Sunday Six
I’m kicking around the idea for a semi-sequel to Mycroft’s Choice, that’s johnlock. John’s an alpha. And it’s more than six, but I like this scene:
John could tell right away that the man was omega. And bonded. But he carried himself just as proudly as any alpha. John stood at parade rest, looking past his shoulder as if about to be dressed down by a superior officer.
He felt his eyes on him, probing, searching, maybe even seeing more than Sherlock had. He ignored the vulnerability and waited for him to speak. “What is your association with Sherlock Holmes?”
“Met him yesterday,” said John, voice steady.
“And moved in with him today. He is a beta, you know.”
John shifted his gaze to meet his eyes. “So? You’re an omega. It doesn’t matter to me what my flatmate is.”
Sherlock and John laying on the beach in the afternoon sun. John listening to Sherlock deduce where everyone is from and the little secrets they keep. Sherlock getting annoyed because he thinks John isn’t actually listening and when he turns to scold him John is staring at him with a smile on his face before saying that he is amazing. It sounds like I love you to Sherlock and then they are sharing lazy afternoon kisses as the waves crash on the shore