I understand. Molly will be helping me for the next few days. Hopefully it won’t last longer than that. And I can get my pills soon, and then you can come home. -JW
John already felt plenty lonely, the flat was silent. Molly would be coming after work to bring him somethings, including omega pads. They were like the pads women used while on their periods, except they were used to absorb the internal lubrication that he would soon be leaking.
He wasn’t aware of what else she could do besides keep him company. He had never actually experienced a proper heat before. Which I guess was rather shameful, seeing as most experience their frist heat during puberty. But his parents had put him on suppressants before that had happened, and had been on the ever since.
There were time where John would dream about being pregnant. Sometimes even thinking about while he was awake. He wondered if that was just all part of it. Part of the omega hard coding, to have children.
Well, until Molly got here, there wasn’t much he could do. He decided to just update his blog, and watch some telly. Though his chest panged with pain when he realized that he would have to stay in here, and be without Sherlock for the next few days, or possibly more.
You had better text me for the next few days. -JW
I already miss you. -JW
Sherlock dumped his bag on the bed and glanced around. He felt at a loss and didn’t fully understand why. It was nice hotel, better than nice but this didn’t cheer him. He was irrationally angry, the way Mycroft had looked at John made Sherlock want to rip his head off, more than usual.
He sat down with a huff, almost jumping when his phone buzzed. It was a text from John and once again he experienced an irrational emotion, this time happiness. His phone buzzed again. He mentally shook himself and tapped out a reply.
You miss me? How sentimental John. This is a nice hotel, you’d like it. -SH
Sherlock scolded himself for his own sentiment and turned on the TV, already bored. What the hell was he going to with himself here? Texts were not going to be enough and he knew it.
I’m bored, tell me what you’re doing? -SH
Yes, I miss you. And don’t mock me. -JW
I’m sure I would…you’re there. -JW
John sat in his chair, absolutely blank. What was he supposed to do? Especially once the heat sets in, and all he’ll want is sex. Will he be strong enough to stay put? The very thought terrified him. If he left…no doubt that he would give himself to the first alpha who presented.
I’m panicking about whats going to happen to me soon. I can already feel the needs. Its overwhelming. -JW
It’s good you’re not here right now. I don’t know what would happen if you were. Though I look forward to your return. -JW
What about you? -JW
John sent his texts and puttered around. He put on the kettle while he waited for Molly, and replies from Sherlock. He felt like a prisoner in his own home. The sooner this was all over, the better. It pained him to be here without Sherlock, more than usual.
Sherlock stared blankly at the screen of his phone. He wanted to tell John how he really felt, how he had always felt about his only real friend but now seemed like the worst timing. John would think it was all about his heat and that Sherlock was merely reacting to his alpha instincts.
The truth was Sherlock’s feelings hadn’t changed or even heightened because the heat, he merely had a stronger desire to let his true feelings show. He had been hiding for so long, denying even to himself that he was capable of caring, that it had become almost impossible to do anything but continue denying it.
But now, now he was finding even that unbearable. His fingers were moving over the screen, typing of their own volition.
The message was sent, it was too late now, Sherlock ground his teeth in frustration. “Stupid stupid stupid.”
He threw the phone across the room and went down to the hotel bar for a very strong drink.