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I woke up in soft bed, red sheets and blankets wrapped tightly around me. I slowly lifted myself, looking around. I knew the place, but couldn’t say that I’ve been there often- it was the bedroom of my friend Holmes. The said person was sitting in chair beside the bed, looking at me with concern.
“How are you feeling, my dear?” He asked, voice lower than usual. I frowned as the memories from the day before crept in my mind. But also remembering falling asleep in the arms of certain black-haired detective…
“I think I’m good for now..” I said, small smile forming its way on my lips, as I tried to calm my friend. Trough the years of living with him and observing his methods, I have developed some deductive abilities myself. By the messy sight of his hair, pale face and tired eyes, as well as the fact that he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday -only his galluses were down, and his white shirt was out of his trousers- I could say that he have probably spent the night beside my bed; watching over me.
“You had slight fever; he have probably injected you with something... I know my brother had his fair share of expeditions in the Middle East, and probably had found some of their potions useful.” He said as he took a glass, filled it with water and handed it to me. I drank it, feeling relief as the cool liquid slid down my throat.
“It was… It was some sort of aphrodisiac. “I answered. Strange flame sparkled in his grey eyes. I couldn’t say for sure what it meant- relief, anger. Or something else…could it be…jealousy? Before I managed to find out, he turned his gaze away from me. Then I realized. Disgust. I was so stupid; of course, he would be disgusted by me, by what that man had done to me. For a moment, I just froze; then my body started shaking, and I covered my face with my hands, as hot tears pooled out of my eyes. I cursed myself for being so weak, for sobbing like that in front of this great man.
For one thing, I was wrong- he looked surprised, horrified for a moment; then he sat beside me on the bed, putting one arm on my shoulders.
“Dear John!... Please tell me what to do; I’ll do anything to make you feel better, anything for you…just please…” He whispered, still shocked by my actions.
“Aren’t you…aren’t you disgusted by me?” I managed to sob out.
“What, disgusted? Oh my…don’t be a fool! Why would I be” He answered.
Spark of hope lit in my soul, as I listened to him. Could I?...Could I ask him for such thing as my mind required? An opportunity like that may never occur again.
Summoning all my will power, I turned around, hugging him close, burying my face in his hair, inhaling his scent I whispered:
“Take me. Take me Sherlock; just as he did. Remove his scent from me; leave your mark on my skin, make me forget, make me scream your name!” Holmes just stood there, silent, amazed.
“Watson…what are you talking about? How can-can-I do something like that to you?”
“Please…just do it!” I begged him, my hot breath tickling the sensitive skin on his neck. He has never been interested in love, or any carnal desire; it would affect his thinking; and after all cases where he has seen what it makes people do, I understood his distance. But haven’t he always felt something different towards me, after being with me for so many years, fighting shoulder to shoulder, in joy and pain? He had no right to refuse me.
I clung to him, placing kisses on his neck, his jaw, tracing the aristocratic line of his nose. One quick look at his dark grey eyes was enough for me; they were almost black now, filled with soft desire and…love? I could not concentrate more as my lips met his, kissing him deeply; the sheets fell from my body, revealing more of my eager flesh; my clumsy fingers opened the buttons of his shirt, removed it completely; my hands wandered everywhere on his chest, back, arms, lower… I could feel his hands on me, shyly tracing my skin; we both moaned into the kiss as I trusted my hips in his, meeting our lower regions.
“If that’s your wish…so be it.” He softly said, taking control; making me lay on my back on the bed, as he placed kisses everywhere on my body, tracing every curve, meeting my lips again.
Removing the sheet completely, as well as the rest of his garments, he continued the exploration of my body; spreading my legs and placing them over his shoulders, he carefully prepared me. Leaning over me for one last time, my dearest friend and soon-to-be lover kissed me; I grasped firmly his arms, melting in the sloppy kiss as he took me.
His name slipped out of my lips like half-moan, half-scream. Arching my back, I held him even tighter;
“Move…now!” I demanded. The detective’s moves started rocking my body in slow rhythm, going faster and faster, angling perfectly; hitting something inside me that made me see stars as I screamed his name over and over.
“God…John…you’re… marvelous!” For a first time I saw Holmes so ecstatic. His whole body was on fire, feeling, and moving driving me insane and at the same time being my salvation. He was sweaty and messy; his eyes were dark like ink, filled with desire and craving. Just the troughs that I was the one making him feel like that, making him lose any control broke all my restrains; I slid my legs off his shoulders and wrapped them tightly around his body, my hands wandering in his hair, gripping his face, kissing him, biting him as I rode him in wild abandon.
Sherlock’s hands held my tights so hard, that I knew there would be marks the next day. He found that spot inside me again; I could not take more and I came, biting on his shoulder. The pain mixed with so much pleasure made him finish too, holding me tightly and whispering my name.
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We lay together in the big bed, his head on my chest.
“Sherlock…I must tell you something. I have had these feeling…from a while”
I whispered caressing his cheek. He just looked at me, and I could see the usual flame in his eyes.
“Is that so, my dear Doctor? Then I could probably say the same.” He whispered, slowly lifting his face, lips touching mine. This time the kiss was slow; we took our time feeling each other. He tasted spicy, like tobacco, coffee and something specially Holmes-ish; a taste I already started liking.
“We must rest…I need to get some sleep, and you do too” He said, slipping to my chest again, wrapping us both in the blanket.
I just smiled, closing my eyes - the man I loved was resting peacefully in my arms as I drifted off.
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fin.