The American Dream - For pocketwatson

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"The American Dream"
Who: Sherlock and John (pocketwatson )
When: John heeds the words of Sherlock's mother and convinces Sherlock to leave England.  Now in New York, it's time to unleash Sherlock on America!

"Oh fuck you!"

Sherlock has been getting this response a lot today and that's because he's cranky.  Very cranky.  He doesn't like New York.  He doesn't like

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Sherlock is planning to do just that. After John is safe. Of course, that's quite counter productive when needs his assistant. Something about this situation seems entirely too dangerous however, more than just the normative sort where death and potential beheading is all that Sherlock needs to plan for.

Political intrigue is always so much more terrifying.

And exciting.

And John will never forgive him.

"Tomorrow," Sherlock compromises. "Likely they will have the room watched for us tonight." And likely tomorrow. No matter.

[pocketwatson]

"Tomorrow."

John won't be surprised if Sherlock sneaks out while he's asleep. Still, he smiles a little, heading up to their much smaller, new room. He goes to the window and peers out.

"Funny how different it looks from down here, hmm?"

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"That's because you're looking at a different set of buildings." It's not that Sherlock doesn't believe John to be smart, he just likes to be a smart arse himself. Picking on the blond, gently of course, is a small past time of his, though he know John can't help how he is.

[pocketwatson]

"That's not what I meant," he murmurs. "I meant. Just the feeling and all, when you're not one hundred and two stories above the city. Which, before you say anything, I know it's obviously different."

He makes a face, turning around to look at Sherlock.

"Look, if we're waiting until tomorrow, you're all mine tonight. No complaining about it."

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Sometimes John says the strangest things, or at least Sherlock gives him that look that says that he just has. Sherlock blinks at John and shrugs off his coat, standing with his hands on his hips. "I was under the impression that I'm always all yours." He ducks his head a bit. "Mostly all yours, at least."

Even so, he can give his strong, brave, sacrificing John what he wants. It's easy to make him smile and Sherlock loves it.

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"Mostly?" John snorts, but he is most definitely smiling as he takes off his own coat. "Who's got you when I don't, then?"

This is all just fine by John. He's had a taste of affection and God help the poor soul who thought they'd interrupt it by breaking into their other hotel room. And, besides, Sherlock's getting much better at teasing.

"If you say the dog," John warns, half-heartedly, as he slips his arms around Sherlock's waist.

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Sherlock learns a great deal through John, as if the doctor is his lens and through him, he can filter out all of the background noise and see the truth of it all. Their noses touch and Sherlock touches a cheek growing rough with stubble. One night, he'll count all of the hair follicles while John sleeps. Maybe tonight?

"'What' is by far a better question. Not Gladstone." Oh, but he misses him. "Or Lestrade. Or Mummy. My work does distract me on occasion."

[pocketwatson]

"Well. It's better than the dog."

He smiles a little as he turns his head to kiss Sherlock's palm.

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Sherlock doesn't bother to mention that the dog is something he genuinely misses. They helped each other through John being away. Perhaps it was Sherlock's smartest move that Christmas night, saying yes to getting a dog.

Now, he is so much more interested in John's mouth. The kiss to his palm is nice. A kiss somewhere else would be much nicer.

"I'm afraid it's the only thing you must share me with."

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"I think you mean it has to share with me."

John is more than willing to spread his kisses other places. In fact, once he's nibbled at Sherlock's finger and sucked on it a little, he is unbuttoning Sherlock's shirt and kissing at his chest.

"I know we're on vacation and all," he murmurs, "or. Well. We were. But I feel I hardly see you. Apart from night when we go to bed. Is that bizarre?" He asks, laughing a bit.

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"We spend all day together," Sherlock says. Sometimes, no matter how hard he tries, he's just so easily confused by what John says. Jokes fly over his head, teases make him give that deer in headlight's look. It's not John's fault. Sherlock isn't entirely socially formed.

He will always be more than just a little childish and he will always take things at face value. Even when being slowly undressed.

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"I know." A few kisses down Sherlock's chest to his stomach. "But we never really ... I don't know. Spend time together. I just ... It's ridiculous. We see each other but we don't ever just spend time together."

Absently, as he talks, he works on undoing Sherlock's belt.

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Well now Sherlock is really confused, confused to the point that he's actually grasping for what to say, pulling at straws in the air. "I don't--" Understand? Never will he admit that! "John." John is not paying attention, which will make this harder. It's like Sherlock doesn't register that John's hands are pushing and pulling on his trousers. "John, we spend all day. Everyday. And I'm really very pleased to. You and your little shops and the museums and the gym...walking around--"

Sherlock's brow is furrowing at dangerous levels.

"There's not even a case! Well. Now there is but before? None!"

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Another sigh. It's fond, though, and he looks up at Sherlock with a smile that is nothing short of adoring.

"But it's not ... We spend time together. But we don't ... I know you abhor the coupley thing, but we don't ask about our days or just sit there together. Without our phones or laptops or the paper. We're never really together when we are."

Another sigh. John just laughs a little and shakes his head, gently pushing Sherlock on to the bed. He pulls on the trousers to remove them before crawling over the other man.

"Don't worry about it. I'm talking nonsense."

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Sherlock's read about this. During the time he spent trying to court John (well, manipulate him really), Sherlock had gone through countless websites and studied couples and read magazines geared to making him a better potential lover in every physical way.

He's just done poorly retaining the emotional levels. He's given in on occasion like articles have told him, but--

Oh, he understands. For the most brilliant man in the world to be so behind is acceptable to him simply because he is so brilliant. Certain things must be deleted to make room for new things.

"You want me to be your boyfriend."

Sherlock looks so pleased with himself. They've never given each other titles other than flatmates or friends. Sometimes 'lover' pops into Sherlock's brain.

He lifts his hand to slip his fingers against John's stomach. A bit soft. He loves that imperfection. "I accept."

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"Weren't you already my boyrfriend?"

He laughs again, leaning in to give Sherlock a long kiss. He supposes they've never discussed it, really. John had assumed from the admissions and the vague tenderness over the years that they were.

It's nice to hear it said out loud finally.

"I'm glad," he murmurs against Sherlock's lips. "Now I know where we stand. Boyfriends." Yes, it's very pleasing.