Wednesday morning, Sherlock woke up with light. His eyes fluttered open under the sunlight that peeked inside the bedroom shyly. He closed his eyes again, enjoying that warm light on his face. He glanced at his phone and found out that Greg texted and phoned him a couple times. Sherlock's phone was on mute. It seemed urgent and interesting, Sherlock thought. So he decided to go. But not before he had his breakfast. With breakfast he meanst John. He hastily wrote a text to Greg, saying he was on his way, which was a lie.

Sherlock would love to bring John with him on this case. But sadly his doctor had to work in two hours. He turned his head slowly, and saw John sleeping behind him. He was laying on his side and with his hands under his head. Sherlock frowned at that. John's arms should be wrapped around his body not resting under his head. He stared at him for some seconds, smiling like a teenager.

Sherlock then moved closer to him and snuggled his head in his chest, holding John tightly with his arms. He felt John move a little. John then opened his eyes with a shy smile. Some seconds later, Sherlock felt John's hand running up his back, under his t-shirt. Sherlock shivered as John slid his hand to his chest and caressed it gently with his fingers.

"Good morning." John said sleepy, nuzzling his nose in Sherlock's curls. Sherlock held him tighter for a second before answering.

"A good morning indeed." He replied fondly. They kept laying like this for a minute in silence before Sherlock spoke up again. "I have to go now." He said quietly , looking into those beautiful hazel eyes. John briefly knitted his eyebrows together.

"Where you go?" He cooed, not wanting to let him go.

"Case." He replied deeply. Sherlock loved the way his voice brought chills to John's body. He gave him a look of passion and glanced briefly at John's lips what caused John to lick his bottom lip slowly. Sherlock shifted closer and kissed John's lips gently. When they parted, Sherlock cracked a grin, staring at John.

"What are you staring at?" John asking playfully but also a bit suspicious.

"You. Can I help it, if I am attracted to such a handsome face?" He teased.

"Didn't you have to go?" John muttered shyly, tugging at Sherlock's t-shirt. Sherlock nodded but leaned over again, and gently kissed him, slipping his arms around John's body, pulling him closer. Sherlock smiled to himself as John kissed him back deepener, the kiss becoming more passionate, feeling his lips respond with the same passion. Reluctantly, Sherlock pulled back, knowing that an annoying Greg was waiting on him.

"See you in class." He said alluringly, breathing sharply.

"I'll try to come earlier."

"I'd love that."

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John was sitting inside his doctor's office, waiting on the last patient. Someone he never saw before. The patient was late and John couldn't stop glancing at his watch. He didn't want to be late in class. He wanted to be earlier. But if this patient didn't show up in some minutes, he'll be late. Or he could leave without treating the patient. It's his own fault for not showing up on time.

Suddenly the door slammed open and a male, wearing a fancy suit entered the place. He gave John a sly grin and strolled over to the desk, not bothering to hurry up.

"I apologize for being late." The man said with an Irish accent, sitting down in the chair, crossing his legs and rested his hands on them.

"Um yes. That's fine." John cleared his throat. "With what can I help you, sir?" He added, scanning the desk, searching for a pen. As he found a pink one. He took it in his hand. Ready to write notes down. The man kept watching John blankly with a dull expression.

"I'm sick." He said. John arched a brow.

"Well, this is a surgery. Everyone who comes here are." John said with a soft laugh but the man didn't like how John joked around.

"I see." He muttered. "Are you pleasant to see me?" The man asked high-pitched.

"Excuse me?"

"Jim Moriarty. Hi" John tilted his head as he looked more closely at the man. The man acted as if he needed to remind John who he was.

"Um yes. Hello. I'm Dr. Watson." John mused, not bothering to offer his hand. He just wished that this patient hurried up so he could leave this sick place. He found this man in front of him creepy. "So, can you explain what exactly you have?"

"I am sick." Jim said dryly.

"Yes. I realized that." Mental sick yes. "Where are you in pain?" John asked, scratching the tip of his nose.

"Everywhere." He replied with a crooked smile. John took a sip of his tea, sighing furiously. He sort of slammed the cup on the table, yet not spilling the tea. John glared at him, his nostrils flared, his eyes bright. Jim stared back, unblinking.

"What do you feel?" John asked, trying to sound polite, what failed.

"Pain." At this John scowled, his face heating up from anger.

"I have no time for jokes." John said bluntly.

"You're the one that started this."

"Started what?

"Jokes."

"If you don't tell me in a second, with what I can help you. Then you can leave. I have plans."

"Meeting your boyfriend?"

"How di-

"I better go, yes." At this, Jim rose up quickly and swiveled around, walking away. Without a last glance he disappeared.

"Okay..." John said confused to himself and started to pack his stuff. When he finished he left the place with a content smile. Glad to be away from here. He swung his arm in the air as a cab was coming into his direction. The cab pulled up beside him. John stepped inside the vehicle and gave the address to the cabby. The man nodded politely and pushed on the pedal, making the car move forwards.

When John entered the classroom, it was twenty to six. He slowly, quietly opened the classroom door, peeking inside. John could see Sherlock's back. He was writing some things onto the blackboard. John entered, trying not to make any noise. He managed to sneak inside, walking over to Sherlock's desk without making any noise. When he was standing behind Sherlock, he couldn't stop himself from grabbing Sherlock's waist and turning him around. A startled noise escaped Sherlock's pretty cuppid bow lips, what made John chuckle. Abruptly pushing Sherlock up against the blackboard and devouring his mouth with his. Sherlock opened to him, a whimper escaping his throat as John pushed his body up against his.

"John. What the hell." He said breathlessly through the kiss. Sherlock could feel John smile. John then pulled back, putting on an innocent face.

"Sorry. I adore your lips."

"Only my lips?" Sherlock frowned, pulling on a disappointed face, which John knew was setup. John then trailed his eyes up and down Sherlock's body. A smirk appeared John's face and he then pushed Sherlock back against the wall, his hands started to travel down towards Sherlock's butt. He squeezed it slightly making him moan.

"No." He pointed out.

"Good." Sherlock said, slamming his lips on John's. Both immediately broke away as a knock was heard. John directly took some steps back. A familiar annoying girl walked inside.

"Sorry I-" She paused as she saw John. Her face dropped.

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