his mouth shut while John would almost stammer out any secrets that he needed to keep while working on something new. "The food was amazing, just like always. I think I would be able to eat this every single day."

Stranger: "John," Sherlock reached out across the table to place his hand over John's once the man had finished eating. "The amount of weight you have or have not put on is of no difference to me. I shall care for you as you are." Whilst most would use the word love, Sherlock was back in his usual territory now of keeping the word for special occasions. So that when he did say them, they were never doubted in their honesty. "Something exciting, hm?" Sherlock picked up, arching a curious brow. John was always very good at his secrets when he wanted to be, which was both a blessing and a curse. Once their empty plates were cleared Sherlock handed John the dessert menu, sliding closer on the booth seats now that they could share the dessert menu to look at. "Do you fancy anything?" He asked, sliding his hand under the table where he was now slightly beside John rather than across from him. It was just stroking his thumb over his jeans, nothing too intimate but enough to make Sherlock just wish to be closer somewhat. After all he too had felt the loneliness of their parted years. "We could.. Share a dessert if you wanted." He realised John liked romanticisms even if he himself did not so much. But in his quiet love for John he would allow John these pleasures sometimes, and sharing a dessert, well that wasn't too much to ask was it?

You: He knew that Sherlock didn't care about his weight, but he also knew that he would notice straight away when he lost some or gained some, something he always needed to point out no matter what. It would be useless to respond to it, knowing that Sherlock would love him no matter what. Or care about him, like he liked to say. But John knew what he meant by it, also knowing that the verb 'loving' would only be there on special occasions which would make everything even more special than it would already be. "Sharing a dessert sounds amazing." John hummed as he shifted closer as well, feeling Sherlock's fingers moving up and down his leg. The brunet would probably say that it didn't mean anything, the touching, but they both knew it wasn't true. There was always something behind it, and right now it was Sherlock who wanted John. Which was also the other way around. "Only if you want to, of course. I know how much you like the desserts here." Perhaps Sherlock wasn't such a big eater but he was surely a sweet tooth. "The tiramisu here is wonderful."

Stranger: With John closer, Sherlock was happy to keep his hand on John's knee as he agreed to dessert, once the waitress came over ordering the tiramisu and offering her the menu back before turning to John, his fingers trailing up the inside of John's leg. A comfort mechanism more than anything, John always particularly warm there, like he radiated the heat, but one he had always used to do that would certainly rile John up somewhat. Wind him up enough to make him have to stop before he got a little too excited. Sherlock was being innocent enough... Taking out his phone, he quickly checked a text from his agent about having a meeting the coming Monday and agreed, letting John see the message so not to be rude, but they both knew if they didn't reply then their agents would just go on and on with increased urgency. Afterwards he flicked onto his photographs, seeing the picture of John in his moustache and smiling, turning his head and pressing his lips to John's cheek, lingering there with eyes closed. Sentiment , oh sentiment. How it would get the better of him one day. And it would, somehow. Ruin him slowly but surely. But he would do it, he would endure every gruelling second of his ruin if he could have this man in his sights for years to come.

You: As soon as Sherlock's hand was back on his leg, John relaxed immediately. There was something about those long slender fingers softly brushing over his leg which would be able to calm him down in any occasion. And not only on his leg. Whenever Sherlock would trace small patterns on his arms or his back, which was definitely his favourite place, John turned into a small little kitten. Only the purring interjected, but that was something Sherlock sometimes did even if he didn't want to admit it. "Monday? No problem." John shrugged, not caring if the meeting would last two hours or even twenty hours. He had Sherlock now with him which was the most important thing at the moment and would be the most important thing ever. Then he caught the brunet smiling down his phone, only to see that he was looking at the picture they've took together. It was pure sentiment and John loved everything about it. The following kiss only made his chest grow bigger with love for Sherlock, turning his head and smiling at him before leaning down to steal a sweet kiss from him. "Thank you for this night." He whispered once he had pulled back.

Stranger: Sherlock could spend hours touching John. Be it gently, just a stroke of his hand down his back or a hand in his hair, fingers trailing over his scalp. Be it a hand to hold, or a hand somewhere far more intimate. Wherever it was, John was a pleasure to touch. Just like now, when it was only fingers trailing on the inside of his thigh, it was enough to sate him for now. When John kissed him though, Sherlock found he couldn't stop smiling, having to raise a hand to John's cheek just to keep him there, just so he could continue the kiss once his lips had stopped betraying him. "Nothing to thank me for." Sherlock whispered, his eyes still closed, looking rather vulnerable in this light, his head tilted up towards John and fingers resting on John's hoodie. Like he was waiting to be kissed again, like there was a moment and he didn't want to be the one to break it, not if he could help it.

You: "There are plenty things to thank you for." John pointed out, still leaned forward, ready to kiss Sherlock once again but first he needed to tell him why he was so grateful. There were hundred of reasons, but they would be sitting there until the morning if John had to enumerate every single of them. "First of all, you're the one who texted me first. I would be all alone in my hotel room if it wasn't for you. I wouldn't even know that you would be London until I would find out through the media. So thank you for that." He smiled. "Besides, thank you for letting me kiss you. Perhaps I should have said hello first, but I couldn't stop myself. Just as I can't stop myself now." With that, John leaned down again, pressing one of his sweetest kisses on Sherlock's lips, his hand now resting on the other's knee.

Stranger: "I couldn't keep away any longer." Sherlock whispered against John's lips as the man explained himself to him, exactly why he was thankful for the man sat beside him now. And the kiss. The kiss was more than worth waiting for. His heart seemed to do some kind of jump within his chest, the kind that actors were often asked to portray through facial expression alone. But this. This was real, and the smile that followed was just as much so. He cupped John's cheek, kissing him for at least a minute before leaning back, noticing out of the corner of his eye the tiramisu had been put down on the table without them realising. Oh. Discreet. He held out a spoon for John, shuffled right up close to him now and caring little. The people inside the restaurant seemed to care little for the two men in the window and he was pleased for it. This was all he needed. John, his favourite restaurant, and some privacy.

You: John couldn't help but to chuckle softly as he noticed the tiramisu standing on their table, knowing that either Angelo with a wide smile or a waitress feeling slightly awkward would have put it down there. Either way, it looked incredibly delicious and he knew it even tasted better than it looked. So when Sherlock handed over the spoon, he couldn't help but to take it immediately with a big smile on his lips. Did he say earlier that the brunet was a sweet tooth? Well, he was one for sure as well. He would do anything for Sherlock. And this tiramisu. Before Sherlock even held his own spoon, John already scooped a bit on his own, putting it in his mouth and silently humming at the taste of it. "Sorry, I just couldn't wait."

Stranger: The fact that John already had the food in his mouth before Sherlock had so much as put his spoon in hand proved very much that John could be accountable to have a sweet tooth as well. There was no doubt in it, especially not how he hummed after tasting it. "You're humming. You're actually humming. My endearing man." Sherlock chuckled himself, quietly even so. Eventually Sherlock managed to grab a mouthful himself and it was indeed one of the best things he had ever tasted. It was no wonder that the dessert if this good would be wolfed down quickly. "We will have to stock the flat with dessert at this rate. We're both too terrible at keeping our hands off of the things we want." He squeezed John's knee to prove his point.

You: "Of course I am humming, you should taste this and then you know why I am humming about this." John chuckled, his mouth still full with the richness of the tiramisu, wanting to eat this every single day of the rest of his life (which wasn't such a great idea after all). Seeing Sherlock enjoying the dessert was quite satisfying as well, winking playfully at the brunet as their eyes met. "Are you still talking the dessert or are you talking about something else?" He then asked, raising his eyebrows at the other.

Stranger: John could pick up his jokes fairly quickly, and Sherlock simply took another spoonful of the tiramisu and hummed in response. "You'll never know." He offered after, scooping up the last spoonful and instead offering it out to John to eat, since John so clearly loved it and Sherlock himself was feeling a little full. It always happened this way. It was why he didn't eat during filming. He soon found himself full and readily tired, suited for a nap or a good night's sleep thereafter. John had found him in his trailer a few times catching an hour or two and Sherlock always hated his body for the weakness.

You: With raised eyebrows, John leaned down to take the last spoon, making sure to keep his eyes on Sherlock's as he slowly pulled back, letting his lips linger around the spoon for a moment while making it look far more suggestive than needed. Seeing the look in the brunet's eyes, he knew that he was actually succeeding at turning him on. Maybe if it was for a little bit. "I'll never know?" John asked as he leaned back, sweeping his finger over the plate with tiramisu, catching the last bit of ricotta before sticking his finger in his mouth, slowly licking it clean.

Stranger: John was doing that on purpose. Sherlock figured that out fairly quickly, and when he did he still couldn't tear his eyes away from how his mouth hollowed out a little around the spoon, and he looked all the more inviting when he swept the rest of the dessert into his mouth with his finger, Sherlock's eyes darkening at the mere sight. "John." He spoke lowly, having not felt this heated for quite some time. After all, he had no reason to before John's return. Their return into their relationship. "Carry on like that and I'll have you in the cab home." Sherlock leant in to murmur in John's ear before they were presented with the bill, Sherlock taking care of it quickly so he could turn back to his partner. "Home?" He suggested with a smirk set on his lips. Home definitely sounded like a bright idea.

You: "Hmm?" John hummed as he heard his name, looking up again at Sherlock and meeting his eyes wich were dark and filled with lust just like he wanted. But he always seemed to forget what kind of effect they had on him. A spark went through his body and he could feel his blood rushing South, letting him lean closer when he noticed that Sherlock was going to say something else. His lips against his ear, together with the soft whisper, made him shiver slightly. The thought on its own would be enough to get him off. His hand moved to Sherlock's knee, quickly moving up until it was resting on the inside of his thigh, feeling the warmth radiating through his trousers. "Wouldn't mind that." John replied as the other payed for the bill, squeezing his leg before moving even further up. "Home sounds like a great idea." He whispered, lips gotten dry. "We should get a cab."

Stranger: John was being unfair. He was too addictive to Sherlock, a man with a particular love for addictive substances and situations, and Sherlock now found himself hooked even after so many years off of the particular brand of drug that was John Hamish Watson. After they'd paid he stood quickly, zipping up his hoodie before waving goodbye to Angelo as Sherlock tugged John out the restaurant, looking around for the nearest cabbie as he slipped his hood up. "You, Mr, are a tease. Got me all riled up now." He shivered at the thought of John's hand on his thigh again and stepped closer to John, pulling him in for a quick kiss that was all preparation for once they got home and no doubt did a lot more of it. Sherlock managed to find a cab and have them hop into it, and when he did it was the work of some restraint not to just want to lunge for John right now.

You: "You are not the only one then." John pointed out with a small grin spread on his lips. It was rather difficult to not go further right there and then, all John wanted right now was no one else but the brunet standing in front of him. If he was certain that nobody was around, he could just rip the clothes off his body. But that would be slightly inapropriate. Once in the cab, it was even harder to keep his hands off Sherlock's body ad there was only a cabdriver with them who probably have seen more than two guys unable to not touch each other. "Now we just have to wait ..." John cleared his throat as it had been quiet for a few seconds, the tension clear between them. The ride home was going to be longer than he wanted to.

Stranger: The cab ride was torturous. It took far too long and Sherlock could barely even focus on whether the cabbie was takin them the long way because John, his John, was right there next to him and he wanted forever with him and he wanted to have sex and- "John." It took the work of a moment for Sherlock to grab at him, shuffling onto the middle seat and taking his face in his hands, fingers scraping through his blond hair and kissing him solidly on the lips. "You know what I'm like. This isn't fair." He muttered between kisses, because John had far more experience than Sherlock did and so this was all rather overwhelming the second time round. "This has been long overdue. I don't want to wait any longer, John." He whispered, his fingers stroking over John's cheek. "I've nearly lost you to other people too many times. You're mine now." Another kiss. And this time, with a growl, "mine."

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Fake moustache kisses (pt. 2)

And it continues! The date goes further :)

Stranger: Sherlock hadn't been joking. His mind was up in the clouds along with John's promise that this really was a date. That this was their second chance at being together. And Sherlock was not about to waste it. He had bought himself a pack of the moustaches in various shapes and sizes, one blond one for John too, and of course the green wig. Just because he had to make John laugh with it at one point. Slipping the bag into his hoodie pocket, he had gone to Southbank to wait, putting on the fake moustache and thankful it was quickly growing dark so that others wouldn't look at him all too obviously. he was looking out across the water when he felt someone tug at him, and before he knew it said person had his lips on him, fake moustache pressed between them. Sherlock could only grin, even through their kisses. One hand slid up onto John's cheek, the other at his waist to pull him in as he bent slightly so to accommodate for the height difference. Only once he realised the moustache was going to fall off did he lean back, sticking it back on and grinning at the man he had missed ridiculously. "Hello." Sherlock greeted, lips red from the kiss but the smile was too bright for it to be noticeable. "So you did recognise me after all."

You: It was quite impossible not to smile against the other's lips. The feeling of it only made him more aware of how much he had missed being with the brunet. Even if it was just having small talk with him, he missed it. He even missed the small quarrels they would have from time to time when they were both too tired to think straight. "Hey ..." John said, chuckling at the look of Sherlock with a moustache that looked a little bit too crooked to be real. "How would I not be able to recognise you? I have been searching for you my whole life." He hummed happily, knowing that all of it sounded far too cheesy than it should be. Playfully, he pointed at the moustache, raising his eyebrow at the brunet. "I think you should fix your moustache, sir."

Stranger: A rather loud and free laugh escaped the brunet's lips at that. John was perfect. Cheesy, romantic to his very core, but perfect. Sherlock slid his other hand to John's cheek and brushed their lips together once more, letting John really feel the soft moustache atop his lip. "You said I was romantic? You are.. Something else." He told him before trying to fix his moustache, unable to see whether it was crooked or not. "However.." Reaching into his pocket he produced the other moustaches, offering the blond one out to John to see and unpeeling the back before sticking it atop his lip. "Just like that old movie!" Sherlock cared little of their silliness, if it was one night then they could afford to be.

You: A small chuckle came from the blond's lips as the other seemed to be tickling him with the fake moustache, which felt softer than he thought it would. "Now I am curious that what else I am than romantic." He whispered softly before he got more curious about something else as Sherlock fumbled in his hoodie before he pulled out a small package of fake moustaches which made John laugh far more harder than he should. "Oh God, Sherlock ..." He sniggered, quickly taking the most horrible moustache from the package and sticking it on. "How do I look? Don't say anything ... I know I look amazing."

Stranger: They had to be giddy. Surely that was what was going on here? Sherlock was happy, really, actually happy. Not the kind he had to play in a film, but his real self feeling emotions he had not felt truly for years. And it was surely due to the man that was putting on a fake moustache for him and oh, if anyone could have seen them now. "That's it.. That's your photo of the year. Britain's hottest actor, John Watson, everybody." He made sure not to say that too loudly as he took out his phone, snapping a photo of his lover before showing it to him. "It's.. Put a whole ten years on you. You're now forty five." He chuckled, stepping closer to John and pressing a kiss to the man's temple as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders. He had missed him, terribly so, and the urge to be close only made itself apparent because of such. "It's getting dark." Sherlock pointed out. "Would you like to try for the London Eye now? If we're not using our faces we may have to queue." There were perks to the entire actor thing, but this was their night to be themselves.

You: It was the nicest thing to have Sherlock so close to him again. It made all the past years fade away within seconds, suddenly all have been worth to feel the butterflies he had on their first date all over again. Not that the butterflies in his stomach had ever disappeared. As he saw the picture, the blond couldn't help but to let out a loud chortle at the sight of him wearing the moustache. "I look even more horrible than I did in that movie." He chuckled, smiling to himself at the small kiss that he was being given on his temple, his whole body warming up at the touch of it. "I always wanted to look older than I really am." All of it was so sweet. Sherlock was sweet, even sweeter than his favourite candy. With a small nod, John reached down for Sherlock's hands, their fingers linked perfectly together as they were made for each other. "I don't mind waiting in the queue. It won't be boring with you." He said, slightly pulling at their hands as they started to walk towards the Ferris wheel.

Stranger: "Oh no, you mean you look even more handsome." Sherlock corrected, using the small moment whilst John wasn't looking directly at him to close his eyes and take it all in, breathe John in and just remember that this all could be his. It could be all completely true so long as he didn't mess it up. His fingers linked with John's as they walked to the queue which thankfully wasn't too long, their hoods still up and whilst they were getting slight looks for that, it was a bit cold out so they could be mistaken for just being chilly easily enough. Once in the queue Sherlock stood behind John, winding his arms around the shorter man's frame and tucking his head in on his shoulder. "I missed you." He whispered, taking his confidence and using it to his advantage, knowing it wouldn't always be this way, he would not always be quite so loving.

You: Holding hands was probably the one thing he missed the most. But then again John thought that kissing him, smelling his scent, looking at him while he wasn't were also the things he missed the most. It was Sherlock what he missed. Every single little thing about him. Even the days where he wanted to be left alone so he could focus on his next coming role. Just everything. Good that nobody recognised them. Not that it would have ruined the night, but it would have been far more harder to get to the restaurant afterwards. As he felt Sherlock's arms being wrapped around his waist from behind, John immediately leaned back, letting his head being pulled against the other's shoulders as they both knew he liked it the most. "I've missed you, too." He whispered in return, closing his eyes for moment to just enjoy the feeling of the brunet's arms around him. "Can't wait to feel these arms around me in the morning." John mumbled more to himself than to the other, his eyes still closed even if they moved forwards in the queue.

Stranger: For now, they were just two grown men looking like complete idiots wearing fake moustaches. Anyone could have assumed it a birthday, or a stag night (albeit an alternative one where both grooms were together) or just a dare, but they were smiling and were happy, and little else mattered. They got the occasional look, John rather a heartthrob in the teenage community (Sherlock didn't like to imagine himself as much of one, though he knew it was either or with him, they either loved him or thought him horrendously ugly) and so some teenagers waiting to go on did look with puzzlement, but none seemed to be sure - and that was a good thing. When John leant against him Sherlock could only wind his arms tighter around his lover, letting them relax in the moments the queue did not shuffle forward. "And feel them you will. I'm not letting you leave, for as long as I may have you near." These three weeks were impossibly important to Sherlock, and he needed to remind John of their love enough that they would want to go the distance once they were both working on films and had to be apart. He helped John shuffle forward whilst his eyes were closed, and had to keep sticking on his moustache every so often as it threatened to peel under the weight of his growing smile. Soon enough they neared the front, and with a kiss to John's cheek, he prompted they would be needed soon. Sherlock paid, laughing at the look he was given for his moustache. "A dare." He replied, not making any attention go to it by being awkward before stepping onto one of the glass domes and pulling John alongside.

You: John noticed the way a group of teenagers looked at them, more specifically to him as his fans were far more younger than Sherlock's. Not to be too quickly, he turned his head to the other side, pretending to look at the park next to them in the hope they would just give up and continue. Which they did, luckily. As Sherlock replied to the thoughts he was saying to himself, he couldn't help but to blush softly, happy that it was getting dark outside so the brunet wouldn't notice it. Three weeks wasn't such a long time, knowing that the time went incredibly fast whenever he was with Sherlock. But that wouldn't stop him from making it into the best three weeks they both have had in a long time. John needed to remember the other what it was to be with him, hoping that he wouldn't forget about it once he was going back to L.A. But those were thoughts for later as now he only wanted to concentrate on this night. Which was goung to be wonderful, he already knew. The London Eye had always been his favourite thing about London, especially at night. It was all twinkly and loving. The thing he was most excited about was being at the top, having the sight all over London which was beautifully lid by all the lights the city carried. Sharing this with Sherlock was important for him, wanting to share this experience with him.

Stranger: Once inside, Sherlock found them a spot to stand at, knowing once they were at the top John would have the best view, and he kept his arms around him, finding that proximity seemed like their best bet, and he really couldn't keep his hands off now he'd started. Although the higher they climbed, the less Sherlock focused on the view. It was John he was looking at. John and his expression, knowing how much he enjoyed this and wanting to memorise it like he did his lines, saving it to memory, picture perfect. "How has it been over a year since I saw you last?" At least like this, anyway, but John would surely know what he meant. It hurt to think of how long they'd been apart, and Sherlock slipped his hand into John's as he brushed his nose against John's hair, pulling the hoodie down for now whilst they were in the enclosed space. Everyone else was too busy looking outside anyway, and Sherlock's body was shielding most of the view of John to the others. "Do you wish to take a photo?" He whispered, knowing how fond John was of them. And Sherlock was determined to make this work this time round.

You: With every second they got closer to be at the top, the more excited John got. It didn't take too long until the sparkles in his eyes were brighter than all of the lights together in London. God, it really had been such a long time ago since he felt ... normal. They didn't have any privileges now, they were just as everybody else. Everybody in that glass dome had waited the same amount before getting inside which was a rather satisfying feeling for the blond. "It was /horrible/." John joked, but they both knew there had been some truth in it. "It hurt to see you at the Oscars, you seemed so happy and it made me think you were far more happier alone than being with me. But then again ... Somehow it's always nice to see you. I don't know what it is. Even if you would be snogging every single guy there, I would still have been happy to see you." He murmured before going quiet as he took in the view. The moment of silence was nice, giving John the opportunity to enjoy himself, Sherlock and London for a few seconds. "I would love to take a photo." John smiled brightly, his hand already reaching for his phone in his pocket before holding it in front of him with the front camera pointed to them. "Smile." He hummed before taking a picture.

Stranger: "I wasn't happy at all." Sherlock told him, half lost in the memory at seeing John at the Oscars and how early he had left that night. He remembered going to see Victor there after, and the party he'd had with him instead, all because John had smiled at him and made him feel loved for the space of a moment before he realised he was standing in the middle of one of the largest red carpets completely and utterly alone. He had wondered if John had seen it. Seen him linger in the middle, looking lost in those moments before a fellow actor had sparked conversation with him to help him along. It was like everyone had known he'd been sinking but John. He was thinking of this whilst John went quiet, and Sherlock's eyes looked out to the view, taking his own hood down and just admiring it before he turned as John took the phone out, the backdrop gorgeous behind them even if they looked stupid with their damn moustaches. He smiled, just for John, and hoped the photo came out alright. "How is it? Do I look as ridiculous as I feel?" He asked, laughing, one of the people turning to glance at them and Sherlock just hoping they could have some private time, that they weren't about to blab if they did recognise them. He caught eyes with the older woman, who seemed to notice, and he gave her a hopeful smile before laying his hand on John's waist, trying to signal that he was just trying to have a nice evening in peace. And if she did know who he was, then she'd know how important John was to him, too.

You: "Even more ridiculous." John chuckled as he looked at the picture with only fondness in his eyes, his thumb brushing over the screen as he couldn't stop looking at it. "I didn't even realise I was still wearing the moustache. When I think about it, it actually bothers me because it's so soft and ticklish. But then again, I don't want to take it off as it is far more entertaining than I thought it would be." He added, glancing at the picture one more time before setting it as his lock screen. Another sentimental thing he liked to do from time to time. After their break up, John had their last picture together on his phone far too long to be good for him. But never did he manage to delete them forever, they were still somewhere on his laptop he barely used as his agent did most of the computer work. "But you look gorgeous. Like always. You've always looked gorgeous, did you know that? Not even once was there a moment that I thought you didn't look good. Even when you were sick you looked handsome. I don't know how you did it. I could just watch you and never get bored with it."

Stranger: "It looks devilishly handsome on you, John, we must wear them forever." Sherlock just chuckled, pressing their foreheads together as he listened to John talk. His compliments always meant the most, and Sherlock loved him all the more for making him feel that much better about himself. Ignoring the rest of the eight or so people inside, Sherlock couldn't help it after all that and ducked his head in to kiss John, moustaches be damned as he caught them in a sweet kiss, moulding their lips and reminding himself of it once again, this time able to let it continue without smiling too much. He knew he was wasting time for John's view but they would be up here a while, and right now Sherlock could think of little better than being at the top of the London Eye, kissing the man he had spent so long wanting to be around. He had a feeling people were looking, but he couldn't care less.

You: Slowly, his eyes fluttered shut as he felt the other's lips against his. They were still as soft and sweet as he could remember them, somehow the taste of honey always there, even if the mornings or after having eaten Thai curry. As soon as he melted into the kiss, he didn't care about the view anymore. The view could be stolen from him as it meant that he would have Sherlock for the rest of his life which was something he was going to fight for no matter what. Knowing that people could see them, he couldn't care less, returning the kiss with all the love he felt for the brunet inside him, their lips moving slowly against each other.

Stranger: He could bribe the eight other people in their dome if he had to, and anyone else looking from the others they would be too blurry to be proven. So Sherlock kept up the kiss until he required the air and when he broke away Sherlock only had one thing to say. "I love you." It had always been hard for him to put that into words, never quite trusting that his partner would stay if he offered his whole heart to them, but John would. John had made him trust in it, and so he was the only one. With that he brought John into a hug, noticing some people were smiling at them now. "Excuse us." Sherlock just smirked, pressing his lips to the top of John's head. "Are you-" One middle-aged male spoke up, Sherlock's films notably more of the serious genre and so he had a few older people question. "Am I?" Sherlock asked back, known to be a little sassy when it came to this. This was why he needed John around. He was good for him.

You: His cheeks were a soft pink once they pulled back, allowing himself to linger into the kiss for a moment by resting his forehead against the other's. "I love you, too." John whispered as he opened his eyes, looking straight into the eyes he had fallen in love with as soon as he saw them, always wondering how they changed colours every now and then from a dark green to a light blue. "I love you so much." Once he was being pulled into the hug, he wrapped his arms tightly around Sherlock's waist, his face pressed against his neck to inhale the lovely scent he didn't know he missed so much. Hearing words coming from people he didn't know, John decided to keep his face pressed against the other's shoulder until he heard Sherlock's answer which made him pull back slightly. "We are just enjoying the London Eye like everyone else, I suppose." John said politely.

Stranger: Hearing it back never failed to surprise him, and it was the fact that John never said it the same way as he did with everyone else. Every time he said it on screen it was convincing, oh of course, but this. This was different. The way John said this was Oscar worthy in Sherlock's opinion, and yet one hundred percent real. Sherlock wanted to spend his life with this man, he knew that now. He was sure of it. For now he was trying to ignore the others until John pulled back to help him out, the male nodding. "Of course, sorry. Oh, you're.." Oh dear, thought Sherlock, snaking a hand up inside John's hoodie and wanting to touch skin as he tried to pull John's shirt untucked as he had the conversation with the man, being sneaky about it. "Can we have a photo? My daughter loves you.."

You: Perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea to say something as he realised that nobody else, only the two of them, were back together. But there was nothing he could do about it. "No problem ..." John quickly said while the male was trying to come up with some kind of apology. Something they always did, making John feel like he was better than the others which he really wasn't. While telling the other man that it was not a problem at all, he felt Sherlock hands pushing underneath his hoodie, pulling and fumbling with his shirt until he felt his hand against his lower back. Discreetly, he bumped the other's side with his elbow, shooting him a warning look even thought the grin was obvious on his face. "If you want to take a picture of us together, it might be a problem ... We don't want people to know about us just yet, if you don't mind." John replied, wishing that the man would change his mind and not take a picture of them.

Stranger: Sherlock was far too intent on making sure his hand could feel skin on skin to care about the male asking for the photograph (which was only bringing more attention to the group), and it was only once he got to the small of John's back did he smile triumphantly down at John who was blissfully trying to help the situation settle. The male looked a little embarrassed, nodding. "Oh of course. Perhaps one of you by yourself?" He asked, and Sherlock did have to grit his teeth a little so not to say something. "I can take it for you." He suggested, givign John a look. He was sneaky like this. He knew what people were like, and if this guy was going to show his daughter then Sherlock wasn't sure if the man already had sneaky photos from when they were kissing. No one else seemed to care thankfully, but this guy he wasn't sure. So he nudged John, trying to get him to take the photo, gesturing for him to remove the moustache for now whilst Sherlock took the man's phone and whilst waiting for them to get into position, Sherlock checked through the man's photos and surely enough deleted all five photos of the pair kissing. There. That would work fine. "Say cheese."

You: Even though Sherlock's hand was rather cold from the soft summer breeze that was in the air as they were waiting in the queue, he couldn't help but to feel his body warm up at the feeling of it. It made him remember how those hands felt all over his body, even if it wasn't in a sexual way. "I suppose I could do that." John answered with one of his polite smiles even if he had wished that the other would just have given it up. But then again, he was always there for his fans, he shouldn't make an exception. A small frown spread across John's forehead as Sherlock suggested to take the pictures, something he thought he would never do but when he saw the look on his lover's face, he knew there was something behind it. Sherlock always had this amazing talent to deduce people, it would have made him a very good detective if they didn't end up in the film industry. "Sure, of course. Sounds like an excellent idea." John quickly said before the man had a change to argue with it, not that they would let him win. As it took some while before Sherlock took the picture, the blond realised there must have been more pictures of him on the phone. Probably the ones he didn't want the man to show to his daughter. John smiled on the picture, just as the man next to him. "Here you go." He said as he got a few thank yous from him as his phone was being handed over. Swiftly, John put the hood back on his head, making sure to not look recognisable on pictures as he went back to stand at the glass with Sherlock next to him. "You are incredibly smart, did you know that? I wouldn't even have thought about that there would be pictures of us kissing on the other's man phone."

Stranger: The picture taking went all well and good, and Sherlock was relieved John went along with it, but he would have been surprised if he hadn't. John was always there for a fan, always, and even at red carpet events he would make sure to sign as many things as he could so to make sure no fan left disappointed. Sherlock had always loved seeing the photos they took with him though, John grinning despite the strange angle he found himself in against the barriers separating fan and celebrity. Once the male was happy with his photo and had his phone back, Sherlock made sure John stuck the moustache back on (because he rather loved it on him) and slid his own hood back up too, because if the man didn't feel guilty already he would now at making the pair have to hide all over again. They kept to their side of the dome now, Sherlock standing close as he slid his hand up John's shirt again as they watched the view as they slowly moved back down, being discreet even still however, not trusting the male behind him. "Well, I was more than aware the male had more than a little interest. No one else did, so I thought I'd check. There is now only the photo of you and him, which is close enough zoomed in that it is not recognisably the London Eye either, so it could have been taken anywhere." Sherlock whispered proudly back, leaning in and kissing John's cheek. "We'll keep it secret until we're ready, alright? You know Angelo, too, he hasn't changed despite our growing fame. He'll make sure we're comfortable without so much stress as being recognised.

You: Taking pictures with his fans was his favourite thing about being famous. He didn't really care about all the privileges he got from time to time as he wouldn't mind having them (it didn't even bother him a mere second that they needed to wait in the queue for the London Eye). They were handy, indeed, and John wouldn't complain about having them either. But his fans were always on the first place. "Thank you." John whispered softly as he leaned against the brunet's hand, letting his hand go anywhere he wanted to go as it had been such a long time since he felt Sherlock's hands. "Good thing I have you. You've always been the smartest of the both of us." He added with a small chuckle, allowing himself to go quiet once again to take in the view of London from the London Eye one last time. "Angelo ... God, it must have been years since I last saw him. The last time was before we, you know, broke up. I think he must have been devastated by the news. He knew us before we even was a couple." John replied as he noticed that they were almost back on the ground.

Stranger: "Perhaps. But you have many of your own qualities I admire." Sherlock made sure to point out. After all, it was no more John's looks that he loved than his personality alike. It was no specific thing that brought Sherlock to John Watson, no. It was the perfect mixture of all his traits, desires, promises in life and achievements that made Sherlock love John wholeheartedly. "I visited the restaurant just the once after split. He told me he found out in Heat magazine and you can only imagine how messy that made it look. He'll know it's a good thing we're back together, though. He's always known us to be happy. He told me as soon as we split that one, dinner was on the house, and two.. Well, that you were the best thing that has ever happened to me." And it was true, despite his career John was the only person he didn't feel like acting in front of. He did wonder if they would ever be together for a film, however, and how that would play out for their careers - what if they weren't believable? Hm, as if they never could be. They never let anything become unprofessional if they could help it. Once they came to their dome opening Sherlock took hold of John's hand and stepped out, briefly smiling at the male who had almost caused them grief. "Now, date of mine, shall we go to dinner?" Their disguises still intact, Sherlock was more than certain that Angelo would find them rather amusing, no doubt he'd recognise the pair straight away. Though Sherlock's favourite spot was the window seat, he wasn't sure they could pull that off any longer unless they ate fairly late at night. There were perks and of course cons to the entire business. "Cab?" Sherlock suggested, knowing the tube would be just as easy but that risked a lot more people seeing them. "It depends on how, well, normal you feel like being tonight."

You: The words touched John, especially when he heard the moment of silence between them. As he looked up, he saw some kind of sadness in Sherlock's eyes which made his heart drop for a moment, reaching for his hand before giving it a little squeeze. "Hey ..." John started, waiting until the other looked at him before continuing. "You're also the best thing that ever happened to me." His voice was only a soft whisper, a fond smile spread across his lips as he looked up at the brunet. "Splitting up was hard. Perhaps stupid, we won't ever know, but look at us now ... I am the happiest person in the world right now." It seemed to cheer Sherlock up, the blond quickly pecking his jaw before he followed him outside of the dome. It had gotten colder than a few minutes ago, the cold summer air awakening John more. "I would love to go out for dinner. I am starving." He said which was true as he could hear his stomach complaining about the fact it didn't got food in the past hours. Angelo always had the best pasta, the best pizza, the best tiramisu. The best Italian food, if he needed to be honest and he had eaten a lot in far more expensive restaurants but nothing could be better than Angelo. "Cab is perfect. Wouldn't mind sitting for a few seconds. Could you hail one? You've always been better at that." John said as they walked towards the main road, their hands still linked together with their moustaches on their upper lips.

Stranger: That definitely helped, hearing what John thought and having it match up exactly to how Sherlock felt himself. Because Angelo was right. They were the best things to happen to one another and perhaps they'd made a mistake leaving one another but hindsight could do them no good now. That and the fact that it had done their careers good, whether they wished to admit it had or not. With that thought out of the way Sherlock was keen to give them only happiness for the rest of the night, and raised his free hand as he saw a cab approach, the black cab stopping in front of them and Sherlock opening the door to let John in first before giving the address. "I do in fact have another gift for you..." Sherlock decided to offer whilst they were on their way to the restaurant, producing the green wig from his pocket with an almighty grin. "It was too perfect to have gone home without.." Tonight, with their ridiculous disguises and sneaky attempts at keeping out of the public eye Sherlock was having more fun in that hour or so than he had done in months. "Thank you.." He spoke out after his grin had contained itself, Sherlock reaching out for John's hand gently. "For all of this." He rarely said thank you, at least never if he didn't truly mean it, but surely John could sense his gratitude now. "I cannot remember the last time I have laughed quite so freely."

You: "Another gift?" John frowned at those words, feeling quite guilty as he didn't think about bringing something to their date. He didn't even bring flowers, something he would normally do when something important happened in their relationship. And getting back together after a few years was rather important, if he thought about it. But as soon as he saw the green wig appearing from Sherlock's pocket, the blond burst into the giggles, unable to say a word as he was too busy laughing his socks off. "Oh, Sherlock." He chuckled, taking the wig and letting it go from one hand to another. "This is ridiculous. You are ridiculous." He murmured as he shook his head, shooting the brunet a wide grin. "God, I love you." With that, he leaned up to press their lips together again, a bit more firmer than before in the London Eye. "I should be thanking you for texting me first. All of this wouldn't have happened if you didn't text me." He whispered against their lips, his hands going up to cup Sherlock's cheek to keep him closer.

Stranger: The guilt Sherlock saw appear at the idea of another gift was quickly relieved when John caught sight of the green wig, and Sherlock was more than pleased for the giggles that erupted thereafter. "Do you love it?" He asked, struggling to contain the smile as he spoke as if he had offered a perfectly regular gift in which he was genuinely concerned as to whether John would enjoy. John's smiles were contagious and Sherlock could not bear to join in with them, realising that whilst receiving honours for your best acting work or a paycheque which was of greater value than the house you grew up in was enough to bring anyone joy, true happiness came in the form of John Watson's smile. "I love you more than anyone." Sherlock whispered in return, and then his lips were to be used for more important things than words. Kisses were required and that was important indeed. Especially since these were far less restrained than those inside the London Eye and Sherlock found himself sinking into the memory of how they used to be. How after just a few of these kisses would cause them not to leave their shared flat at all. It seemed even a sampling of that now was causing Sherlock not to want to steer any further from John than he was now, happily reciprocating each kiss with one hand fisted into John's hoodie, holding onto him as if to let go was to lose him all over again. And that was not a heartbreak that Sherlock himself could act out of.

You: As he felt Sherlock's hands grasping at his black hoodie in an attempt to pull him closer against him without going too far as they were still in a cab, John couldn't help but to deepen the kiss further. Because if he needed to be completely honest with himself, they have done worse and far more inappropriate things in a cab when they were together a few years ago. Mostly because they were still young and reckless, not really caring about what other people would think about them in the early months of their relationships where they weren't as much in the public eye as now. Hesitantly, but still with all the courage he had, John swept his tongue over the brunet's bottom lip, moving his hand up from his cheek until his fingers were tangled in the luxurious dark raven curls of his lover. A spark went through his spine just as every time he felt Sherlock parting his lips for him, allowing himself to carefully slip his tongue between them before moving it slowly against Sherlock's.

Stranger: The cabbie was almost immediately forgotten, even to the point that Sherlock had not thought to look over at him once before their kissing session had begun. Sherlock could still feel the soft fake fur of the moustache on John's top lip as he licked over it but cared little in favour of John's tongue slipping inside his mouth for Sherlock to remember exactly how good John's kisses felt. As it happened though a small, barely-there sigh escaped his lips, sounding just like a man who had waited too long for something not to enjoy it when it finally came true. They'd done far worse than kiss like nobody was watching inside a cab, and it was dark out so no one could peer in at traffic lights and begin to notice the two men that were very recognisable indeed in the daylight. Sherlock shifted closer, his free hand not gripping onto John's clothing slipping around the back of John's neck as he tilted his head further, wanting as much of John as he could get.

You: It wasn't until now that John realised how much he exactly had missed Sherlock. His kisses were able to give him butterflies every single time their lips touched. It made everything around them seem to fade away into a mist, leaving them and only them in their small little bubble of love and happiness without being able to be popped. Everything about this was amazing but it didn't take too long until everything grew more passionate. What else would you expect of after years not being able to touch the other whenever you thought about the person? "Sher ..." John murmured, a sigh leaving his lips which sounded more like a quiet moan than a hum. When he had drawn the attention of the brunet, he didn't know what to say anymore as he was drowning in the other's eyes which had the colour of the ocean after a storm.

Stranger: Sherlock had never loved nicknames. Perhaps because during his younger years such names had been reserved for the bullies, of nicknames that had been far more cruel than affectionate in their meaning. Yet John had become the only person of which he allowed such names to have any toll on him. Whilst his given name was Sherlock (though William by birth certificate, Sherlock had worked out far better as his 'actors name' as it were, and it had stuck), John was the only one capable of making a shortening of it sound loving rather than a tease. No one else would dare. Slowly opening his eyes as he heard such a nickname, Sherlock looked up and met John's dark blue gaze and held it. For as long as he could, because if John was looking at him like that he felt loved, and really, despite all of his attempts at seeming better than that, who didn't want to feel loved? A shaky breath escaped his lips as he trailed his fingers over John's cheek, brushing their noses together gently. "You'll stay with me tonight, won't you?" Sherlock whispered. "I.. The flat I mentioned.." He wasn't sure if it was such a good idea to bring it up, in case before all of this John had found himself unhappy by the idea of Sherlock reliving old memories. "Our old one," the pair had lived together before splitting, finding a cheap but homely place in London that had been perfect for the start of both their careers, before they had moved to America to spend most of their time apart. "It was back up for rent so I... That's where I'm.. Living."

You: Gazing into those eyes made it every time clear to the blond that Sherlock was the only right person for him, that he really was made for him even if the media would stay that some blond actress he couldn't pronounce the name of would be a match made in heaven. If they only would know what John really felt for the brunet, they would finally be freed from the gossip and rumors. "Of course I will stay the night." John replied instantly within seconds, not needing to think about it. "I wouldn't want anything else." There was something changing in Sherlock's expression. Something that made him look far more nervous than he should have been. It always made John worry as he noticed the change in mood of the other as it was most of the times bad news. Especially as the last time Sherlock's mood changed, they broke up. "221B Baker Street?" John asked quietly, frozen in place at the words. It was quite a relief that it was only that and on the other hand quite heartwarming as Sherlock usually wasn't one of sentiment. "Are we really going back to Baker Street?"

Stranger: John looked worried. And that in turn made Sherlock all the more worried about his admission. Yet in the end John just seemed more disbelieving than anything else and really, Sherlock just nodded, looking down at his hands rather than at John. Yes, it was horridly sentimental but he had been reminded of the last time he'd felt at home. And where was that? Well, 221b. It was small and not at all discreet in terms of the public but it was perhaps so public that no one would ever guess they lived there at all. Since everyone seemed to expect they'd all be in gated communities or something. "Yes, I'm renting it. Same landlady and everything. She's.. Glad to have me back." Sherlock smiled a little at the thought of the woman who was incredibly discreet, which he much preferred to knowing that she might discuss matters with the press. She would never, though. "We can stay at your hotel if it makes you uncomfortable that I'm residing there?"

You: "Mrs. Hudson's still there?" John asked, slowly but surely a bright smile spreading across his lips. It had been ages since he had been at their flat which was filled with the best memories they both created in his life. Almost every single day he wondered who was living there, thinking whether or not a happy couple just as they were would be living in the same flat they shared together. "No no no no ..." The blond quickly said, not wanting to spend any second longer in a hotel in London, knowing that their flat was free to live in. "221B has always been my home, Sherlock. There's no other place I would rather be than there. You have no idea how much I've missed it!"

Stranger: "Yes, she is." Sherlock nodded, only looking up when John started to sound a little more pleased about the whole idea. It was staring to come together, slowly but surely. In Sherlock's hopes they'd find themselves happy again in 221b, at least for the three weeks Sherlock had left, and they could remind themselves of how good their life had been before their careers had got in the way. "So you'll come back with me, to 221b? Spend as much time as we can?" Sherlock wasn't aware of John's schedule all too much, and whilst he knew they would both have meetings and things to go to, so long as John spent his time coming home to Sherlock in the evenings then he would put his mind at rest about everything else. Taking hold of John's hand he squeezed it gently, bringing the palm up to his lips so to kiss it. "It'll be like old times.. Yet without the pressure of our careers taking over. We know how hard it gets now, now we can manage it.."

You: "Sherlock ..." The blond started, giving Sherlock's hands soft little squeezes from time to time as he wanted to let him know that he was still there even if he was sitting next to him in a small cab. "Believe me when I say I already can't wait to walk up those stairs and see your weird skull on top of the fire place." John chuckled softly, his eyes filled with fondness whenever he met the other's gaze. "We have three weeks where we can do whatever we went whenever we want. Well, alright ... We can't do it literally whenever we want as we both still have to go to places. But without doubt, I would be happy to come home to you every night. Wearing sweatpants and ordering Thai food has never been fun without you, so I neither can wait for that." He said with a small giggle, leaning up to steal a swift kiss of the brunet.

Stranger: If Sherlock could have his way, this would be the start of their perfect little forever. Forever being a rather sentimental term for always but he cared little when in the face of the man who had made him consider sentiment in an entirely new fashion regardless. Soon enough Sherlock began to smile again, the actor happy that at least John was consenting to the idea of falling back into old habits - even if they were different now, and that would show eventually enough. "Like before, but better." He suggested hopefully, threading his fingers through John's when he was offered the kiss to which he readily reciprocated just as the cab parked up outside of Angelo's. Pulling away, Sherlock slipped the cabbie the fare before pulling up his hoodie again and adjusting his moustache with a grin. "Ready, my dear Watson?" Sherlock teased, offering him out his hand.

You: "I would like to say that we could start all over again, but it's not that, isn't it?" John asked a rather rhetorical question, not waiting for Sherlock's reply before continuing. "Because that would mean we were going to forget about our past and start again. But we are not forgetting about our past. It was amazing, the times we shared and now we are just back together. Like you said ... Like before, but better." There was a small pause where John just looked outside the window, seeing London fly by. "I am rambling again, aren't I? Why do I still do that when I'm hungry or tired?" He then aksed with a deep sigh, followed by a chuckle before the cab stopped. Thank God because he really was hungry and craving for some Italian food in one of his favourite restaurants. "I was born ready for this." He replied with a small wink, instantly taking his hand and linking their fingers together as they walked up to the little restaurant.

Stranger: John's little rambles had always been endearing to Sherlock. Whether John believed them to be or not, they were an insight into John's mind, and Sherlock had always been rather curious by the inner workings of someone's thoughts. Especially when that person was what was hopefully the love of his life. People fascinated him, and that was why he had probably chosen to become an actor, so to be able to explore a whole range of people within himself with the roles he played. Getting to become anyone and everyone, from any background or time period, and invest in their inner thought processes and feelings. He enjoyed it, he thrived off of it, and that's why he loved his job as much as he did. "I enjoy your inner thoughts." Sherlock promised with a kiss, walking hand-in-hand into the restaurant. "Angelo is expecting us." He told the waitress that came to serve them, and she soon grabbed the owner from the back of house and he laughed a hearty chuckle at the disguises. "My dear Sherlock, it cannot be true you have grown yourself a moustache." He joked, but upon seeing John, and their hands held tightly together, his smile only grew. "Finally." He declared, before looking to the rest of the small restaurant. "Would you both like your window seat, or somewhere more private in a booth?" He asked, no one seemingly recognising them yet.

You: It felt a little bit like coming home. His parents haven't really been supportive of his choice in career switch, not to talk about his sexuality as that had been a whole other story. So people like Mrs. Hudson and Angelo somehow seemed to fill in the empty space his parents had left, even if everything was going rather okay by now as they seemed to have settle their differences with their son. Finally. That was the exact same thing that John had been thinking as soon as he turned Sherlock around in the park. It was also the first thing he had said to him before reuniting them with a kiss. Their moustaches were still on the same place they had sticked them. But sharing kisses, laughing and eating wonderful Italian food might become a challenge wearing those things. "I would love our window seat." John said as he looked up at Sherlock. "But perhaps it might be a better idea to go somewhere more private?" He suggested, not minding if Sherlock would prefer to sit by the window as it was still his favourite place in the whole restaurant. But they didn't think people would recognize them in the London Eye while one person did, who almost told the whole world they were back together.

Stranger: Angelo loved the pair of them just as much as anyone, if not more due to the fact he had known them only too well in the months before their break up. He had witnessed the two almost sickly sweet men grow slowly distant, until he had heard of their breakup in the paper not months later. He had seen it in their dinners, the love they shared still present as they dined together but Sherlock had slowly been slipping away, as if he was trying to get over him before they had even parted. And after they had split and Sherlock came here alone, he had found out why. Sherlock had never been the same since, when he did visit, despite the smiles and the pleased outlook on his career, there was still a space that John Watson had left surrounding him. "May we have the window?" Sherlock asked, looking to John hopefully. This place meant a lot to Sherlock, an awful lot, and after visiting here numerous times for the food and sitting in that exact spot, he wanted to remind himself of how it felt to have someone sit beside him again. Even if it meant they would have to be fairly secretive about it. Angelo gestured for Sherlock to go claim his seat, which Sherlock happily did, but Angelo stopped John briefly before he could sit down too. "I take it this is a happy occasion?" He asked, caring for Sherlock. "I have seen him sit there for far too long by himself. And I will watch him light up when you two sit there together again."

You: "By the window it is." John replied immediately, shooting Sherlock his biggest smile. He would do anything to make the other happy even jumping from a roof or walking through a fire. Anything. So sitting by the window, sitting at their favourite spot wasn't such a hard thing to do at all. Besides, seeing the look on the brunet's face as he sat down was worth everything he had. As he was about to sit down, he was being stopped by a warm large hand on his shoulder, turning around to be able to look up at Angelo as he wasn't only big in width but also in length. "This is indeed a happy occasion." John assured him, looking over his shoulder to look at Sherlock, imagining how he would sit there all by himself, probably not even eating a thing as he wouldn't get a bite through his throat. It wasn't an image John was glad to have in his mind, making him turn towards the Italian once more. "I am sorry you had to see him sitting alone by the window. But I promise that I will try to do anything to not let him sit there alone anymore. If he ever comes back here, and believe me he will, it will be with me at his side." John smiled. "I have lost him once. Don't want to loose him twice."

Stranger: Angelo's smile was wide, reassured by John's words - he had always believed he was good for Sherlock, this John. "Very well. It is a delight to have you back." He told him, patting his shoulder before letting John go and stepping back into the kitchen for now. Sherlock turned to John with a raised brow as he saw the exchange, wondering what that had been about though he had a fairly good inkling. "Am I right to assume that Angelo was being the fatherly figure he always is?" Sherlock questioned, "he does rather worry. But I cannot refuse that, when you know how I am if no one is looking out for me." It was true, though. Whilst his agent helped out with his work, in his personal life the man was fairly lonely, rarely visiting his parents or elder sibling, and without John he had been very much alone. He rarely went out when he was working on films with the rest of the crew and cast, and kept to himself in his hotel room most of the time. The papers had spoke about it numerous times, how he was the loner of the celebrity world. But now he wouldn't be. Finally.

You: As usual." John chuckled as he sat down opposite Sherlock, already enjoying the view he had of the person he loved the most. "I don't know if he has children, but they should be very lucky to have a father like that." He added, reaching for Sherlock's hand over the table, holding it loosely in his but making sure to not let go any moment yet. "I've heard how you are when nobody's looking out for you." John murmured with a frown, knowing deep down that not all the rumours could be true, but he couldn't have helped but to be worried about the brunet even if he didn't had the right anymore to be worried about him. "But hey, here I am again and I am not going to leave." John hummed happily to lighten up the tension between them which seemed to work as easily as it used to be. "Now I will make sure you will brush your teeth before you go to bed." He added teasingly.

Stranger: "Oh now who is being the father figure, hm?" Sherlock laughed quietly at the tease, for now removing the moustache and pulling the hoodie down, though keeping it on should he need to quickly hide. So long as there were no photos of their faces, it could not be proven. Though the best part about sitting by the window was that it cast them in shadow in the dimly lit restaurant, and so any sneaky photographs would be increasingly challenging to take. He felt safe here. Sherlock always had. Placing his fake moustache on the table beside them he stroked his fingers over John's hand, trying not to think of how bad it had been to be alone here. "I will be better now, with you. I always am." He promised before taking up the menu, though knowing immediately that he would have his usual. "What are you going to have? And shall we get some wine?" Sherlock suggested, happy that unlike the London Eye everyone at the restaurant seemed happy to keep to themselves. Most people that knew about this place knew he frequented it anyway, so he did find peace here, so long as he wasn't snogging John in front of everyone he felt they would be quite fine to play this out as if they were having any usual date.

You: John grinned, his eyes going smaller and little crow's feet appearing next to his eyes which came from aging but he actually got. Those were little things he knew Sherlock was going to love about him even if he would probably hate them one day. "Need to make sure that my love has fresh and clean teeth, no?" He winked playfully, taking of his moustache as well, rather happy as it seemed to have tickled him a lot underneath his nose. It was nice to see the mop of curls on Sherlock's head, resisting the urge to lean closer and let his fingers run through it as they were as soft as cashmere at any moment of any day. "I was thinking about getting the lasagna, to be honest. I know it is a rather boring choice perhaps, but it's so good here. So pure and the tomatoes and the cheese ... God!" There was the rambling again and to be honest he would like to eat anything from the menu. "And wine sounds perfect. Red wine?"

Stranger: Sherlock loved John's smile lines. Perhaps a sign of age they were becoming, but for Sherlock they were signifiers of John's happiness, proof that he had lived a life well loved. And who could ever say that was a bad thing to show upon one's face? Frown lines, perhaps, but you could tell a lot about a person's history through the lines that made themselves apparent upon their skin - actors perhaps less so, but John's were too distinctive to show anything but truth. "I always brush my teeth, you cheeky bugger." Sherlock laughed, enjoying the sight of John without the moustache even if it had been making him laugh for quite some hours now. "I'll be having the carbonara so I will be quite as boring per say. Angelo's simplest foods are often his best." Sherlock agreed, nodding at the mention of the wine too. When the waitress came over she took their orders and Sherlock was happy to order their old favourite wine from the selection and when they were left to themselves again Sherlock slid his hands across the table, palms up in a silent invitation for them to be held. "I feel like we should be catching up. Telling one another what was correct from the press and what indeed was not so true." Sherlock smiled freely, finally at peace.

You: "The carbonaro? Really? That's a big surprise." John said teasingly as it was a dish that Sherlock frequently chose when they went out for dinner. It was even the meal he ate at their first date at Angelo's which was perhaps a little bit too cheesy to think about, but it still warmed John's heart whenever Sherlock took it. "I am just teasing you, dear." He winked when he caught the brunet rolling his eyes. As soon as he saw the palm of Sherlock's hand, his own hand came from underneath the table to hold onto the brunet's. It was like their hands were some kind of magnet, unable not to touch each other whenever they got the chance. "What was correct from the press?" John asked, unable to suppress the small chortle coming from deep down his throat. "I don't think there is a lot, to be honest, except for the interviews I have given myself. There had been rumours that I was going to buy a dog which was true. But then I didn't because I'm going from one place to another, it wouldn't be good for the dog."

Stranger: "You are one big tease tonight." Sherlock quipped back, enjoying how their hands seemed to gravitate towards one another's as they linked them, both the setting and the company ensuring Sherlock's complete happiness - and it showed. He didn't smile like that for just anyone. Certainly not in public. Sherlock had a range of smiles and each were different to the rest. He had smiles for his fans, smiles he used when acting, smiles for the press and photo shoots, and smiles for friends and family. And smiles for John. Specifically grins for John. He hated how lopsided he thought they were but John seemed to have always loved it when he smiled brightest so he would only do so for this man. Sherlock however was soon laughing instead (another rarity) when John mentioned a dog. "So you really were settling down then? I thought you'd get a girlfriend to replace me with, not a dog." He smirked, clearly getting John back for teasing.

You: The teasing had truth in it and it was almost too embarrassing to admit. But then again, he knew he could tell Sherlock anything without being judged by the other. "I wanted to buy a dog because of you. Not to replace you, nothing would be able to replace you but I was looking for a dog in the hope toget you out of my mind. I was hoping I would finally be able to accept that we weren't going to go back together." John whispered softly, his fingers drawing small patterns on the palm of Sherlock's hands as he looked at him with a shy smile. "I was thinking about buying an Irish Setter, you know."

Stranger: "It makes sense, John, don't worry." Sherlock smiled, playing with John's fingers until he heard. Irish Setter. His eyes shot up, pulling his hands away quickly and instinctively, looking somehow smaller in the seconds that passed. "Why? Why that breed?" He questioned, swallowing past the newly forming lump in his throat. "Don't.. They get.. A lot of problems. And then they.. Get sick." Sherlock tried to explain, taking a gulp of his wine as the waitress set it upon the table. "Why, John?"

You: As soon as he felt Sherlock’s hands quickly pulling back, he realised he must have said something wrong. And before he knew it, he looked up to see the brunet with watery eyes, staring at their glasses of wine. “Because an Irish setter reminded me of you. Of Redb- ...” Saying that name was perhaps not the greatest idea John had, keeping quiet as his hand reached for the brunet’s over the table. “Sher, my love, are you alright?” He asked carefully. The last thing he wanted was to hurt the other’s feeling, to see him as ad as he was now. “I didn’t mean to upset you ...”

Stranger: "Don't." Sherlock stopped him immediately. "Don't say it." It was still a sore point for Sherlock, and that much was evidently clear. He took another gulp full of his wine and tried to take a deep breath, looking out to the window. "That would have hurt." Sherlock eventually spoke up. "Had you done that. Had I seen you had a replica of... Redbeard." With a sniffle, Sherlock stood up. "Will you excuse me a moment." There was no use getting upset over it but it had rather come as a shock and he suddenly felt a little trapped within the small space. Moving to stand he stepped into the bathroom, looking over at himself as he straightened his shirt collar underneath the hoodie. It was fine. It was just a dog. Why did he care that much?

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Fake moustache kisses (pt. 1)

Words can not describe how much I love this rp. Normally, I am not a big fan of an AU where for example they are pirates, royalties or one of them is a slave. or even when they boyh are actors. But this is one of those exceptions I can’t get enough of. I hope you will love this as much as I did and I will take care of this rp like it is my own little baby. And the good news is that I am going to make this into a little serie because this rp is still going on over mail! Yay!

Stranger: [Actor AU - the pair dated in their younger years, but due to their careers becoming more important and unable to manage, they split] Congratulations on the new film, John. I must say, it is good to see you take a leave from the usual comedies. It was touching. SH

You: Wow, Sherlock, it had been such a long time ago. Thank you, I'm glad I took the part as it was something different. Something new. JW

Stranger: It has, hasn't it? I thought this required a text or two. It really was something. I enjoyed it rather a lot. SH

You: To be honest, it's quite a surprise that you liked it. It's not usually your cup of tea, isn't it? JW

Stranger: It was something different, yes. But one can't watch Oscar bait all the time, can they? Gets dull. Too pretentious. SH

You: You're absolutely right about that. Haven't seen you on the screen lately. Are you working on something? JW

Stranger: Yes, actually. I've been doing a few short films, wanted to be in London for a while. I've missed it. SH

You: Oh, you're in London? JW

Stranger: I am, yes. SH

You: I'm in London as well. It had been a while since I've been home. JW

Stranger: Oh. Well, that is a coincidence. Enjoying yourself? SH

Stranger: I recently rented a small flat over here. Felt a little more discreet than hotels. SH

You: I booked a hotel, wasn't sure if I was going to be able to find a flat. Would have been nicer. JW

Stranger: How long are you here? SH

You: A month or two. You? JW

Stranger: Another three weeks, then I'm back in L.A. SH

Stranger: Unfortunately. SH

You: Unfortunately? JW

Stranger: I miss London. The people. The theatre. All of it. SH

You: There's no possible way you can stay a little bit longer than just three weeks? JW

Stranger: I signed myself up for a film, unfortunately. SH

You: Too bad. JW

Stranger: It is quite so, isn't it? SH

Stranger: Do you have another film lined up after now? SH

You: Not soon, no. It's quite calm at the moment. JW

Stranger: Just you wait. SH

Stranger: I've heard.. Things. SH

You: Things? JW

You: What kind of things have you heard? JW

Stranger: My agent was talking to a few people and your name keeps coming up. SH

Stranger: Serious films, John. SH

You: Is that good or bad? JW

Stranger: These are oscar nominated directors, John. SH

Stranger: Of course it is good. SH

Stranger: They want to cast you. The underdog, the man that played the comedies. And seeing you in a serious role, they trust you. SH

You: My agents hasn't mentioned it before ... JW

Stranger: Not yet. They will. SH

Stranger: Congratulations, John. SH

You: Thank you, I suppose. JW

You: If your agent knows it, does that mean you will get a roll as well? JW

Stranger: That would be something, wouldn't it? SH

Stranger: You and I. In a film together. SH

You: That would really be something. It would be amazing. JW

Stranger: For us, or for the audience? SH

You: [Delayed] Both. JW

Stranger: Perhaps they could find me a part. If I audition. SH

You: It would be better if you could be my opponent. JW

Stranger: You're casting me as the villain, Watson? SH

You: I always thought you would make a great villian, I don't know why. JW

Stranger: There would be far too much sexual chemistry. SH

You: Oh really? JW

Stranger: Well, can you not picture it? SH

You: Maybe a little bit. JW

Stranger: Either way I would happily accept the role. SH

You: Would you accept the offer to go out for dinner with me? JW

You: Or is this too straight forward? JW

Stranger: Oh. SH

You: I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. JW

Stranger: Yes. SH

Stranger: I'd love to. SH

You: Really? JW

Stranger: I haven't seen you in over a year. The last time I did was at last year's Oscars. There's nothing I'd like more than to catch up. SH

You: That's great. Amazing, to be honest. I thought for a moment it would be the last thing on earth you would want to do. JW

Stranger: Oh don't think such things. I am just as fond of you as I always was. It would be good to see you. SH

You: Angelo's? JW

You: Just like old times. JW

Stranger: I haven't been there in years. SH

You: Me neither. It would be nice to see a familiar face again in London. JW

Stranger: We could see the sights, if you'd like? SH

You: That would be lovely. JW

Stranger: Pretend to be real tourists? SH

You: Going inside London Eye, that must have been years. JW

Stranger: We'd have to hide. Couldn't let people recognise us. SH

You: Wouldn't mind wearing a hoodie to not be recognised. JW

Stranger: I would love it. Sneaking out with someone else is always far more enjoyable. SH

You: I'm already getting excited about it. When are you free? JW

Stranger: Tonight? SH

Stranger: Or is that too soon? SH

You: No no! Tonight is perfect. JW

Stranger: Agreed, then. Shall I meet you outside the London Eye? SH

You: And Angelo afterwards? JW

Stranger: Of course. SH

You: Sounds incredible! JW

Stranger: I am looking forward to it already, John. SH

You: Me too. It has been such a long time since we went on a date. JW

You: I mean, since I saw you. JW

Stranger: [Delay] It has, hasn't it? SH

Stranger: I've forgotten what it feels like. SH

You: What? JW

Stranger: To be with you. SH

You: To be honest, I've never forgotten the way you made me feel. JW

Stranger: Would it be too forward to tell you that I have missed you terribly? SH

You: No because I was just about to say it for myself. JW

Stranger: I spent a good month after our split watching all of your films. SH

Stranger: Even the terrible ones. SH

You: There are a lot of terrible ones. JW

Stranger: Remember the TV movie you did? SH

Stranger: Where you had that god awful stuck on moustache? SH

You: I was hoping you would never mention it again ... But how could you possibly forget something as horrible as the moustache? JW

Stranger: Sorry. But I watched that. Made me laugh. A lot, actually. SH

Stranger: It was the one prop I wish you'd nicked from that set. SH

You: I think they burned that moustache. I hope they did. JW

Stranger: It was a masterpiece! I would have made you wear it around our flat. SH

You: I know you would. You would be sticking it to my face every second of the day. JW

Stranger: Make you give me bristly kisses. SH

You: God, I've missed the kisses. JW

You: I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. JW

Stranger: Don't be sorry if you meant it. SH

You: Then I won't be sorry. JW

Stranger: Sometimes I get visitors on set, like you used to, and I always think it might be you. Just to come in and relax with me until my next take, like old times. SH

You: The times I thought I saw you when I only saw some guy with dark curls ... Countless of times. JW

Stranger: They asked me to cut them, you know. SH

Stranger: For my next role. SH

You: Please, don't do that. JW

Stranger: You always were sentimental over my curls. SH

You: I love them. They're so soft and bouncy. I always liked to play with them. JW

Stranger: And tug. SH

You: Yes, and tug. But you liked that as well if I remember it correctly. JW

Stranger: I did this film a few months ago. And as usual, sex scene. And unfortunately whilst the actress was all well and good, she seemed to take the hair pulling to a new level. At least you knew I was sensitive. SH

Stranger: I finished that film with a bright red scalp for weeks. SH

You: Your hair and head has always been your weak spot. JW

You: Just as your neck. JW

Stranger: The woman tugged as if she was trying to pull it out. It was definitely a challenge to carry on acting. SH

Stranger: No one has kissed my neck in so long. SH

You: [Slight delay] Has there been someone else? If you don't want to answer, you don't have to. JW

Stranger: No, there hasn't. SH

Stranger: I threw myself into work. SH

Stranger: There was that one rumour. But I assure you I took her out at my agent's pressure. He said I needed to look like I had moved on. No one wants to hire a heartbroken actor. SH

You: That's awful. JW

Stranger: It's true though. SH

You: Probably explains why I didn't got a role in those following months. JW

Stranger: Has there.. Been anyone? For you? SH

Stranger: It's perfectly fine. If there was. SH

You: No. I couldn't. And I didn't want to. JW

You: There was only one person right for me. JW

You: There's /still/ only one person right for me. JW

Stranger: John. SH

You: I'm sorry. JW

You: Getting too sentimental. JW

Stranger: I'm sorry, for this. All of this. Why did we ever think our jobs were more important ? SH

Stranger: I am worn out and tired but I would fly to any premiere you needed me to be at. Any set you needed company on. SH

You: I don't know, I really don't know. It was stupid, but then again ... There jobs are our life. We've both fought for this and were too afraid to loose it. Even if it meant loosing you, which I didn't know would be so hard. JW

Stranger: I had no idea that we would slip away so completely. SH

Stranger: Seeing you at the Oscars was painful. SH

You: The pain was mutual. You looked so good. JW

Stranger: You in that tux. You surely knew how perfect you looked. SH

You: I still prefer the jumpers. JW

Stranger: Me too. Maybe a little. SH

You: You always said you hated the jumpers! JW

Stranger: You were so kind, though. I remember watching you with your group and you were so lovely. Your interview especially. SH

Stranger: Shh. Sentiment. SH

Stranger: Apparently, according to my fansite, there is a video during the red carpet where I am in the background of your interview quite 'lovingly staring'. SH

You: That's adorable. JW

Stranger: They're insistent. SH

Stranger: We were sat so far apart, too. I had hoped we'd at least be sat in the same row. SH

You: The same row would have been nice. Sitting next to each other would have been better. JW

Stranger: I knew not to get my hopes up too much. I would have had my hands on you the whole ceremony. SH

You: I wouldn't have minded. JW

Stranger: It would have been very obvious. SH

You: There were enough toilets to disappear in. JW

You: Even if holding your hand would have been more than enough for me. JW

Stranger: Making out in the Oscars bathrooms. That would have been something. SH

You: That's definitely something that's on my bucket list now. JW

Stranger: Oh most definitely. Maybe when one of us is nominated. SH

You: To celebrate. JW

You: ;) JW

Stranger: I love you. SH I mean, I. John. SH

You: Yes? JW

Stranger: Sorry. SH

You: Do you mean it? JW

Stranger: Of course I do. SH

You: [Slight delay] I love you too, Sher. JW

Stranger: I don't want to be apart any longer. May we please try? SH

You: I wouldn't want anything else but to be with you. JW

Stranger: If I can.. Take some time off. Just to focus on us. SH

You: I would like that. But then again, if you can't, it's not a problem. JW

Stranger: We have three weeks now. And then I'm leaving. But that's only for a few months. SH

Stranger: We could figure something out. SH

You: We will figure something out. JW

Stranger: Besides, you are about to become something big. I know it. SH

You: I won't let my career get in the way. Not again. JW

You: I now know you're far more important. JW

Stranger: John. You can't say no to any roles you are offered, you hear me? SH

You: I won't. But I also won't stay away for months and months. JW

Stranger: I'll come with you if you do. SH

You: I'll do the same. JW

Stranger: The press will go mad with this. SH

You: I think they will be glad that we are finally getting back together. JW

Stranger: You'd be surprised. The fans, yes. But the press. We'll just have to surprise them with it. SH

Stranger: My next red carpet. We'll go together. SH

Stranger: Or the BAFTAs? Be my date? SH

You: I would love that! JW

Stranger: We can make a show of it. You can be signing for fans as you always do and I'll come and kiss you. SH

You: You're such an idiot sometimes, do you know that? JW

Stranger: Mhm, am I? SH

Stranger: Why is that? SH

You: Saying you're not a hopeless romantic while in fact you are. JW

Stranger: I'm an actor. I have a flare for dramatics. SH

You: You'll always be a drama queen. JS

You: *JW

Stranger: Oh shh. You like that. SH

You: Of course I do! JW

Stranger: How would you have us at the red carpet then, hm? SH

You: I don't know. Us getting out of the car together which would already make everyone go wild. And when they're about to ask something about it, I wrap my arm around your waist and kiss you or something like that. JW

Stranger: And you say I'm dramatic. SH

You: You are dramatic, Sher. JW

Stranger: And you aren't? SH

Stranger: That was romantic and dramatic. SH

You: Maybe a little bit. JW

Stranger: But we'll do it. SH

Stranger: It'll be one short of running to one another on the damned carpet. SH

You: God, I can't wait for the lazy evening where we will just order Thai food and wear sweat pants. JW

Stranger: You mean when I make sure that happens tomorrow? SH

You: You want to have one of those lazy evenings tomorrow? JW

Stranger: Yes. If you'll have me. SH

You: I'll have you anywhere on any moment. JW

You: I know that sounded very suggestive. JW

Stranger: Oh that did, John. Very suggestive. SH

You: Might have been on purpose. JW

Stranger: Anywhere, hm? SH

Stranger: Anywhere at all? SH

You: Yes, of course. We just talked about the bathrooms at the Oscar's. JW

Stranger: Really trying not to imagine the London Eye in all this. SH

You: Oh. JW

You: The London Eye, really? JW

Stranger: We wouldn't get away with it. SH

You: I don't think as it made completely out of glass. And there will probably be other people as well in it. JW

Stranger: Maybe one day I'll get one of them hired out just for us. SH

Stranger: And when we're right at the top, I'll get on my knees and let you enjoy both views. SH

You: Oh God ... Why do always know which words to choose? JW

Stranger: Because I know you. SH

You: Too well sometimes. JW

Stranger: I've spent an awful long time trying not to imagine us together, it takes its toll. SH

You: I don't mind it at all. JW

Stranger: I didn't think I'd get you back. SH

You: But here I am and I am not planning on leaving. JW

Stranger: I stupidly read Heat magazine a few weeks ago. Some idiot said you were engaged. SH

You: To who? Myself? JW

Stranger: To your previous co star. Apparently you were close. You did go to that premiere together. SH

You: They wanted us to go together. Her manager thought it would be rather strange if the stars of the show wouldn't go together. JW

Stranger: That's true but you held her hand. SH

Stranger: At least, well, once. I don't know. Pictures can be deceiving. SH

You: I did hold her hand for a moment. But that was because she was wearing probably the highest heels in history of heels, she was about to loose her balance and of course they managed to take a picture of us. JW

Stranger: I shouldn't have been looking, really. SH

You: I don't blame you. After we broke up, I changed into this crazy fangirl who followed every step you took. It was kind of creepy. JW

Stranger: So you were the one that sent me all those anonymous messages? SH

You: No ... That mush have been another crazy fangirl. JW

Stranger: I was going to say. SH

Stranger: You were explicit. SH

You: Oh really? JW

Stranger: It was very odd. I got loads of letters. SH

You: I promise that it wasn't me. I was quietly weeping in the background. JW

Stranger: Oh John. SH

You: In matter of speaking. JW

You: Even though I did cry. JW

Stranger: Don't give me that image. SH

You: I'm sorry. It wasn't that bad. JW

Stranger: I thought you were glad we broke up. That it was best for us. SH

You: I thought it was the best for us. But we didn't broke up because we didn't love each other. It still hurt like hell. JW

Stranger: I know. It just felt like we needed the space, so we didn't get in one another's way. SH

Stranger: It would have hurt more had you resented me. SH

You: But I didn't. JW

Stranger: But you would have. Had I got in the way of your work. SH

You: Once again, I didn't. JW

Stranger: That's because we broke up before you could. That's.. Why I suggested it in the first place. SH

You: Sherlock, let's not think about that, right? It didn't happen. JW

Stranger: I just worry it'll happen again. SH

You: I promise you, it won't. We are far more professional than we were before, we didn't think it was possible to combine work with a relationship together. Too bad I had to find it out the hard way it was possible. JW

Stranger: I know. I felt the same way. I saw we were in the same cities, but we weren't together. I couldn't even text you. SH

You: It was horrible. All those nights alone, wishing you would just lie next to me. JW

Stranger: I kept up with all of it. Every damn article. It was a wonder no one noticed. SH

You: I seriously followed every possible fanpage of you on every social media, just in case something would happen ... JW

Stranger: I saw you got a Twitter page. SH

You: To follow yours, to be honest. JW

Stranger: Mine is barely run by me, I shall admit. SH

Stranger: It's just... To make me seem 'with it' apparently. SH

You: Well, after my agent found out, she sort of let it being taken over by some other people. Afraid that I might get too emotional at some subjects. JW

Stranger: I saw that. Your first few tweets. SH

You: They were embarrassing ... JW

Stranger: I saved a few. SH

Stranger: Was one.. About us? SH

Stranger: It got hundreds of retweets, John. SH

You: Yes ... JW

Stranger: Wow. SH

You: Like I said, too emotional. JW

Stranger: I liked it, though. SH

Stranger: That it was you. SH

You: I didn't think about it. JW

Stranger: It let me know how you were, at least. SH

Stranger: Lots of people suggested it. SH

You: I know, but it had been stupid to post those things. It could have had a lot of consequences. JW

Stranger: How? What could have happened? It was me, after all. SH

Stranger: Maybe an article on you. SH

Stranger: But you're fine, John. Your reputation is still very much intact. As we like it. SH

You: There could have been people who found it unprofessional. It's sounds selfish, I know. But we broke up because of our work. I could have destroyed it. JW

Stranger: But the press didn't have to know we did. We told everyone it was best for us, at the time. Besides, we weren't exactly as big as we are now, back then. Now it would be... Different. SH

You: We told it was the best and than I was sending emotional tweets into the world. Not such a good idea. JW

Stranger: Perhaps not. But we don't have to now, do we? SH

You: No, of course not! JW

Stranger: Now we can offer stupidly sweet tweets. SH

You: Make people throw up a little bit in their mouth at the cheesy things we say to each other. JW

Stranger: Definitely. That's the kind of couple we'll be. SH

You: We would fit in a romantic comedy. JW

Stranger: Can you imagine? Me? In a rom com? SH

Stranger: Oh how they would laugh. SH

You: How I would laugh. JW

Stranger: Oh shhh. You'd buy it on DVD. SH

You: And watch it every year on Valentine. JW

Stranger: Exactly. And then we'd watch your Christmas comedy too. We'd have themed evenings. SH

Stranger: I've missed you. SH

You: I've missed you, too. So much. JW

Stranger: It is unacceptable how much I have missed you. SH

You: Well, you don' have to miss me any longer now. JW

Stranger: No. Because tonight we have a date. SH

You: A date. I can't wait. JW

Stranger: A date wearing hoodies so we're not caught. SH

You: Sounds perfect, doesn't it? JW

Stranger: Utterly so. SH

Stranger: Though those selfies you took on the tube with those fans were endearing. SH

You: We can take selfies as well. JW

Stranger: Yeah? SH

Stranger: I strangely love the idea. SH

You: Really? You never really enjoyed it when I wanted to take pictures together. Perhaps because those moments weren't exactly the best moments ... JW

Stranger: I wasn't really comfortable with it back then. Also the selfie then was popular just as I was about to break us up. SH

Stranger: I didn't want any memories of us. And no I regret it. SH

You: I didn't know that ... JW

Stranger: I know. I just wanted to make it easier for you. SH

Stranger: If we didn't have photos, you wouldn't remember me. SH

You: Sherlock ... JW

You: How could I not remember you? JW

Stranger: You have a whole host of people you could fall for. SH

You: You too. You could have anyone you want, you're drop dead gorgeous. JW

Stranger: But I don't want anyone else. They're dull. SH

You: Good, because I don't want anyone else either. JW

Stranger: There was, honestly, no one at all? SH

You: No one, I promise. Wouldn't know who could ever come near to you. JW

Stranger: [Delayed] That means so much to me. I read so much. And I knew it was going to happen. You'd move on and I just had to deal with it. Chin up and cope with it. SH

You: You're not the only once who read a lot of magazines. At some point there were a lot of rumours about you dating a model. Victor Trevor or something? I thought my changes were over for good. JW

Stranger: Ah. Yes that was a brief almost-thing. SH

You: Really? JW

Stranger: We didn't. But there were dates. Dancing. SH

Stranger: It was very in the public eye. SH

You: So not even once? JW

Stranger: What, have sex with him? SH

You: Yes. JW

You: No. JW

You: I mean ... This is none of my business. JW

Stranger: You want to know. SH

You: Yeah, but you don't have to tell me. We weren't together and it really shouldn't matter to me. JW

Stranger: Almost. But no. SH

Stranger: I wasn't in a particularly good place. You may have heard. SH

Stranger: I believe the Mail did a particularly good article on my wild nights out. SH

You: I don't think I have heard. At that point, I avoided every news about you. JW

Stranger: He was a model. He partied harder than most. We took drugs a few times, between my films, and there were paparazzi in the club we were in. We almost took it the whole way on one of those evenings, but I was out of it, I freaked out. SH

You: [Delayed] I always hoped that the rumours of you taking drugs were false. JW

Stranger: They weren't. SH

Stranger: They were very easy to get a hold of. SH

Stranger: I used to take them in my teenage years. It was.. A small blip. SH

Stranger: We've all had our stories about us. SH

You: I knew about the teenage years. Which made me wish you didn't relapse. JW

You: I wouldn't have blamed you to get together with Victor. He was handsome and seemed to like you. JW

Stranger: He was good. I liked him. For the wrong reasons. SH

Stranger: We're still on good terms. But he realised I wasn't the type that should be casually taking drugs. SH

Stranger: So when I was meant to be 'bulking up' for three months before my next film, I was in rehab for two. SH

You: Thank you for telling me. JW

Stranger: If anyone should know, it is you. SH

Stranger: My agent nearly sold me out. SH

Stranger: Hence why I switched at the start of this year. He thought it would make some good publicity to know I was in rehab. So I switched immediately. SH

You: I'm glad you went to rehab. But it might not have been such a great idea to make that public. W

You: *JW

Stranger: No. It would have ruined me. SH

Stranger: Not that I wasn't ready for it at the time. SH

You: It sounds stupid, but you could have talked to me. JW

Stranger: No I couldn't have. SH

Stranger: You were my whole problem. SH

You: You took the drugs because of me? JW

Stranger: I almost wanted you to see me ruin. It was dark. And I was upset with myself. And you were doing so well, and you were so popular and your fans adored you. SH

You: [Delayed] I'm sorry I made you feel that way, Sher. JW

Stranger: It's my fault. I'm sorry. I just missed you, is all. It's fine now. It'll be fine now, I assure you. SH

Stranger: I'm completely clean. SH

You: I believe you. JW

Stranger: You're my drug of choice, hm. SH

You: I mean ... I am quite addictive, I know. JW

Stranger: Oh most definitely. One kiss and I'm hooked. SH

You: And wait until you get more than only kisses ... JW

Stranger: I'll be yours. Completely. SH

You: I'm yours as well. JW

Stranger: When can I see you? Tonight? How early? SH

You: I always find London Eye most beautiful in the evening when it's dark outside. But that won't take too long by now. JW

Stranger: I left my flat a while ago. Couldn't think with you texting me. Had to walk around. SH

You: Couldn't think in a good way? JW

Stranger: Yes. Of course. It was all coming back to me. All those feelings I pushed out. SH

You: I'll do anything to give you the best night ever. The best date ever. JW

Stranger: All you need do is turn up. SH

You: I suppose I can do that :) JW

Stranger: And then at the end, come home with me. SH

You: Won't say no to that. JW

Stranger: Even if all we do is kiss, I really would feel rather happier should you come and stay at the flat. SH

You: To be honest? JW

You: I don't think we'll only kiss. JW

Stranger: Oh? Have you got plans? SH

You: Only if you have plans. JW

Stranger: My plans are your plans. SH

You: Even if you will be wearing a hoodie, I won't be able to keep my hands off you. JW

Stranger: If we get recognised, this is going to be trouble. SH

Stranger: My hands are not going to be able to hold themselves off you either. SH

You: We won't get recognised. If I had that horrible moustache, I would put it on. JW

Stranger: Don't give me ideas. SH

Stranger: Because I will go and buy us disguises. SH

You: They would so fake that people would get suspicious. JW

Stranger: What do you mean? I wear a fake moustache very nicely, thank you. SH

You: You with a fake moustache? I would give money to see that. JW

Stranger: [Delayed] [Attached photo - Sherlock with his hood up in a shop, a very obviously fake black moustache stuck to his upper lip] Told you I would. SH

You: You look like a porn star. A bad one. JW

You: One from the 70's. JW

Stranger: You'd still shag me. SH

You: True. JW

Stranger: I'm buying it. SH

You: If we have sex, don't wear it. JW

Stranger: Oh you bet I'm wearing it. SH

You: Seriously? JW

Stranger: Yep. Because you love me that much you'd endure it. SH

You: I'll probably just take it off because the kisses would be too ticklish. JW

Stranger: I'll make you wear one too. SH

Stranger: It'll be the most ridiculous make up sex we've ever had. SH

You: I already wear a fake moustache during a movie. Don't want to wear it again. JW

Stranger: Fake beard? SH

You: Yeah, that would work. JW

Stranger: Hot. SH

Stranger: How about this? SH [Attached picture- wig, bright green and curly, Sherlock's holding it out to the camera] This is definitely what you should wear. SH

You: God, how did I miss these ridiculous pictures of you. JW

You: But no. JW

Stranger: No one would ever recognise you! SH

Stranger: I'm going to get caught in a minute. I'm laughing far too much. SH

You: Do not buy the green wig. I repeat, do not buy the green wig! JW

Stranger: But I love it. SH

Stranger: It's perfect.. SH

You: I think I will quite get the attention if I wear a bright green wig in public. JW

Stranger: Mhm, mainly because I shall be laughing and taking many, many photographs. SH

Stranger: I will set up my own twitter just for pictures of you. SH

You: Fans would love that. JW

Stranger: You bet they would. SH

Stranger: I would love it. Really, it's a fantastic idea. SH

You: I'm not going to stop you. JW

Stranger: That's why I love you. SH You'd go along with anything to make me happy. SH

You: Because I would do anything to make you happy. JW

Stranger: Come and meet me. SH

You: Now? JW

Stranger: Right now. SH

You: Where do you want me to meet you? JW

Stranger: Southbank. I will be the ridiculously dressed one - and the trick is, of course there are other street performers stood here too. You can pick which one you think is me. SH

You: What if I pick the wrong one? JW

Stranger: Then that will be very embarrassing for you, and very nice for them to be kissed by British heartthrob John Watson. SH

You: Hmm, I think I will recognize my man. JW

Stranger: You think? We'll see. SH

You: Alright, I will get ready and meet you there. JW

Stranger: Good. See you soon, John. SH

Stranger: My John. SH

You: Love you, Sher. JW

Stranger: I love you too. SH

You: All of the sudden, John started to feel nervous once he had pocketed his phone. He was really going to see Sherlock after those few years. Yes, he had seen him before, but they were only brief meeting where they exchanged a few words. But this was a date. There first date after their break up. Everything about this needed to be perfect, there was nothing that was going to stop John. Quickly, he took his hoodie from his suitcase, putting the hood on to hide his sandy blond hair before leaving the hotel. It didnt take too long until he was at Southbank, searching for probably the most ridiculous person in the crowd. As he slowly was thinking that Sherlock had been joking about meeting him at Southbank, he saw the back of a person. It looked a lot like the brunet. His instinct immediately said that it was him. Without thinking, he walked up behind the person, turning him around and meeting the icy blue gaze of the one person he truly loved. "Finally." John sighed, wrapping his arms around Sherlock's shoulders to pull him down to connect their lips together, ignoring the ridiculous moustache on his upper lip.

#one of my faves #sherlock and john #johnlock #Johnlock RP #johnlock smut #johnlock fluff #omegle rp #omeglelock #omeglelock rp #omegle #johnlock angst #fake moustache kisses #part one

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He was a professional tease

I lost this rp with the stranger on omegle. Therefore I don’t have the prompt and a few of our replies anymore. It’s obvious a stripperlock and I am obviously in love with it!

Stranger: Glitter perhaps would have been a nice touch, that is to give his appearance some flair, even if it was a bit cliche and the last time he had used glitter, he'd over done it before finding globs of it rather complicated to be rid of. Yet, it would be more prominent, no doubt, to shimmer under the heavy gaze of a stage light and a thousand strangers who wanted to practically eat him the first chance they could get. A pink tongue slinked out, and swiped gradually across the shiny coating of glass that tasted deliciously of cherries, to his surprise. He knew he had rested his gaze on some random bloke, masked slightly by the shadowing of the club, all lights focused on his act. 'One, two, three, four...' Sherlock sat up, and he slithered his hand down the front of his body and slipping up under his skirt and into his panties, gripping and stroking lazily as his half-hard cock to please the crowd. Curls bobbed, and he threw his head back before grinding against his palm, the other hand, scraping blunt fingernails down his neck. It was only natural to shiver at that where sparks of pleasure burned down his spine; He always did have a sensitive neck.

You: Meeting the brunet's gaze had to be one of the most arousing things about that whole night. It almost felt like he was staring straight into his soul while his eyes told him he was ready to jump on top of him any moment. Which was something would not mind if he would love to see those curls bounce on top of his head as he would ride him. Dammit. His hands turned into fists, his fingernails digging slightly into the palm of his hands as he tried not to think about how perfectly those lips would be able to moan his name. His eyes widened at the sight of the brunet's hand travelling down his chest. "Shii-iit ..." John whispered to himself, even if he was getting kicked in the side with Greg's elbow who saw through everything. With the thought of keeping himself from coming inside his pants, John crossed his legs as he thought that would be a good idea. But the pressure on his groin only made it worse. The pants and skirt the stripper was wearing didn't let anything to John's imaginiation, which led to him having the perfect of view of him stroking his cock. It would be the best for him if he would just stand up, go to the bathroom and get rid of that erection. But that meant that he would have to leave the show which was the last thing he wanted.

Stranger: Crumpled bills were slid and thrown across the cat walk were he rubbed his cock into the palm of his hands. It was mingling, scents of colognes and deodorants, wafting with the salt of prickling sweat that he knew were rolling down each and everyone one of their trapped bodies, caged by clothes, and yet, it was so desperate and hungry. It made things all the more dirty. Pre-cum beaded at the slit of his cock and he rolled his thumb over it, and snaking his hand back out from his panties, feeling incredibly warm, where a slight flush began to gradually bloom over his features. Carefully he pressed the pad of his thumb to his lips and licked off the taste of his arousal, humming, and closing his eyes. One was to always make sure the crowd was ready to practically throw themselves at him and so he began to lick his fingers, sucking each one down, hand slicked lightly with the skids of cooling saliva. He rather loves the attention. He craved it. Sticking two fingers back into his mouth, he sucked on them and coated each finger with dripping spit before leaving a string of it connecting to the bottom of his lip and digits, trailing down these wet fingers to slide over the panties, now stretched across his hard cock. It couldn't be helped. He was a professional tease.

You: Unable to stop it, a moan came from the blond's lips, leaving his cheeks a bright crimson which wouldn't be noticeable in the dark room. Luckily, none of his friends had heard the embarrassing sound coming from him. John was slowly dying on the inside, keeping his hands in his lap to keep himself from grabbing his wallet and spending all of his money on the other. But he was convinced now, that after the act, he wanted to see him. Kiss him. For God's sake, he wanted to /fuck/ him so hard that he would be so sore that he wouldn't be able to perform anymore. John could feel his T-shirt get wet, sticking to his back. Shifting on his chair didn't seem to work. Nothing seemed to work. He needed to have that brunet. No matter what.

Stranger: It was the final scene of his act for the night. Heels clicked once more as he gradually slid back up, snaking his body around. Hips swayed with the light drift of his ruffled skirt, as he descended down the stairs, stage light falling his every move, and he made his way through the crowd, bills slipping into his attire, where if one of them dared to be bold enough, he'd give them a slap, only on the very side of firm, which seemed to get a rise out of the men. This didn't apply to the woman among the crowd, no, a bit of hair pulling taught them so. They always did this, the end of an act, dedicating it to one special customer at the end of the night. And there he was, looking ready to burst. It pulled a smirk across his expression, to see the sheen of sweat to his skin, the strands of hair damp, and clinging to his forehead. Sauntering over, he stood in front of him before bending over giving the rest of the crowd a good look at his arse."You can look, but you can't touch, think you can manage that, big boy?," he purred into the bloke's ear, before pulling back and straddling him.

You: Even if John's tongue swept over his lips every five seconds, they were as dry as a bone. His lips were parted constantly, his fingers twitching, wanting to touch himself and get rid of all that tension down there. John's eyes were locked on the other's arse, his eyes following every sway of his hips. When the brunet started to move around the crowd, he wanted to turn around to see where he was, to see how he moved between those people, to see how those long legs carried a body like that. But he couldn't, knowing that it would make him explode. Instead, John looked straight in front of him to the empty stage, taking in deep breaths as he hoped it would work to calm him down. As it seemed to help him a little bit, the brunet suddenly stood in front of him. Slowly, John looked up, making sure that his gaze flickered over every inch of skin on the other's body before gaping right into those blue eyes which looked even intenser from up close. "Yeah, sure ..." John quickly nodded before he felt the stripper sitting down on his lap, his hands immediately moving up to run up his thighs before dropping them back to his sides at the realisation. "I'm sorry."

Stranger: "Are you? I can feel your cock in your trousers, sir. I really don't think you are. Who knew you would leave a little secret for me to find? That's adorable," Sherlock hummed into his ear over the music, gazes burning holes into his back as he started to grind down against the bloke, smoothing a hand down over his damp shirt. He never particularly liked these bits, though at least he had the option to choose who he wished to dedicate the performance to. Normally it was the average married bloke, aged over fifty, and he occasionally liked to tease the women as well, who were a lot more generous with their crumpled up bills shoved into the bottom of their purses. "You like getting off to me, just a poor dancer, grinding my greedy arse against you, huh?" But before he could allow the blond to speak, he slid down to his knees, thrusting the man's thighs apart as he settled in between them and looked up at the stranger with half lidded eyes before licking a long stripe up the denim-clad bulge.

You: The other's voice was a low barritone, sending shivers down John's spine with every word he said, convinced that he was able to make him do anything he wanted by only using that deep voice of him. Wherever the other touched him, left the feeling of a burning hand on his chest, wanting to feel them everywhere on his body. A moan came from John's lips as he started to roll down his hips against his, immediately responding by bucking up his own hips in search of the friction he was looking for. "You're hot ..." John breathed, unable to make any comprehensible sentences. Suddenly, the pressure of the other on top of him was gone and before John could even think about complaining, he saw the other moving down until he was between his legs. The way the brunet was looking at him made John whimper slightly, his breath getting heavier at the feeling of his tongue against his erection even if they were separated by layers of clothing. "How much ... How much do I need to pay to have you?" John asked without thinking.

Stranger: The arch of a perfectly manicured eyebrow followed with the look of a gaze that was torn between baring the amused smirk attempting to tug sweetly onto the corners of his mouth or the eye roll of a typical lust-filled mind. Not that he was complaining, he'd be bound to make a month's worth of rent tonight. Swirling the tip of his tongue over the rough fabric, he allowed his saliva to soak into the trousers as he gave a quick little suck and pulled off. Eyes flickering, Sherlock crawled back up to straddle the other's lap. He was rather cute for someone who looked intent on rutting against his leg if he'd let him. The pad of his thumb swiped slowly across his customer's lower lip, fingers pressingly gently to a jawline before he leaned forward, puffs of warm breath ghosting over his mouth. He slapped him. Not brutally hard, of course, but firm enough to count as an actual slap. "That's what you get for touching, lover boy," he teased with a hum as fingers gripped his chin and gave a light kiss to this stranger's cheek, leaving a sticky imprint of his lip gloss."Don't worry. On the house." The music was coming to an end as he climbed off John and sauntered his way back up towards the stage, collecting any extra bills that were being offered for his little show. The stage light flicked off, after he gathered his findings and headed back stage to change. £ 270, a quick wipe from smudged makeup, and twenty minutes from changing out of his costume back into his clothes later, he walked out to catch quick smoke.

You: Slowly, but surely, John could feel the other's saliva slightly seeping through the fabric of his trousers. His spit would mingle with his precum which would sound incredibly disgusting but because of the context, John couldn't get any more aroused by it. His head fell back slightly against the chair as the other sucked gently, but hard enough to let the other feel it. As he felt the brunet's weight on top of him, he opened his eyes once more to look straight into the brunet's. A shiver went down his spine at the sight of it, his mouth going dry as his lips parted. Suddenly, the stripper slapped him which came as a surprise. His head moved to the other side, feeling the slight sting of the palm of the other's hand on the side of his cheek. For a moment, he couldn't believe that he actually slapped him. But then he felt a wave of pleasure going through his body because of it. "No no no ..." John quickly said, shaking his head. "How much to have you privately?" But before the brunet even had a chance to ask, the last tones of the music started to fade into the room which meant that the other turned around, climbing back onto the stage. He was so close.

Stranger: It had burned into his lungs and coated the back of his throat with a light film, scratching at him from inside before lips parted and it slithered out easily into the air of London, clashing with the sense of fog, and making such a transparent ghost of breath and life like the fine image of a perfectly spun and close-knitted sheet of spider's silk drift lazily before him and drifting off up towards the light of a street lamp, evaporating into nothing. The building practically shook with music. The rhythmic pulse had been muffled by the heavily applied blanket of cement of those four walls, heightening the sense of chatter of people strutting in and swaggering out. It was a typical night, and it tomorrow would be his night off, putting aside all things of work and classes and all things in between. Might as very well treat himself. What better way to treat himself than buying a cheap bottle fireball whiskey from the bar. Not that he hadn't had better, of course. But it was deliciously wonderful, the way the taste of cinnamon lingered onto his palette while his chest bloomed with warmth. Granted the bar was still sticky, and cluttered with customers, sloshing shots and watered down drinks scrambled among it's surface. "Whiskey. Fireball. The lot of it," he said firmly, over the counter, where the bartender, who he never bothered to associate with, winked in acknowledgment as he rounded back towards the shelves, and shoulders brushed aside his, practically feeling sour breath breathing down the back of his neck.

You: Even though his friends were pushing at his shoulders, laughing out loud and asking him annoying questions, John couldn't help but to think about one thing. It wasn't a surprise that it was the stripper he was thinking about. Slowly it began to seep into him how the other looked. Not did he only look like a Greek God, able to make anyone come right on the spot by just looking at them. But also did he look like someone of his own age. It wasn't until now that he had realised that. There might be a chance that they would go to the same university which made John wonder if he was happy or confused about it. The other acts didn't seem to entertain him as much as the one with the brunet. Mostly because he was still thinking about him and the other strippers weren't as half as sexy as him. It gave him the perfect opportunity to calm down, his erection disappearing in a few minutes but it still left him with a case of blue balls. Without asking his friends if they wanted to drink something, as John didn't really had quite that much money to keep buying his friends drinks, he made his way to the bar. His shoulder brushed against someone else's as he stood at the bar, ordering a pint of beer. As he waited for his order, he looked around a bit in the hope he wouldn't come across someone he knew who didn't know that John was there. But as he looked sideways, he recognised the mop of dark raven curls together with pale skin and perfectly shaped lips. Instead of thinking what he could possibly do, knowing that this could end up very badly, he turned towards the brunet, hoping that it indeed was the striper. "Hi ..." John simply said.

Stranger: Very nearly, the sound of the greeting, even if having been in ear-shot, would have been swallowed whole by the bass of the music that thrummed throughout the club, practically causing his body to vibrate on it's very seat and nearly giving him a headache from it's pulsating waves of sound. It grew to be considerably tedious. Just very nearly, he hadn't heard. However not entirely. Gaze met gaze under the flickering lights dancing over each other's face. The sense of familiarity hit him as eyes slithered down the body of that one blond bloke who not so long ago practically was ready to come all over himself on the spot. It still managed to sweep a smug smile across his expression, when having returned prying eyes back up to the other's face, very clearly erection free. "You," he said, rather in acknowledgment, in a simple tone of amusement, no longer wearing that mask of a seductive facade. It felt akin to slipping back into the skin of his own, rather than wearing someone else's. The stool grumbled as he leaned towards the other, lips in close rang to his ear, the warmth of his breath brushing lightly over his skin. "Well, isn't this a surprise."

You: For a moment, John thought that the other was just ignoring him. It wouldn't come as such a surprise and he wouldn't blame him. Even though he thought he didn't look too bad, he understood that the brunet would want to have someone else. After all, he could have anyone in this room. It would be more than logical if the other would choose for someone with far more money than him. Not that John would want to spend money right now, knowing that the other had stopped working by the look of simple black trousers with a shirt which still made him look like he could come straight out of a Calvin Klein magazine. As their eyes met, John couldn't help but to feel the familiar shiver running down his back, leaving him with goosebumps all over his arms. It was quite surreal how someone could have such an effect on him by just looking at him. Immediately, John copied the other's smile, having a grin of his own playing on his lips as he looked up at him. Honestly, John didn't think that the other would recognise him, thinking that he was being half blinded by the bright lights together with the not caring a single thing about he was getting horny every night. "I didn't make you startled, no?" John asked teasingly, trying to ignore how amazing the other's hot breath against the shell of his ear felt.

Stranger: Straining to hear, he shifted closer, feeling body heat mingling together. It was quite amusing, truly, to be confronted by that of the man you happened to nearly suck off, with nothing but the barrier of trousers to keep from having skin to skin contact, mouth on cock. It was half-expected for him to just jump him where he sat, or practically begging him to touch him. It wasn't an unusual proposition in such a business, after all "No, of course not. Merely your presence was unexpected, I'd rather thought you'd be with little group of your's." Of course, it hadn't went unnoticed the way half of the surrounding faces looked torn with vicarious pride, and envy, after he had crawled onto the man's lap, A hand laid neatly on that of a knee to balance himself, but slightly for the reasoning because he simply could. It was teasing and rather a entertaining way to mess with customers. It wasn't the first time a customer approached him, wanting to play out that fantasy of having that of a assuming lustful stripper fuck themselves way on their cock, or even be fucked by him. It was flattering, to say the least. Or at least, that's why most customers found their way up to him, other than a private lap dance during work hours,

You: The hopeless romantic in John was telling him that he should get to know the other better. To have some small talks and get to hear what the brunet would do in his free time instead of rutting against stranger's legs with wearing nothing but a thong and a small skirt. But the other part in John didn't know whether or not to get to know more about the brunet after he had made him come all over their naked bodies covered with sweat. Besides, that would happen after (once again) whether or not the other would reject him. He knew that the chances were low that someone that attractive and succesfull would be interested in John who was twenty years old and went to university to hopefully become a doctor one day. "I'd rather be with you." John replied with a small wink. The teasing only made him question if it was a game the other was playing or not and if it was a game John was willing to play. He didn't felt comfortable on getting embarrassed by someone of the same age as him in a strip club. Not to say that he would be embarrassed by one of the strippers. "It's nice to see you in something else than those school girl uniform you were wearing earlier." John added, the grin on his lips even growing wider. "My name is John, by the way."

Stranger: "John," he had ended up humming, feeling the weight of it's name rolled off his tongue, swishing it's letters around, tasting it on his palette. A perfectly manicured eyebrow arched, and the pad of his thumb rubbed over the rough fabric of denim, smoothing down his hands. Of, course, a common name for that of a common man. Under the streaks of colorful lights, glimpses of a face in that of a dimly lit room puzzled together with each quick flash. Perhaps average, but not unattractive, he noted. "I'm--" The clink of a bottle landed on the sticky bare, and hit the counter with enough force to crane his head towards the sloshing bottle of whiskey and he offered a sweet smile of appreciation to the bartender. He leant back and wrapped fingers along the shaft of the bottle. "Sherlock," he offered, and made a move to stand.

You: The way the other said his name sounded like music in his ears. It was almost like the brunet was tasting his name, wondering how it would sound like if he would moan it. Something John would very much like to experience one day. Perhaps this very own day. Once the bottle was being put on the counter of the bar with quite some force which made people around look at their direction of where the sound was coming from, John couldn't help but to wonder if it the bottle was meant for them. But as soon as the other wrapped his long and slender fingers around it, making it look far more suggestive than it should be, he knew that he must have ordered it. Sherlock. It made John question whether or not it was his real name. But it seemed quite impossible for someone to make up that name in only a mere second. "Nice name." John hummed as he glaced at the bottle of whiskey for a moment.

Stranger: A hand had slid into the back of his trouser's pocket, hand gripping his wallet and having sliding money over the bar. It was a rather generous night, and though, naturally, he hadn't found himself making contact with the bartender that often, son of a bitch did a good job with handling the lot of drunken and naturally desperate cretins. It made it rather hard not to feel a slice of sympathy for him, and therefore left a rather nice tip. Shoes made contact with the hard floor of the club, whiskey heavy in hand, swishing around with each movement he had made. For a short second , he slipped back his wallet into it's rightful place. "Nice cock," he purred directly into the man's ear, skirting lips lightly across his cheek and sending him a wink, walking gradually away in hoped that the stranger would follow, however feeling a bit bewildered, having managed a small chat and not once being propositioned.

You: The words came with an element of surprise. Sherlock hadn't seen his cock. Yet, perhaps, he didn't know. The more he thought about it, the bigger the grin on his lips grew. Was it even possible that he could have felt everything of him down there by just using his tongue onto layers of fabric. That had to be quite impressive. Either way, it made John think that the brunet was interested in him. Without any doubt, John heaved himself from his chair, following the other through the sea of people who seemed not to be able to keep their eyes of the brunet in front of him. "You haven't seen it." He pointed out as he walked closely behind him, placing his hand carefully onto the other's hip to make sure he would loose him in the crowd.

Stranger: Heavy, the weight of his hand on his hip, fingers curled in on slightly as of means to not let go, following him about as he made way for the door of the club. It was irritating, to say the least. It reminded him always of the fact customers assumed they had the right to touch them in such a way simply because they looked sexually appealing. It was no more than a job, and though he liked to tease for the sake of boredom, there was only so far one could play along. What employees did beyond hours was there own time, as long as they brought in money, it was, to put it simply, fine and dandy. Eyes narrowed considerably, regardless of the fact if it was just to keep up with him. Turning around quickly, sharply, lingering near the exit door, a hand smoothed down the flat of the man's chest, gripping the shirt tightly in hand, up, he bent down, making a habit at talking directly into John's ear. "One tends to learn the way a cock feels under a pair of trousers, especially if I've got my mouth on it. If you are hoping to have some sort of dirty fuck out of assumption of what I do, do think again. I'm sure you're not a cretin. Though this has been fun, I'm afraid I don't like to associate myself with one-off's, rather unnecessary. I hate to disappoint. Touch me, and I will not hesitate to break your arm. This isn't how it works, and any expectations you had will likely end with you disenchanted. Do you understand?" The facade dropped, and rather rapidly, his rather own person leeched back in through his paper mask.

You: The smile on John's lips faltered immediately as the other turned around, his head snapping down as he looked down at him. His eyes were like fire, as if the devil himself was breathing inside of Sherlock's body. It startled the blond, leaving him frozen in place, unable to say a word. He let the other rant seep into his ears, listening to every single word he said and growing frustrated at it instead of scared by the few threats that were in it. Not even one second let John drop his gaze from the other even if the brunet's eyes were as cold as snow, piercing right through his body. "Listen ..." John started once the other had finished, his voice calm and soft as usual whenever he was trying to keep somone from exploding from anger. As the captain of the football team, it almost happened every week that someone lost their control on the field. "At first, I knew it was all an act. It's your job, it's what your good at. Not a single second did I think that you might be interested in me. When I saw you at the bar after the show, I thought by myself that I could at least try to start a conversation with you. Yes, of course, I did because I was hoping to get that dirty fuck you were talking about. If you weren't interested, then you should have told me straight away. Playing games is apparently your job. If you say the things you said to me with your normal clothes on, I assume there is some truth in them."

Stranger: Teeth bit sharply into the tip of his tongue before clenching his jaw as he stared at John with something of a cold gaze. If looks could kill, he rather assumed John would have a rather alarming series of injuries. Though as words sunk in, the very corners of his lips quirked up, subtle enough where one had to rather look to see it. Fingers had gripped the neck of the bottle tightly and nostrils flared as he let go of an aggressive breath of air. Mildly amused by the observations he had made, and naturally he was right. He found John attractive, to the least, incredibly so, regardless of his own average appearance. It surely didn't mean that he had to be joyous about it. Of course, he would never admit that he had been impressed, assuming that maybe John was another idiot. That was the thing with assumptions. He raised his chin, and now he had just looked more irritated than enraged. Never did he accept a proposition-- Not that John had initially propositioned him. The tip of his tongue swiped against his lips. "You're insufferable," he huffed, having never being so stumped. Fingers clenched back into John's shirt, and turned around, making a move to dragging him outside.

You: "Wow wow wow ... Wait." John said as he felt the other's hand fisting his shirt, pulling him towards a door which would probably be the exit door. Nothing of this whole situation made any sense and the blond had absolutely no idea where this was going. One moment, he was convinced that this Sherlock guy was going to break his arm just as he told him. While now it almost felt like he was taking him outside before dropping to his knees and sucking the dear life out of his cock. Again. None of this made any sense. It was frustrating, getting mixed signals of someone you saw potential in. Even if the potential was nothing else than finding a shag. The other didn's seem to hear him, or might as well just ignored him. "You say that I am insufferable, but why does it seem that we are heading outside?" He asked bluntly, his body making sure that he wasn't touching other as it seemed to insult him. "I just don't understand it anymore."

Stranger: "Shut up," he told him simply. The air poured over him, the heat of the room and it's stench of sweat and alcohol and all things that felt rather as though they should be clinging to his very being by the strength of it's aroma. Naturally, you learn to grow accustomed to it, especially when you sit in it at least three times a week for at least six hours, if not for another big act and a schedule revolving around Uni, ballet, and working, alternating between recitals and classes, of course. Once outside where that of a line stood, simply to crowded and stuffy inside to manage even that of a squeeze in, he turned back around and looked calmly at John as if this was an everyday occurrence rather than a rare opportunity. "I've made a good amount of tips therefore put into a rather giving mood, you're clearly looking to fuck me. It's rather painfully obvious, actually. You've made a good enough impression despite having rather 'caused a mild headache, and I'm offering. Do keep up," he huffed once more, and crowded closer towards John, looking at him pointedly.

You: With a frown furrowed across his eyebrows, John didn't really have the choice but to follow Sherlock outside. With every second that passed, it became more and more confusing to the blond. Which only made him feel stupid in the end. The cold air struck him straight into the face, allowing himself to take a deep breath of it which almost seem to freeze his lungs inside of his body. It was nice, somehow, to be outside. At least it was better than the with sweat and alcohol filled strip club behind him. The smell of it wasn't appetizing even if he had just spend a few hours inside and in the end he didn't smell it anymore. He was once again surprised by the look on Sherlock's face what was calm this time in contrary to all the other looks he had the previous hours. From as horny as someone could be to outraged and furious, like he was about to snap his neck any second. The following words coming from Sherlock should have been a relief earlier as the only thing he could think of was having the brunet right then and there on the stage. But at this point they were somehow ... insulting. "Excuse me?" John asked with a small chuckle in an attempt to keep the tension light between them even if there had been a tight tension the minute their eyes met. "Painfully obvious it is and I've made a good enough impression? This sounds awfully offensive."

Stranger: "Oh, right. Apologies. I hadn't meant to hurt your feelings. You see, I had the understanding that you were aware that my persona wasn't nor ever will be me. Unless, you'd rather like it if I simply got on my hands and knees and sucked your cock like a filthy school boy, hm? Wouldn't that be nice? Of course, it would. Why not have a ludicrous fantasy, after all? It's rather amusing. You aren't the first one to have been attracted to me. And a majority, such as yourself, are also aware of the fact that this is my job, and yet seemed to be rather hurt when I am nothing more than honest. I am not going to be a lie, not will I ever lie. If something isn't funny, do you still laugh, John? To please the other? I am offering sex. Do you want it or not?" He spoke in a calm tone, eyes boring into him. Perhaps, yes, he was over-doing it. It wasn't as if he had anything to lose as of the moment. He would play something he isn't. Which is why he had stopped accepting offers from customers. It was a lie, and few tended to get rather aggressive when he hadn't dolled up and played along like an obedient child. No, that would never happen again, for he refused it. It was all the better to simply get that out before anyone knew what they assumed they were getting. And if anyone had a problem with that, then fine. He hadn't needed the sex, regardless. Not that anyone could tell, not even he welcomed the thought into entire into the forefront of his mind that he was rather insecure about the entire aspect, mingling with it's source of gradually having growing into himself and people learning slowly with him that he, as he was himself, wasn't there a cup of tea. Jaw set, he stared John, awaiting his answer, anticipating that he would live up to the expectations of another brief disappointment.

You: The more the brunet talked, the more John wanted to punch him in the face. Alright, there was no point in denying that he didn't was looking for sex. Because he wasn't. Which he admitted without any doubt when the other asked about it. But just the fact that the brunet thought that he could have anyone whenever he wanted, was just a matter of being full of himself. "One, I don't want you to get on your hands and knees like a school boys. I'm not like those old men who have that kind of fantasy. Second of all, of course I know I am not the first one to be attracted to you. The first person who isn't attracted to doesn't even excist, in my opinion. The third thing, I don't mind you being honest. I just don't like the fact that you're being rude. If that is part of your personality, fine by me. But you just said that you don't show your real personality. Might as well hide the fact that you can act like a total dick. And last but not least, no. No, I don't want to have sex with you. I wanted it as first. Really bad. But you think that it is some kind of honour that you would even consider having sex with me while it isn't. I'm not some chosen one. I'm probably another shag. Perhaps I would like to get to know you better. Well ... That is the case but that is just my personality. But I assume you don't give a fuck about that so might as well forget I said that."

Stranger: He had looked as if he had been slapped sharply across the face. With a stinging realization as words rang in his ears, John would 'perhaps' get to know him better. It was as if he was clueless, as if he didn't know how these things went. No one would take the time. Why would they though? He had the lingering though that maybe John was perhaps working an angle. It was only ever about sex, and if not, it was more than usually involved. Excluding everything else, he just stared at John, eyebrows furrowed together, and taking a few steps back as if even being near him was to much, and the bottle of whiskey almost slipped from his fingers before setting it down onto the pavement. "What?" His voice sounded distant and lips pursed as if they wished to say more but nearly couldn't find the words. Cracks in that mask, slipped out of it's place and shattered to the ground beneath his feet. Quickly, a sneer slid into place and he stalked back up to John and grabbing both handfuls of his shirt once again. "Why?" he asked angrily."I-I-I don't...," Inhaling and then followed by an exhale. "Why?"

You: It felt as some kind of victory which was quickly replaced with worries as the other looked like he was about to throw up or faint.Right when John wanted to ask if everything was alright and if he needed a glass of water because he looked even paler than he already was, he felt the other pushing him against the wall. The concrete wall behind him was cold and hard. His eyes widened at the sudden strength coming from the brunet, hearing the bottle of whisky falling down next to them, spreading all over the floor. It wasn't until he heard the question, he realised that he wasn't about to hit him or punch him. But he was confused of what he just said. Wasn't he clear?John swallowed thickly. "I said that I wouldn't mind getting to know you better." He said calmly even if his voice broek slightly. "You're the same age, you're handsome. Not that it's everything. I mean ... you don't seem as boring, dull and predictable as others. And you look smart. Smarter than anybody in that room."

Stranger: It wasn't a plethora of lies. He could see him, shrouded somewhat by that of the casting of the shadow's building, obscuring them in it, where nothing but the lingering of a street lamp seeped over to them. Nostrils flared as teeth bared and he sucked in a breath, sounding akin to something of a hiss. If capable, the fabric would have ripped already in the very palms of his hands they way he was gripping onto John as if his life counted on it. His gaze flickered back and forth and his pulse skittered where something heavy fell into the pit of his stomach. "God fucking--," he growled and turned his head to the side, before shaking it slightly and squeezing his eyes shut. "Kiss me."

You: The next following silence between them was almost suffocating, taking all the words from John's mouth that he might wanted to say.He could feel the other's hand fisting his shirt, his grip tightening within seconds, giving the blond the feeling that his shirt was going to rip open any second. There was something wild in Sherlock's eyes, like some kind of wild animal living inside him.The growl surprised John, confirming the feeling of the beast inside the other. But everything of that seemed to fade away into nothing around them with the following words. "What?" Was the only thing John could say. But before the other had a chance to answer, knowing that there would nothing but anger and frustration come from him, he leaned up to press their lips together. Instead of the deep and passionate kiss he would have given him a few hours ago, he kissed him softly, almost lovingly with the care he had.

Stranger: It was... sweet. Unexpectedly and completely sweet. If he hadn't practically attempted to hold himself up by the gentleness of it, it was likely he would have been mad, enraged even. Torn between being treated like something of a wilting flower and angry that John would have felt the need to soft about such a thing. Eyes remained scrunched tightly shut, and gradually his grip became loose where as he pressed forward, a hand places against the cool brick of the wall and another one coming to settle lightly on the curve of his shoulder and lips parted ever so slightly.

You: Slowly, John felt the brunet melting against his lips. There was still a faint taste of the strawberry lipgloss he wore earlier or perhaps Sherlock just tasted like strawberries all the time which would be a pleasant surprise. On purpose, he kept the touches soft, his lips moving gently against Sherlock's in an attempt to make him calm down. To met him relax somehow.As he felt the other's grip loosening, John took the risk and ran his fingers through the curls with the colour of ebony before resting his hand on the back of his head, cupping his neck gently. He could feel that the brunet was starting to relax, his muscles not feeling tight anymore as he pushed closer. Hesitantly, John ran his tongue over Sherlock's bottom lip before slipping his tongue between parted lips.

Stranger never replied back ...

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I'm going to look after you

I loooooooooooooove this! Normally I am not into modern royalty/princethingies, but this one I really really enjoyed! (I am the stranger in this one)

You: John [20] didn’t like his title. Royalty, he decided, was a blessing, and a curse. A blessing as it meant he usually got what he wanted. As spoilt as it sounded. But a curse because it trapped him, and binded him to his title. He could hardly enjoy himself when he had such huge responsibilities and appearances to keep up. But just once, once before he had greater duties, he wanted to feel free. It only took the aid of a pair of jeans and a hoodie to give him some freedom. After all, who expected someone with a title to go to a small bar at the other side of London? He kept his head bowed, and just for this one time, let himself feel free to act as a normal person.

Stranger: Sherlock [19] barely stepped into the bar he would usually go to in the weekends in an attempt to fight the boredom when he bumped against a shorter man. Normally, he would get annoyed by the other being in his way. But when he looked down, he couldn't help but to grin slightly at the sight of a gorgeous blond who seemed to meet his gaze. "I am sorry." The brunet said with a flirtatious smile. "I didn't mean to bump into you. Don't know how I could not see someone as gorgeous as you." He added, his voice as smooth as silk.

You: John's mouth dropped slightly as he went to reply, but he snapped it shut. But found himself unable to understand what just happened for a moment. Just for a moment, when he met the others gaze,and saw his smile, he found himself grinning back, even if his cheeks flushed slightly. No one ever came onto him so bluntly before. ''Quite the flirt, aren't you?'' John asked him, he rose an eyebrow at him and crossed his arms over his chest for a moment. He quite liked it. He kept a small smile on his lips and nodded to the bartender. ''Think you owe me a drink for nearly bowling me over though''.

Stranger: The grin on Sherlock's face only grew wider. For a moment, he had thought that he would get a comment about how the other wasn't interested and that he should piss off. So when he got the following questions, it was nothing but a pleasant surprise. "I see you don't me being one." He replied with a smug smile as he ran his fingers through his dark curls for a moment. "That's the least thing I can do for you." He added before turning around and heading to the bartender. "Do you like to take shots?"

You: ''Oh, I don't. A handsome one like you flirting with me, I'm flattered'' John felt his own mouth twitch in amusement before he let the smile settle. Quietly, he followed behind him, letting his own eyes take in the other male before him. Tall, dark and handsome, the man was quite striking. He was half tempted to take the man and pull him back; forget the drinks, he wanted to look at the mans face again. But he didn't. ''Shots?'' John asked him after a moment. He wasn't used to the terminolgy and it took him a moment to register that it was probably a drink. ''Haven't tried them, but I suppose it couldn't hurt to try''.

Stranger: "You should definitely try them. Tequila shots are the greatest of them all." Sherlock said as he sat down on one of the barstools, waiting for the other to sit on the other stool before turning to the bartender and ordering six tequilas for them. "You need to repeat the things I am doing." He said, raising his voice in a matter to get over the sound of the music. His eyes were locked with the blue ones of the other, licking the back of his hands teasingly before pouring a bit of the salt on it. In a swift move, he licked the salt, throwing his head back as he downed the shot of tequila before taking a piece of lemon and biting in it. "Now it's your turn."

You: Licking the back of the hand, salt, tequila, then lemon. John watched the man in wonder for a moment. Though, his eyes were pinned on the others mans lips from the way he licked his hand. Cupid bow lips, God, they were gorgeous. John licked his own lips in response before he went to repeat the actions. A lick at the back of the hand, his eyes flickered up to meet the green - blue-grey coloured eyes and he gave a cheeky grin before he poured the salt on it, licked it with a small grimace before he downed the shot, eyes squeezed shut at the taste and then the lemon in his mouth. He turned his head slightly at the different taste and then removed the lemon and gave a small cough. ''That is a required taste'' he got out and gave a small laugh in return at the taste.

Stranger: With a pleased grin, Sherlock watched the other as he took his first shot. The way he looked back at him made it obvious for the brunet that he might be interesting in doing more than just shots with him. It was quite adorable frankly, to see the way he squeezed his eyes shut and how he coughed once the alcohol was down his throat. "Not bad, isn't it?" Sherlock asked as he took the small container of salt. "Another one." He added before taking the blond's hand and pouring the salt on the back of his hand. Sherlock did the same steps as usual, but instead of licking the salt of his own hand, he did it with the other's hand, looking straight into his eyes through heavy eyelashes before downing his shot.

You: Something warm shot straight through his body and John clamped down on his lip as he leaned forward a little bit so he could be closer to the other. He was charming. A flirt - nevertheless, a charming one. ''I think you owe me a chance to do it on your hand'' John licked his lips again and took a small breath, but he took the others hand, fingers curling gently around the others as he poured the salt and gave one slow lick of it, a small cheeky grin at the corner of his lips before he downed his own shot and gave the fingers a small squeeze at the taste of it. It took him a few moments before he could speak again. ''Planning on getting me drunk?'' He asked with a small pleased smile.

Stranger: "Perhaps. It depens if you will let me get you drunk." Sherlock answered with a small wink, taking his last shot much faster than he should, feeling it raise through his head within seconds. If the blond wasn't going to get drunk, he definitely was. "I am sorry ... But what was your name again?" He asked, even though he knew that the other hadn't said his name. Before the other could answer, Sherlock stood up, standing in front of the blond between his legs as he leaned down. "Just so I know what to moan later." His lips were barely touching the other's ear, letting his voice drop an octave lower before he teaslingly pulled back, letting his fingers run slowly over the blond's thighs.

You: Teasing git, John thought to himself. He was already drawn in, his breath had hitched when the man had spoke and his chest automatically pressed forward as if he could make some contact with the other. Just when the other pulled back, he could get his breath again and looked up lustfully at the other. ''John'' he breathed out and let his arms go around the others waist so he could pull him in. ''John - and you better moan loudly'' John told him, despite feeling slightly flustered. Fingers moved on his thighs and John found himself wanting it more than he ever realised that he wanted. ''And yours?'' He asked as he moved one hand to reach up and cup the others jaw to try and draw him in.

Stranger: A spark went down his spine as John pulled him closer again which was followed by an even bigger electric jolt at the other's reply. God, he really was going to moan that name as loud as he possible could. "Sherlock." He answered, letting the name roll from his lips as he placed his both hands on the other's thighs before moving up to his hips. "But you can give me any name you'd like." He added as he leaned into the other's touch, his eyes closing for a moment before opening them again. They were filled with want and lust as his fingers tightened around his hips, biting alluringly on his bottom lip.

You: ''This is a public place'' John breathed out, he pulled the other in a bit and let his fingers gently stroke at the jaw as he stared at the others mouth. Oh he wanted to kiss him. He really did. And he had only just met him. - But this was living, wasn't it? Doing what he wanted. Being free. And right at that moment, he really wanted to draw the other in and have his way with him. ''Sherlock'' John repeated the name on his lips and then moved his thumb to play over the lower lip where the man bit it for a few moments. ''It should be a crime to be as handsome as you are'' John told him quite frankly as he pulled him down. He drew the others mouth until they were only a few inches apart and let his eyes flicker up to meet the others eyes.

Stranger: His breath hitched in his throat as the other suddenly pulled him down. He could feel the other's breath mingling with his, making it as good as intoxicating. "We could always go back to my place if you're more comfortable with that." Sherlock replied, noticing the way John's eyes flickered down to look at his lips. Even though he needed to keep himself from smashing their lips together, he wanted to wait until the other would give in. Perhaps he was just looking for a make out session and was the mentioning of him having an apartment not worth mentioning at all. Or perhaps he was looking for the same thing as Sherlock was looking for.

You: One hand moved to run through Sherlocks hair and John ran his fingers through it as he tried to keep himself from pushing forward already. ''Where?'' John asked him quickly, the hand moved again to tug the other by the shirt and he moved his mouth so it ghosted over the others with interest. ''I hardly know you'' John pointed out, but he stood anyway, throwing his arms around the others neck as he pulled him close. Letting their lips meet for a brief moment as he pecked them for a long moment. Though he pulled back and looked at the other with a small glint in his eyes. ''I'm not always going to have this chance''.

Stranger: His heart pounded in his chest, just wanting to be pinned up against a wall by the him instead of dancing around each other the whole time like they were doing at the moment. "Just a few metres away from here." He whispered as his breath got heavier as soon as he felt John's lips against his, even if it was for a brief second. "I don't know you as well, but here I am, wanting nothing more but to be underneath you." He added before pulling at John's hips until they were pressed against his. "Me neither and I am not planning on letting this chance go by." He murmured, taking the other's hand and leading him through the crowd.

You: They were doing it, they were really doing it. He was going to go off with a stranger, and he was excited more than anything. John felt his breath hitched and he held tightly onto the others hand as he guided them through the crowd. ''I hope it's close'' John leaned up to whisper to his ear. ''I don't like waiting'' John added and moved his free hand to rub up the others back and down again. He wanted to take the other and pull him into another kiss - sod the people. They shouldn't be watching. But he didn't, instead, he pushed the door open when they got to it and ducked his face so as not to be recognised by any strangers.

Stranger: "It's really close." Sherlock murmured, shivering slightly at the feeling of John's hot breath against his ear, making him want to do all kind of bad things to him. Not even once had he thought about the fact that it was really John Hamish Watson walking next to him, whispering dirty things in his ear which made him want him even more. Not that it would have changed his mind. Not at all. It only took them a small ten minutes before Sherlock could see the familiar '221B' on his front door, quickly opening the door. "Here we are." He murmured, holding the door open for the other.

You: The closeness of the flat astounded him, and John found himself looking around the place with inspiration. It was small. But it was nice - quirky. Freeing. And in such a good location as well. Sherlock had access to many things. Shops. Cabs. Monuments, parks. John turned to face him and entwined both hands together to try and pull Sherlock closer. ''I like it'' John told him honestly, he turned his head a little to look at the wallpaper and then turned with a small quirk of his lips to look at him. ''It's nice - unique'' he added and leaned up on his toes a little to peck Sherlocks bottom lip.

Stranger: The small peck took him by surprise as he had thought that the kiss was going to be more passionate than just a soft brush of lips against each other. "Thank you." He replied with a small grin, stepping forward which made the other walked backwards further into the flat. "I am sure you will /love/ the bedroom." Sherlock couldn't help but to chuckle lowly, stopping for a moment to cup John's lips before pulling him up for a kiss. It didn't take too long until he deepened it, letting his tongue brush over his bottom lip as he waited for the other to part them.

You: ''Oh I definitely will - bring me to it'' John demanded. His breath hitched and he stayed on toes to lean up and keep his mouth in contact with the others. His heart raced, his stomach jolted in delight and John kept his arms around the others neck in order to get more of the kiss. He parted his lips, however, when the other tried to enter his mouth, he battled him for dominance and gripped Sherlock tight, letting one hand drop to explore the others biceps, chest and neck. He wanted to tug him in closer. Wanted to be in the bedroom -wanted absolutely everything.

Stranger: Sherlock couldn't help but to grin slightly as he felt the other trying to take over the kiss which he quickly let him as he turned out to be an amazing kisser. At those words, he pulled back for a few seconds, swiftly tugging the blond towards his bedroom. As the door closed behind them, Sherlock pulled the other close again, letting himself lean against the wooden door as he wrapped his arms around his waist. "Tell me, John. What do you want tonight?" He purred between kisses, his hands pushing underneath the hoodie to feel soft and warm skin against his fingers.

You: John closed his eyes and pressed hands against the other, his fingers roamed his chest and, one by one, he began to undo some of the buttons of the shirt so that he could see a small exposure of flesh when he pulled back. John looked down, he licked over his lips and dipped his head to place a small kiss to Sherlocks collarbone. ''Everything'' he breathed. ''You especially'' John added before he tipped his head back up to press a rough kiss to Sherlocks lips. He pressed his body flush against Sherlocks and let out small hitches in his breath as fingers ran over the warm and thin frame of the man.

Stranger: It didn't take too long until there were goosebumps all over Sherlock's body by the way the blond touched him. Even if they were small and soft touches, it made him want to crave more than he thought he would. The rough kiss made the brunet's knees get weak, forcing him to hold on tightly onto the other as he started to push them towards the bed. "You can have me however you want me." He murmured before he pushed John on top of the bed, quickly following and straddling his hips.

You: Oh, he loved it. The way Sherlock seemed to take hold of him to get what he wanted. He trusted the man, even if he barely knew him. John felt his breath get stuck in his throat when he was straddled and looked up to meet Sherlocks eyes. ''You're brilliant'' John got out and pushed the undone shirt from Sherlocks shoulders to try and get more of his exposed skin. Hands immediately rubbed up Sherlocks sides and chest and John bit his lip in desire before he leaned up to capture the others mouth again. Then lips moved to his neck and John bit down gently on his skin there to try and get a reaction.

Stranger: As soon as John's lips touched his neck, the brunet let his eyes flutter shut. Bloody hell, this man was going to be the death of him if he wasn't going to be pushing him onto the mattress soon. His arms wrapped around his chest, pulling him closer as he tilted his head to the other side to give him as much space as he needed. When John bit down his neck, a soft moan escaped from his lips which made his cheeks fluster a soft pink colour. "That's good." He whispered as he shifted closer, pressing down against the oher.

You: ''Ah'' John moaned and arched his body up against Sherlock. That was brilliant, the contact. The prickling sensation of desire and his skin felt flushed with it. Hands immediately moved to run down to Sherlocks stomach and he tugged at the belt in order to pull the man even closer to him. He kept his teeth in place and bit down again, but this time used his mouth to suck a small bite onto the skin. He wanted to taint that beautiful pale skin, and to know he felt free for the night. John moved one of Sherlocks hands to his own shirt and helped him to begin taking down some of the buttons.

Stranger: Quickly, his fingers worked on the other's buttons, letting the fabric slide off his shoulders before taking the shirt and throwing it next to the bed. The feeling of John's naked skin against his was overwhelming, wanting to feel every inch of him against him. Their eyes met and at that moment, Sherlock rolled his hips down against John's, creating the right amount of friction they were both looking for. His eyes widened at the feeling of it, looking at the blond with wanton. "I want you, John." He whispered breathlessly, running his hands down his naked chest before carefully cupping the blond through his jeans.

You: ''Oh, Sherlock'' John arched his body up against Sherlock and squeezed his eyes shut in response. That made his body feel like it was fire filled with thrill and he wanted more. Heatedly, his fingers ran up and down Sherlocks body and he tugged at Sherlocks belt so he could begin undoing it. His body was buzzing at the contact and John found himself unable to take it anymore. The lack of contact. ''I want you too'' John breathed out, eyes immediately went to Sherlocks neck and he grinned as he saw the bruise there, though he looked down as he began to undo Sherlocks trousers and he began pushing them down.

Stranger: Sherlock nodded in reply, lifting up his hips so John would be able to push his trousers further down until he quickly got off of him as he pulled down the rest of it. Within seconds, the brunet was straddling the other's hips again, placing his hands on his shoulders and pushing him down until John was lying on the bed. "I'll show you how much I want you." He murmured against the shell of his head before he started to kiss his way down his neck. His tongue flickered over his skin from time to time as he moved down his chest. He stopped as he reached the waistband of his trousers, looking up at the other with a grin as he unbuckled his trousers.

You: Fingers reached to hold wherever of Sherlock he could. Be it his hands, his arms, his hips or his neck. He wanted to hold him, and he wanted him close. The contact made him feel invested - and he was, he wanted this more than anything. Even his own coronation. ''I trust you'' John breathed out. He bit down on his own lip as he looked over the other. John lifted his hips up for the other so that he could get his trousers down, but a hand dropped to brush over the top of Sherlocks erection with desire. To tease him - to encourage him to act upon what he wanted. He had never had an experience such as this,and it made him all the more eager. ''Please'' John got out and tried to press his hips up to make contact with Sherlocks.

Stranger: His lips parted at the feeling of John's finger brushing over the bulge in his pants. Even if it was just a light touch, it made him moan softly. He sat up straight again, running one hand through his hair as the other rested on his stomach. "Tell me what to do." He whispered lowly as he started to roll down his hips more firmly now, moaning from time to time. "Tell me how you want me. On my fours, on my back, like this." He added, his breath getting heavier as he felt himself getting even harder than he already was.

You: John couldn't think. all he could think about was getting into Sherlock as soon as possible, or having more of that beautiful contact that Sherlock was already giving him. His breath quickened at the questioned and John gripped Sherlocks rear with his hands to encourage him to push down on his hips some more. ''I- I want you-'' John licked his lips and sat up a little with a deep moan as he felt the friction and moved a hand to rub over Sherlocks bulge. ''I want you on your back - I want to see your face when I do it'' John told him lustfully. He wanted to memorise every part of it. Every part of Sherlocks face as he wasn't ready to give up on him yet.

Stranger: The other's words and the way he said them, were able to make Sherlock whatever the blond wanted. God, he had never felt like this before, feeling like he could fall apart underneath him any second. "When you do me?" He asked with a breathy chuckle even if his confidence was faltering slightly as he felt John's fingers moving along his shaft with was stil covered with fabric which he wanted to remove as quickly as possible. Something inside him want to be able to do this every night even if he knew that the other would leave in the morning. "You need to stretch me." He breathed, wrapping his arms tightly around John's shoulders.

You: John nodded, although he was anxious. He didn't want to hurt Sherlock. He wanted him to feel like a perfectly spoilt partner - he wanted to make him feel like he was in paradise. John pushed up with his hips and rolled them over. He gently settled Sherlock on his back and settled himself between Sherlocks legs as he looked over him. ''Do you have anything? Lube? Condoms?'' John asked him with a softer tone than before. He moved down a bit so that he was at Sherlocks knees and bent down so he could press kisses down Sherlocks stomach and to his waist band. There, he began to slowly pull down the fabric so that he could place kisses as each inch of skin was revealed. Until, eventually, he had to moved to remove the pants. ''Oh, Sherlock -you're so gorgeous'' John breathed and immediately moved his hand to rub up Sherlocks thighs, over the erection, and then used his other hand to travel down to his entrance point and circle the outside teasingly.

Stranger: "There are lube and condoms on the top drawer." Sherlock answered as he pointed at the small nightstand standing next to the bed. Nerves were going through his body and he could feel himself getting more excited every second. There was something about the way John treated him that made his chest flutter, the soft touches and kisses making him relax completely. When he felt John's fingers hooking at the waistband of his pants, he suddenly felt nervous and conscious of his body. For a moment it worried him whether or not the other was going to like the way he looked. At the compliment, Sherlock couldn't help but to smile shyly which was quickly followed by a soft moan. "Oh John ..."

You: Immediately, John moved to the top drawer with one hand, leaning slightly on one knee so he could get to them, then he rested them beside himself and Sherlock once he had gotten himself righted again. ''Let me make you feel good'' John told him softly, he began to pull down his own boxers and tossed them to the side before he returned to his proper position between Sherlocks knees. John bit his lip and moved to lean over Sherlock once he had lubed up a single finger and he kept their faces only inches apart. ''I'm going to stretch you - and I'm going to kiss you'' John told him. He gave Sherlock a few moments in offering to let the other pull away if he wanted to before he pressed his lips down and kept the hand between his and Sherlocks legs - downwards until he gently inserted a finger and began to stretch him.

Stranger: His eyes dropped down John's body as he pulled down his boxers. A smile appeared on his lips at the sight of it. He didn't expect John to be as big as was, not that he was going to complain because he looked drop dead gorgeous. Before Sherlock could say something about it, the other moved closer until he was hovering above him. Meeting John's gaze and his bright blue eyes made his grin fade into a much softer smile. With a nod, he watched the other closing the gap between them until he felt his lips pressing against his. His hands moved up his chest in a matter to wrap around his shoulders as he pulled him closer. At the feeling of John's finger pushing inside him, he let out a soft moan. "That's really good." He whispered. "Go on."

You: John nodded and kept his eyes closed as he planted his lips back down against Sherlocks soft ones and he gave a soft moan in response. He loved spoiling him. He loved making the other feel praised - wanted. ''You're so brilliant'' John whispered between kisses. He wriggled his finger and began pulling it backwards and forwards to try and adjust Sherlock to the feeling. When he felt like he had gotten somewhere, he moved onto the second finger, and waited. He waited for a few moments before he began scissoring Sherlock to stretch him. John let out a moan and pressed his own bulge flush against Sherlocks thigh as he began rocking to try and create some friction while he stretched him.

Stranger: "Oh God yes ..." Sherlock whispered silently, letting out soft moans of pleasure. Everything that the blond was doing, made him feel like the most wanted person in the whole world. His fingers touched him carefully but in the right places. He arched his back as the blond pressed his hard cock against his skin, feeling the precum on his thigh which made him even more aroused. His eyes were closed, concentrating on how amazing John was making him feel. It didn't take too long until the brunet was unable to properly kiss back, his nails scraping down John's back as he started to push back against his fingers.

You: ''There we go'' John breathed, his fingers worked as quickly as they could. However, he would not relent until he felt that Sherlock had stretched properly. Then he inserted a third finger and moan at the feeling of his throbbing cock. He wanted to be in Sherlock already. He wanted to be inside him and make him know how much the whole thing meant - that he didn't want this only for a night. He worked the third finger as he suckled on Sherlocks neck - his chest. His nipples - any skin which he could reach and gave delighted moans. ''I'm going to look after you'' John whispered to him and bite down on his neck to give him a mark as he stretched him until he felt Sherlock seemed to be ready. ''Are you ok?'' John asked quickly as he stalled his movements for a moment. ''Do you feel ready?''

Stranger: At the moment, Sherlock was unable to say anything that would come close to a comprehensible word, let stand making a word. The things John was saying to him were too much to handle. Nobody had ever said to him that they were going to look after him which gave him the most safest feeling in the world, like John was going to protect him with his life. It felt like the blond's lips were everywhere on his body, making it impossible to comprehend where exactly John's lips were as they were moving from one piece of skin to the other. "I'm ready." He nodded quickly as he opened his eyes to look straight into John's. "I'm ready. I want you." He confirmed, squirming underneath him.

You: John felt a soft smile on his face, which in turn, changed into a grin. A hand moved to rub over Sherlocks erection and John put a condom on as a form of protection for them both before he lined himself up, and began to push in. A gasp escaped his mouth and John squeezed his eyes shut as he pushed further into Sherlock with his head thrown back as he tried to get himself together. ''Sherlock'' John breathed out and immediately moved his hands to Sherlocks hips in order to hold him in place. John bent down to look at his face, but felt his eyes shut with lust. A deep moan escaped his throat and he pulled back a bit in order to push back, again, and again.

Stranger: At first, it hurt. Just a little bit as John was bigger than he had expected it to be. But it didn't take too long until the small stings of pain were replaced by big waves of pleasure. Even if the other was holding his hips, he was able to wrap his legs around John's body, giving him better acces to him. "John." The brunet groaned in response as he arched his back sharply when John pulled back. "Fuck ..." He cursed breathlessly, his mouth hanging slack with pleasure. His hands gripped at the silky sheets beneath his, grasping at them in a matter to hold onto something which would give him support.

You: He gathered a pattern, John began to work his hips in order to keep a pattern and to work against Sherlock. He thrusted, in and out. In and out. All in time and kept his eyes shut for a few moments as he was consumed by lust. ''Yes - yes! Sherlock, yes!'' John moaned and pushed in and out again - but a little faster this time. He knew he wasn't going to last long, he had been teased too much by Sherlock to last too long. But he wanted to loose himself in the motion. John felt his breath coming in small pants as he kept thrusting in desire and moved a hand to Sherlocks erection to begin working him. ''I - I won't last long'' John moaned out at him. ''Fuck - you're perfect''.

Stranger: As John started to move faster, Sherlock let out a small laugh, his body trembling underneath the other. Slowly, he started to move back against John's cock, clenching around him to tease him from time to time as it gave him the pleasure he was seeking for as well. After a few thrusts, John started to hit his prostate which made him fall apart. His moans started to grow louder and his breath was getting heavier. "Me neither ..." He murmured in reply as he felt the pleasure coiling in his stomach. His hands moved up to John's hair, tangling his fingers into it before gently tugging at it. "A bit harder, John." He just needed that little push which would make him go over the edge.

You: John did as Sherlock commanded, because Sherlock was giving him the best pleasure of his life - clenching around him,squeezing him and making him feel like he had never felt before. He began to work harder - faster - rougher. He wanted to take Sherlock. He wanted to have every part of him. Therefore, he did work harder, giving him deep and fast thrusts as he pounded him into the mattress. John began panting himself and opened his eyes to look down at Sherlock with rough pants. Quickly, he mouth moved down to plant on Sherlocks lips and John worked his hand on Sherlocks erection to try and get him off.

Stranger: The vague sound of their skins slapping against each other was audible in the room mixed with their pants and moans which was incredibly erotic. As soon as John started to move harder, going rougher with him and quickening his thrust, the blond's name was leaving Sherlock's lips like some kind of mantra. The only thing he was able to say was his name. Which quickly changed as the blond started to give him hard strokes which matched the pace of his hips perfectly. Small whimpers were coming from the brunet, his hands fisting the sheets underneath him as he threw his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut. "John, I- ..." Before he could even finish his sentence, he felt himself coming hard all over the other's hand and his chest. Heavy pants were leaving him, his hips still pushing back against John as he wanted him to climax as well.

You: Sherlocks climax had John in pieces - it was so perfect. Sherlock clenched around him when he came, making John give a muffled shout of pleasure which only increased when Sherlock pushed back against him. Immediately, John moved to bite down on Sherlocks shoulder as he came himself. Hard - fast and all over Sherlocks stomach. It was the best feeling in the world - like he was on top of it and it made him want to do it all over again. When the climax began to wear down slightly, John felt the tiredness slip in and he dropped his head down against Sherlocks shoulder with harsh pants as he tried to get himself together. ''Sher-Sherlock'' John breathed out and wrapped his arms around him. ''That - you're amazing''.

Stranger: He winced slightly as John bit down his shoulder which was harder than he expected, but at the same time it was a turn on for him. His eyes fluttered open as he started to come down from his orgasm even if his breath was still heavy. He allowed himself to look at the blond, seeing his tanned skin which was slightly covered with a thin layer of sweat. Everything around them smelled like sex and it was a scent where Sherlock could never get enough of. "I know, that was ... Wow." He chuckled breathlessly as he ran his fingers through his slightly damp hair before he looked down at himself to see his stomach covered with cum. "Could you perhaps hand me a tissue or two?"

You: ''No'' John laughed lightly as he curled himself around Sherlock. He couldn't even put to words how brilliant the whole thing would be. But one thing was for sure, he wasn't willing to let Sherlock go. John sat up and leaned up to the bedside table in order to get them some tissues and he began to wipe Sherlock down gently, leaving small kisses on Sherlocks chest as he did so. ''You're so good'' John murmured and pecked the side of Sherlocks neck gently once he had cleaned them both up. John sank down to lay beside Sherlock and he threw a leg over the other, as well as an arm. ''Told you I would take care of you'' John murmured softly. ''It's a good thing I trusted you'' he added and gave a soft smile as he let his eyes slip shut in relaxation.

Stranger: Sherlock couldn't help but to chuckle as well as John's laugh was probably the most contagious one he has ever heard before. It made him want to make him laugh even more, just to be able to hear it. The way John cleaned him, pressing soft kisses every now and then, was the most relaxing thing he experienced in the last few months. It felt like this was something they did every night. It was crazy though. Sherlock didn't even know this guy and there he was, waiting to wake up next to that pretyt face in the morning. "You really took care of me." Sherlock whispered with a small laugh as he rolled on his side, shifting closer until he was curled up against John's side. Normally, he would just turn his back to the person and fall asleep. But now all he could think of was being close to the blond and be surrounded by his warmth and scent.

You: ''I promised'' John whispered quietly. He placed a soft kiss to Sherlocks head and nuzzled in against him in order to rest against him. He felt close - something he always wanted. To have someone near him, and to feel like this every morning. Maybe...he could have it. He wished. John sighed and slipped his eyes shut after a moment and rubbed up and down Sherlocks waist with his fingers gently. He pressed soft kisses up and down the skin of Sherlocks neck. He felt himself beginning to dose off, but he wanted to stay awake to stay in this simple world a little longer. ''You.... This is the best night of my life, Sherlock'' John told him very quietly. He licked his lips and reached down to pull the blanket over them. ''Thank you so much''.

Stranger: Sherlock raised his eyebrows at that for a moment, but decided it were just the hormones talking instead of the blond himself. At this point, it really did feel like the best night of his life. But the way John treated him, the way he touched him, made him feel ... He must have done it with other people before. "I should be the one thanking you." Sherlock whispered as he buried his face in the crook of John's neck, wrapping the duvet tightly around their body. The one thing he was looking forward were the following days, in the hope that he would get to know more about him. "You don't need to fight your sleep, you know. If you wan't to sleep, I won't stop you. I'll probably do the same."

You: ''I don't want to let you go'' John whispered to him, he stayed close. Not letting go and threw a leg over Sherlock in an attempt to draw him in further. Maybe he could do it more often, maybe he could sneak out - find a way to see Sherlock. Maybe this could be a real thing. Or he could ask, in hope, that he could share more time with Sherlock. Not just for sex - but for a friend - maybe a relationship. John let his eyes shut and felt his body already giving into sleep. By now, no doubt, he knew the news of his absence had spread to his Dad, but he wasn't worried about it. Harry wasn't even in the country to worry about it, so maybe, he would get time without Sherlock if a fuss wasn't made. ''You're brilliant'' he murmured.

Stranger: "I promise I will be here in the morning if you promise you'll be here as well." Sherlock heard himself say for the first time which made his stomach slightly twist in discomfort. But as soon as he felt John pulling him closer, he knew he was saying it to the right person which made everything even better than it already was. "And you're wonderful." He whispered, pressing a soft kiss onto the other's lips before he rested his head on the pillow. It didn't take too long until his eyelids were getting rather heavy and before he knew, he dozed off into a deep sleep, not even once in his sleep moving away from the blond.

You: Sherlock falling asleep encouraged John that it was safe to do so and he kept his body protectively against the other so that they could be closer - protected - safe. John kept his head where it was, but slowly, moved it so that he rested it on Sherlocks chest as he shut his eyes and let his breathing meet the pattern of Sherlocks. Then, he waited until sleep took him. He waited until each of his senses were relaxed and he felt Sherlock fall into a deep sleep. ''My brilliant Sherlock'' John murmured and felt his body fall off into a deep and peaceful sleep. It was brilliant- more so than any had been in so long, and he was very thankful for the comfort of Sherlock beside him.

Stranger: It had been ages since Sherlock had slept so deep, his body moving whenever John did without losing any kind of contact. Of course, they moved in their sleep but if it were just their hands, they were always touching each other. The sunlight slipped through a small gap between the curtains, tickling Sherlock's face in the morning which made him wake up really slowly. Opening his eyes slightly and seeing that John was still lying next to him, sleeping peacefully, was the most satisfying feeling in the whole world. With a smile, Sherlock shifted closer until his back was pressed against the blond's chest, closing his eyes again just to enjoy this moment.

You: The feeling of warmth on his face, as well as a new warmth and pressure on his stomach woke John before he could comprehend what was happening. He let out a little satisfied smile and shuffled closer to the body beside him. ''This is new'' John murmured and nuzzled in against the feeling. Slowly, eyes blinked open and he felt a little jolt of confusion at the different room. Where the- It all came back to him and John found himself frozen, but eventually, relented and wrapped himself protectively around Sherlock. ''Hello, you'' John whispered to him and pressed kisses up Sherlocks neck and on his shoulders. ''How are you feeling?'' John asked him softly.

Stranger: He could feel the blond's body tensing up, making him wonder why he did. Wasn't he allowed to be here? Hopefully there wasn't someone else waiting for John to come home because Sherlock didn't think he would be able to share him with anybody. He ignored it when he felt sot kisses being pressed against his naked skin, making his stomach flutter once again. "I am feeling amazing. What about you?" He asked in return, reaching for John's arms and wrapping them around his own waist.

You: John pressed himself flush against Sherlock - not sexually this time, but lovingly. ''I feel like the luckiest man in the world'' John whispered to him. He sighed softly and began to rub up and down Sherlocks chest lovingly. What he would do to take the other home. Or to stay with him. ''I feel even better waking up in this bed beside you'' John murmured and gave a small chuckle but pressed a kiss to the back of Sherlocks head. ''I think I will need to borrow your shower though. Not yet- I want to stay close for a bit''.

Stranger: Letting out a pleased hum, Sherlock turned around into John's arms, opening his eyes to look at him. But this time his sight wasn't blurred by the amount of shots they had taken. It was clear, seeing every detail of his face which seemed far more familiar than it should be. "You can use my shower whenever you want." He murmured, lifting up his hand to run his fingers softly through the sandy blond hair. There was something about John which made him feel like he has seen him before.

You: Much like a cat, John tilted his head into the hand and let a pleased smile show on his lips. He blinked with slight tiredness before he willed himself to wake more so he could focus on the wonder of a man before him. ''I might just have to take that offer up more than once'' John half teased, half pointed out. He looked over Sherlocks sharp features and gave a small loving smile as his hands gave Sherlocks hips a gentle squeeze. ''I'm surprised I don't have a hangover'' He commented lightly. He was surprised, he wasn't a heavy drinker because of Harry and the shots had hit him quickly.

Stranger: "Me too." He whispered softly as he swung his leg around John's waist to pull him closer. He heard everything he was saying, noticed the way his fingers moved lovingly across his skin. But at the moment, all Sherlock could do was trying to figure out where he knew John from. Sherlock snuggled back into the pile of white pillows, his finger now running down John's neck and over his shoulder. "Tell me more about you, John."

You: He tried not to freeze, and instead focused his attention on Sherlocks features and his lovely curls which made him want to nuzzle in against them and never let go. John let out a small sigh and tapped his fingers against Sherlocks hips once he had readjusted the blankets over the both of them. ''I'm not a very exciting person'' John told him softly. ''I'm 20, I play rugby occasionally. I'm interested in medicine'' even though he would not have a proper career in it. ''My Dad doesn't like me going out much - hence why I didn't know what a shot was''.

Stranger: There had to be something that John was keeping as a secret. He didn't blame him, not at all, but for some reason he wanted to know. Not because he was curious, but because he just wanted to get to know the other better. "I don't know if it is just me ... but there's something familiar about you. It sounds ridiculous, I know. It's probably the alcohol in my blood last night which is doing this but sometimes I feel like I've seen you in magazines bef-" When he said that out loud, it hit Sherlock. It smacked him right in the face, making him frozen in place as he pulled his hand away. His eyes widened and for a moment, he didn't know what to do. "You're John Watson." He blurted out, seeing the images of him and his royal family in the magazines filled with gossip he would read whenever you visited his grandma. "You're John Hamish Watson."

You: John froze. He stalled with his thumbs in mid pet at Sherlocks hips and he felt his eyes widen at him. John retreated a bit and sat up; unsure as to what to do. ''No, I'm not'' John let out a nervous laugh and shook his head as if he could erase the title from Sherlocks head. He couldn't, but he wanted to because he was terrified as to how the other would react. John licked his lips and swallowed. ''Listen - I know it's a shock - I know! But please - please, don't tell anyone else. I wanted to get away''. Eyes roamed over Sherlocks face as he tried to understand - tried to figure out what was going on in his head. He didn't want to go. He didn't want to ruin the perfection he had engaged in with Sherlock. It would be a waste, and he so wanted to see Sherlock again. But the good thing - the only good thing he could get out of being caught out was that he wasn't hiding anymore and it told him that Sherlock went with him, for him, and nothis title.

Stranger: "Oh God ..." Sherlock sighed to himself, covering his eyes with his hands as he rolled on his back. Did he really just spend the night with a Royalty? With someone who was all over the magazines. With someone who was known as the most wanted bachelor in whole London. It suddenly made him feel bad about himself as John told him he just wanted to get away. Because that was what he had been, an escape. Alright, at first Sherlock saw the other as a handsome blond man which he could hopefully spend the night with. But something changed. At least for him. "I won't tell anyone." He mumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Did you use me?" He asked bluntly, needing to know the answer.

You: ''Did I use you?'' John asked, he moved forward, wanting to be close to Sherlock, and placed his hand on Sherlocks knee over the covers. He didn't want to be pushed away, he wanted to stay close. He wanted to keep going, to come back. To see Sherlock again. ''No, of course not'' John breathed with furrowed eyebrows. with furrowed eyebrows. He gave Sherlocks knee a squeeze and shook his head. His title ruined everything. His title meant that he could never have the one thing he wanted. Someone he could hold close and never let go of. ''I didn't use you - I didn't expect you, but I didn't go out looking for a one night stand. Just to get drunk, maybe dance a bit...but you....you're amazing. I want to see you again''.

Stranger: It was impossible for Sherlock to not hear the sincerity in John's voice, making him lower his hands. He looked straight into the blond's bright blue puppy eyes which were melting his heart. He nodded slowly, reaching for his hand and entwining their fingers. It was the first time he just believed someone because of his words. "I just needed to be sure." Sherlock whispered softly as he offered the blond a small smile. "I want to see you again as well. If that's possible ..."

You: Johns breath hitched and he moved forward so he was kneeling and so that their noses met and he rubbed them together very gently. ''It's possible'' John told him quickly and leaned in to peck his lips lovingly. ''It's possible - but you can't tell anyone yet. I want this to be ....normal. I want to go out and do things with you'' John licked his lips and gave the other a smile when he sat back a bit. He felt better- now that he was trusted. He felt like maybe the whole thing was possible. ''But it's going to be hard- really hard''.

Stranger: With a small nod, Sherlock shifted closer to the other until his side was pressing against his. "I won't tell anyone, I promise." He whispered as he looked sideways at the other. There was absolutely no doubt that it was going to be hard and it would be denying if he would tell himself it was going to be easy. "I know." He said and before John could say something, he continues. "I know it is going to be hard and we will bump into a lot of problems. But this can work. I feel like this can work and I've never had this feeling.

You: Fingers moved to run through Sherlocks perfectly curly hair and he felt a hopeful smile place on his lips. Perfect. He was perfect, and John wanted to smother him in kisses. ''Then let's make it work'' John told him with excitement in his voice. He ruffled Sherlocks hair before he leaned in for a firm kiss. When he pulled back, his own smile couldn't be brighter than it already was. ''I want to know everything about you - want to see your life - to see my life. Oh, I want this to work'' John breathed out with happy hope. This was better. It felt better than anything.

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