This role playing blog is NSFW
John perked up when Sherlock emerged from the bathroom. He was naked and John could see his body in it’s entirety. It was flushed red in spots from the hot shower. Sherlock was truly beautiful in John’s eyes. John hardly felt deserving of such…anything. He smiled as Sherlock dressed in one of his best suits, blushing at one point. When the detective asked if he was ready, John smiled goofily…
“More than ever…” John replied walking over, and pulling Sherlock close. John kissed him deeply, reveling in the feeling of it. It felt different that it was a new day. It was…better. John pulled away and adjusted the tie Sherlock picked, and smiled again taking the detective’s hand…
It was warm day so Sherlock left his coat in the flat, just wearing the suit jacket. Sherlock clasped John’s hand and led him from flat, pausing briefly on the stairs, he quickly deduced that Mrs Hudson had not yet returned from her weekend away. He stopped and turned to John in the hallway, looking a little stricken. “I don’t want to get into long explanations with anyone else just yet. I assume certain people will be expecting to see you soon, so please just back me up when I brush them off.”
“It’s nearly lunchtime, let’s go to Angelo’s” Sherlock smiled, pulling John out the door and hailing a cab, still holding John’s hand. The journey was a strange one.
I find myself gazing at John in the back of the cab. I have an overwhelming urge to kiss him but I have no idea how he would feel about this in public. I realize I’m still holding his hand and he seems to be comfortable with this but a kiss is different. I decide to wait, gauge his reactions at Angelo’s. Angelo believes we are couple anyway, always did and it would please me greatly if John did not correct him this time.
There was so much they needed to discuss and Sherlock had no idea where to start. Besides which he found himself reflecting on their night together and yearning for more physical contact. Just the thought of John touching him made his stomach flip and brought a heat to his body. Sherlock glanced at John again wondering if similar thoughts were going through his mind.
When Sherlock took his hand before leaving, it sent waves of warmth through him. Their hands fit together perfectly. John tried not to read too much into that, but the feeling of Sherlock’s fingers intertwined with his felt just so…amazing.
When they got outside, people stared at them. It made John blush and look away quickly. What was it with people and men being affectionate? It was fucking idiotic. The cab ride was uncomfortably silent. But Sherlock hadn’t let go, and John gave his hand some reassuring playful squeezes. And he was happy when Sherlock squeezed back. Good he’s being responsive so far, John thought happily. He caught Sherlock glancing at him every now and then, and it made John smirk. He likes to look at me, thats good. John told himself.
John was truly trying to gage Sherlock now. He needed to know what was happening between the lines. And so far it was all good. When they arrived at Angelo’s hand in hand, Angelo smirked at us and directed us to our usual table. Yet he had not been surprised to see Sherlock returned from the dead. John didn’t want to know why. When the man brought over the menu’s, he also brought a rose for the table and winked at John. He blushed nervously at the italian man, and gave him a slight smile. When he saw Sherlock looking at him again, he scooted over so that he was sitting next to him, instead of across like they used to do. He wanted so much to rest his head on the detective’s shoulder, but people were already giving them looks. And he eventually moved back to across the table, do his dislike.
He saw Sherlock gazing at him, in intense thought. He knew they needed to talk. About quite a few things. Sherlock had asked him to help him avoid explanations for a while, and John had no problem with that. But this new thing between them. It had no definition, no set boundaries. They were both in the dark about how to go about this. John hoped that it wouldn’t put Sherlock off from being something more than friends.
Sherlock couldn’t stop looking at John, he just had to keep him in his sight or failing that, had to be touching him. He didn’t want to hide this, he didn’t want to tip toe around what they had and he didn’t care who saw or what they thought. When had Sherlock ever cared what people thought?
However he also didn’t want John to feel uncomfortable. Oh god how do I handle this? I’m going to have to do one of those relationship conversations. If it had been anyone else Sherlock probably would have run a mile, now he felt a nervousness he didn’t expect and a need to actually have the conversation so that they could get back to less verbal pursuits.
I’ve been home for nearly four days and all I want is John in my arms. I suppose I will get bored eventually and look for a case, I suppose I won’t turn them down now but I have to have him by my side every step of the way. I’ve wasted too much time, I need him, he makes me human, like I never thought I could be.
Angelo didn’t ask any questions, didn’t even look particularly surprised and in a way this pleased Sherlock, he wasn’t sure why but it did. Sherlock smiled warmly at John and was increasingly pleased when John moved to sit next to him. But then something changed and John moved away again. Sherlock glanced around the room, noticing a couple of people staring. He turned back to John and quietly said “You know I don’t care what people think, besides which there are several reasons why they’re staring, I’m supposed to be dead remember. If you want to sit close, please do.”