Month: February 2014

Written for the Johnlock Challenges Valentines Gift Exchange. This gift is for heygobrittany, who’s prompt was: “Sherlock finds John’s turn on spot”:

A Gentle Touch – Of course when Sherlock finds John’s turn on spot he can’t leave well enough alone.

teaser below the cut

John looked out the window while Sherlock finished his tour of the room, spouting off deductions faster than Lestrade could write them down. Suddenly, Sherlock was behind him, hands on his skin where his jacket and shirt had ridden up. He shifted John a few feet to the left, cold hands on his waist. John shivered and not just from the cold. He heard Sherlock behind him, humming as if he’d found something interesting.

“The assailant go through the window?” asked Lestrade, oblivious.

“Perhaps,” he said aloud, leaning down over John. “You like that,” he purred quietly in John’s ear, caressing his skin just above his hip bone.

John flushed despite himself. “Case, Sherlock.”

Sherlock straightened and turned dramatically, rattling off conclusions to Lestrade as he took John’s elbow and steered him to the door. John barely managed to get out an apology before they were out on the street and into a cab that had apparently been summoned via Sherlock’s dark magic.

“One of these days you need to teach me how you always find a cab,” muttered John.

They kept hands to themselves on the ride back. The first time Sherlock had tried to make moves on him in a cab, they’d nearly had to walk halfway across the city and paid the cabbie three times the fare to convince him to take them. After that, John was resolute that Sherlock not touch him or himself until they were back in the flat.

They swept up the stairs. Sherlock had his scarf and coat off while John was still struggling with his jacket zip. His lover went to his knees, pushing up his coat and shirt and leaning down to plant a kiss on his skin. John shivered and finally got the zip down, shrugging out of his coat, but getting caught with it on his arms as his head went back and he moaned. Sherlock was laving the area, alternating his tongue with soft nips that should have been ticklish, but instead were just making his jeans increasingly uncomfortable.

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