Fic: A Cure. A Sherlock/John fic
Title: A Cure
Author: jazzrose343
Fandom: Sherlock (2010)
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: PG-13 to be safe.
Warning: SCHMOOP, CLICHE AND A FIRST ATTEMPT AT SLASH.
Author Notes: This is the first fic I have written in the longest time and it is prolly not the bestest that I have ever written. However it is finished and this fic is a slightly late BIRTHDAY FIC FOR THE WONDERFUL
mrsvc who also read this when it first popped in my head.Jak I hope this is not completely terrible. THANK YOU FOR BEING THE MOST WONDERfUL EVER <333333. Also this is my first ever EVER SLASH so bear with me . Thanks to menacherie for looking this over.
John finds a nervous Mrs Hudson waiting to greet him as he comes through the door.
" What's he done now ? "
" He hasn't done anything yet, but you know how he gets when there are gaps between cases. I don't mean to interfere but I really would like to avoid explaining another explosion to the insurance people Doctor."
"Boring,Boring ,Bored! "
John and Mrs Hudson both flinch at the sound of crashing above their heads.
" Don't worry Mrs Hudson, I'll have a word with him."
" Thank you dear at least he hasn't got the gun out yet. You know, you do seem to be the only one who can calm him down when he is like this."
John doesn't miss the sly smile she gives him as she turns and heads back to her flat. " I better get going , I 'm in the middle of a very intense gameof online poker."
John can't help grinning as he makes his way towards the stairs. As he reaching the landing there are further crashing and cursing coming from the other side of the door.
"That better not be Mrs Hudson's tea set again."
"I'm Bored."
"That's not my fault."
John can picture the scene in the flat, Sherlock pacing up and down flinging whatever he can find against the walls in an attempt to settle his mind.
Not that he would think to clear any of it up. John shudders at the memory of scraping fingernails of the ceilings. Bracing himself for a scene of devastation, John opens the door and looks around for piles of broken crockery.
Instead he is greeted by the sight of Sherlock sprawled across the sofa in a dramatic pose, arm flung across his face. There is a book or two flung open on the floor but very little in the way of collateral damage.
"I'm glad you decided against the tea set. I can't very well pay the Council Tax and replace one every time your in a petulant mood."
"Are you going to come in John or just continue to decorate the doorway and spout your mediocre humour."
Rolling his eyes John moves out of the doorway and and shuts the door behind him.
Before he can even get his coat off, Sherlock is off the sofa and pulls John full flush against him.
He quickly closes any space between them and pushes John up against the closed door.
"Can I at least......... Sherlock I've only just got back from the clinic"
"Later. "
John can't help but shiver at the deep rumble of Sherlock's voice against his ear. "I've been bored." He looks up and catches the amused glint in his eye.
"So you said."
"I had hoped that you might want to assist me in finding a cure."
Sherlock skims his hands down John sides and takes a firm grip of his hips ." Seeing as you are a Doctor by profession. I was under the impression that it is your duty to help and assist the afflicted."
"I've been assisting the afflicted all day, Why should I help you now when you won't even let me get out of my coat."
" Well Doctor I will be very willing to offer assistance in return,should you require it.
John shifts himself slightly so their hips meet just so , and lets out a moan against Sherlock's ear. He then reaches up to twine his fingers through Sherlock's hair.
" I think I can work with that."
Sherlock's response is to ghost his lips down John's neck, touching them at his pulse point, whilst his fingers reach below the waistband of his trousers.
John cannot help but wind his hand tighter into the curls at the base of Sherlock's neck and lift his chin to allow him better access. His free hand reaches under the hem of Sherlock's shirt and begins to trace patterns across the cool skin of his ribs.
bzzzzzzzzzz bzzzzzzzzz bzzzzzzzzzz
John sinks into a pleasant hum spreading across his skin and moves his hands push the Jacket from Sherlock's shoulders.
A chuckle low and harsh against his neck causes John to gasp." I believe you are vibrating."
" Hang on a sec, I only said once that you made me.."
It takes a few moments for John to register the gentle hum against his thigh. He looks down at the spot between them that the humming is originating from.
"Actually I think it is you."
John skims his hand along the slim waist pressed against him and into the front pocket of Sherlock's trousers, grinning at the muffled groan against his shoulder. John brings the phone to his ear and he can't help rolls his eyes at the message.
" It's Lestrade. He wants to know how soon we can be at the station. Something about an upside down circus performer in the middle of Trafalgar Square."
"That man always did have the most inconsiderate timing."
"Really ? Because earlier I was the impression you were waiting for him to get in touch."
"Well, earlier you were at the clinic."
"And now ?"
"I find myself rather occupied."
There is a firm grip on his waist and gentle push of hips for emphasis that send ripples through John's body.
It takes John a few moments to form a response.
"He wants to know how long you will be."
"Hm mm,"
"I feel as though I should at least complete my current investigation, wouldn't you say?" Sherlock is now tracing circles against the skin on John's lower back and biting that spot just below his ear."
"Hnnnnn absolutely."
"I believe that will require at least another 15 minutes at least "
"Fifteen. Are you sure that is enough time to be completely thorough."
John shifts his leg, hooking it up the side of Sherlock's waist.
"Maybe.. a little longer will be necessary, you had better say twenty just to be completely sure."
John just manages to hit 2, 0 and sent his with his free hand before the phone slips onto the floor and he attends to the more with the much more important task of Sherlock's belt buckle.
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20 Minutes Later
" Do we have to move ? " John tries to bury himself deeper into Sherlock's side and ignore the knocking at the door.
" Mr Holmes ? Doctor Watson, Detective Lestrade has sent us to take you to the station."
" We'll be down in a second."
" Right you are."
At the sound of retreating footsteps Sherlock gets to his feet and offers John a hand.
John gets up and proceeds to pull himself back together. He will never be able to get over how quick Sherlock's recovery time is.
Reaching down to pull he shoe back on, he catches Sherlock glancing at his coat .
" I'm not sure you should wear that."
"What ? There's nothing wrong with it. You didn't even give me have a chance to get out of it properly"
" Look. "
John looks down at the hem of his coat that appears to be covered with ...
"Oh"
"Exactly"
John let's out a frustrated grumble at the smirk on Sherlock's face. "It's you fault anyway. Look just go down to the car and I'll be down in a sec."
As John makes his way to the bottom of the stairs. Mrs Hudson comes out of her door in a rush.
" You managed to calm him down then ? "
" Yes errm , we have a new case now so there shouldn't be any more disturbances for a few days."
" Good, Do come by for a cup of tea when you have a chance, Doctor. Any way I best let you get on. I'm up £500.
John shakes his head and goes out to the waiting squad car.