Constant Interruptions

A/N: Some Johnlock fluff. All the smutty fans out there, I'm sure you can imagine the dirty bits. I find the imagination is always better ;)

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John honestly didn't expect a whole lot of romance when he and Sherlock got together a little under three months ago. In fact, he expected it to be the same as ever expect with kissing, cuddling and sex. He was right, expect the sex part. They'd done stuff, but they'd never actually gone all the way. Every time they got close to making love something came up, usually a case.

As a child John had been told that if his partner (they had said wife, John had said partner) ever put their (they said her) work before him then he should leave them (her). But Sherlock was different. Solving crimes, working, was what kept him down on Earth and not high in the sky.

John knew, he knew, he shouldn't let it hurt him but it did. The fact that nine times out of ten Sherlock would rather be knelt over a dead body then be at home watching a movie cuddled up to his boyfriend... well, it hurt like hell.

With a sad sigh John lifts himself up off his bed. As usual the left side of the sheet on the bed had been tossed aside where Sherlock was already up and going about his life. It was unlikely Sherlock had slept, considering he was on a case but it made John smile that he'd still come and lay beside him.

John forces away the fact he could count the number of times he'd woken up beside Sherlock on one hand and makes his way to the bathroom to prepare for the day.

After he'd showered, brushed his teeth and made himself look presentable he walks into the living room.

Sherlock was spread over the sofa, his hands fixed under his chin. Mind palace. His blazer sleeve is rolled to his elbows and John could see a nicotine patch on his arm. He'd been on a case for around a day now, a serial killer was on the loose and toying with Sherlock. Sherlock knew who he was, (Michael something) it was just a matter of finding him.

With a roll of his eyes John walks over and presses a kiss to the detectives forehead.

Sherlock hums in approval but otherwise doesn't move. John smiles a little before he goes to the kitchen and makes tea for the both of them. Sherlock's would probably go cold but that didn't matter.

When he returns Sherlock hasn't moved a muscle. The doctor places Sherlocks cup on the table by the sofa before he moves to his chair and picks up today's paper. He makes a mental note to thank Ms Hudson later for leaving it for him.

He's about half way through the sports section when Sherlock moves. The detective stands and stretches, giving John a smile. He walks over and shoves the paper away from John, before he plops down on his boyfriends lap.

Sherlock snuggles up to John, his eyes falling half closed "'M tired" He mumbles as John's arms go around him, not caring about the discarded paper.

"Go to sleep then" John chuckles, his fingers gliding through Sherlock's hair soothingly.

"On a case" Sherlock raises his arm, showing John the patch.

John just rolls his eyes again, his hand still moving through Sherlock's hair. He knew the detective would fall asleep soon, with them like this. He always did.

Sherlock's hand reaches up and pulls Johns away. He brings the smaller hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the knuckles before he stands up.

He leans down and presses a kiss to John's lips. John doesn't have time to return it before Sherlock has pulled away and is shrugging his coat on.

"I'm going to the Yard, coming?" He asks, suppressing a yawn.

John just nods, moving to get his own coat and shoes.

*-*

"He's in a what?" Greg's eyes are wide and unbelieving as he stares at Sherlock from behind his desk.

"Do they really not educate you before giving you the title and responsibilities of a 'Detective Inspector'?" Sherlock asks with a look of complete irritation . "A circus is--"

"I know what a circus is, Sherlock" John could see Greg biting back an insult. "Why is he in a circus?"

Sherlock pauses, as if checking he was serious. He then glances at John, checking to see if he was confused as well. He was.

Sherlock almost sighs. "A travelling circus is the easiest way for him to get out of the country. Officials often wave through these types of circuses, afraid to offend any of the performers"

Greg and John faces light up in understanding.

"He's travelling with a freak show?" Greg says with a nod answering his own question.

John is the only one to notice Sherlock's slight flinch at the word 'Freak'. He moves closer, his hand sliding into Sherlock's. The detective squeezes, I'm okay, before letting go.

"Yes" Sherlock nods to Lestrade. "I trust you can take it from here, I'd like to go sleep"

"Yeah, yeah, we'll get him at the docks. Thanks for the help"

"I didn't help. I did your job for you" Sherlock replies, frowning at the DI before turning and striding out of the room.

Greg looks to John confused. "Is he alright? He's acting odd, even for him"

Greg was right. Sherlock was acting odd. Even before the whole 'freak' incident. The moment they'd arrived Sherlock's relaxed mood had gone down the drain. It wasn't unlike the detective to be far more reserved around other people, but he wasn't usually so, for lack of a better word, bitchy.

John gives a shrug, looking after Sherlock "He's just tired"

John knew that wasn't the reason. He had a hunch, but no way was John going to admit something that personal to Greg.

"Is everything okay between the two of you?" Greg asks, voice laced with concern for his friend (no matter how much of an arse he can be)

John frowns at that, looking away from the door and back to Greg. "Of course, what makes you ask?"

Greg shakes his head, giving John a smile "No reason, just wondered why he's acting odd"

John doesn't reply, just nods with a confused frown before he leaves the room in search of Sherlock.

On the way out of the building John passes a snickering Anderson and Donovan. He ignores them. They always do that now when they saw either Sherlock or John. Apparently they found it funny that John and Sherlock were in a happy relationship, unlike the two of them.

When he steps out into the cool afternoon air John was surprised to see Sherlock waiting for him on the pavement.

Sherlock smiles at him before taking his hand and leading him around the corner of the building, into a small area that appeared to be for a neglected bike rack.

"Sherlock, wh--" John doesn't get the words out because Sherlock has him pinned to the wall and is kissing him.

Knew it, the doctor briefly smirks, before he melts into Sherlock, kissing back eagerly. He loved this side of Sherlock, the way he seemed overcome with a need to be close and kiss John. It sent a lightening bolt of excitement up John's spine.

Sherlock's hands stay on John's hips, keeping the shorter man trapped between the cold wall and Sherlock's warm torso. His tongue easily slides into John's mouth as the doctor's hand wind around Sherlock's neck, tugging him closer.

Sherlock was so tall in comparison to John and yet it never seemed like too much of a struggling for them to kiss. Once John pushed up a little and Sherlock leant down, the space was nothing for the two loved-up men.

When they need to breath Sherlock pulls back with a smile. He pecks John's lips once before he steps back and releases his hold on John.

"Why'd.. we come here.. for that?" John asks, his breathing heavy as he grins at his boyfriend. Sherlock had never been one to care if people saw them snogging.

"So I could do this.." Sherlock smirks, dropping to his knees and unbuckling John's belt.

John sucks in a breath "Sherlock!" He hisses the word "We can't do that here!"

Sherlock looks up at John, almost innocently as he continues to undo John's trousers. "Please, John? I need it"

And who was he to argue with that?

*-*

They enter the flat fifty minutes later, their hands joined as they laugh. They removes theirs coats and shoes, planning to stay in for the rest of the day now.

They fall onto the sofa together, legs hooking together.

John gives around round of laughter before he falls silent. "I can't believe we did that.."

Sherlock had actually given him a blowjob, against a wall, behind Scotland Yard, before he had returned the favour. Not exactly what he thought would happen today.

Sherlock leans up to kiss John, smiling as he does.

In a quick chaste kiss, full of love and care. John grins back, he loved this sweet side of Sherlock just as much as he loved the crazy unpredictable needy side.

Sherlock rests his head on John's chest then, his legs pulled up on the sofa as his eyes drift close.

John presses a kiss to the detectives forehead, his hand already in those curls as Sherlock edges closer and closer to sleep.

Just then the phone rings and both men groan in annoyance. Sherlock trudges over, picking up the phone with an angry huff.

"Hello?-- What? Seriously, do I have to do everyone's job for them? The only one who seems capable of doing it by themselves is John! Dear God, you're all so stu-- Yes! Fine, I'll be there soon, calm-- What do you mean 'Don't bring John'?! He-- Stop interrupting m-- Mycroft! Shut the hell up, I'll be ten minutes!" Sherlock hangs up, slamming his phone on the table aggressively.

John stands and walks over to Sherlock, pulling him into a tight embrace. Sherlock hugs back, most of his tension and anger leaking out of him as he relaxes against John.

"I've got to go see my stupid brother, something about a personal case. Probably about his crush on Lestrade again" Sherlock rolls his eyes.

John chuckles. Why Mycroft thought Sherlock never told John about these 'personal' cases, he'd never know.

"Ever going to tell him Lestrade likes him too?"

"Maybe when he stops and realises he can't just expect me to drop my life to come and listen to him ramble on" Sherlock pulls out of the embrace, fetching his coat again.

The doctor bites back a 'You could just stop dropping your life' and laughs again "So, never?"

Normally, John would feel bad about keeping the two in a skinny love situation, he did at first, but Mycrofts 'personal cases' were the biggest cockblock ever. It was like he could always sense when Sherlock and John were about to go to the bedroom and he'd call.

John had considered telling Lestrade so they just got together and left them alone, but Sherlock had pointed out that he'd then be taking more cases from both of them as they'd be too busy with each other.

Why they constantly allowed their relationship to be so flexible in order to fit with other peoples needs and wants, John will never know.

"Exactly" Sherlock laughs along, coat and shoes now on again.

He walks over and gives John another sweet loving kiss. "I'll probably be home late, don't wait up"

John nods, mumbling an "Okay" before Sherlock had disappeared.

John sits in his chair with a sigh. Sometimes he wishes he could ask Sherlock to just take a week off, but he knew that Sherlock craved the cases like a drug and he couldn't do that to him. The mysteries kept him happy. Far happier then John could keep him.

It was a sad, true fact; Sherlock needed the cases more then he needed John.

*-*

It was three in the morning when Sherlock slid under the covers, his arm lazily falling around John's waist as he let's exhaustion take over his body.

Still awake, John turns and pulls Sherlock towards him, knowing full well that the detective got a better night's sleep when he was in his arms.

Sherlock relaxes further, nuzzling into John as sleeps overtakes him for the first time in two days. Content Sherlock was finally asleep, John allows himself to slip into sleep as well.

Almost eight hours later John blinks, his eyes slowly adjusting to the light as he yawns and stretches his legs out. A grin makes its way to his face when he sees Sherlock asleep, still in his arms.

John grins, shuffling closer. Sherlock shifts a little, blinking up at John with a smile. John starts to press kisses to Sherlock's neck.

The atmosphere is calm as Sherlock hums and tilts his head, giving John more room. Sherlock let's out a shakey breath as John's lips skim over his sweet spot. He nuzzles there, before he gently starts to nips.

Sherlock pulls back to look at John with a small smile playing on his lips. He leans forward, pecking John's lips once, twice, three, four, five times. John chuckles against Sherlock's soft bow shaped lips. Sherlock takes that as encouragement and repeats his action, the little butterfly kisses lasting longer then before.

Perfect. The timing was perfect. They'd woken up, wrapped in each others arm after a few stressful days. It was the perfect time for their first time together.

Sherlock shifts, shuffling closer to John, a silent form of him giving his consent. John pulls Sherlock impossibly closer, rolling them over and joining their lips in a slow long lasting loving kiss.

Sherlock laughs against John's lips, much like the doctor had before, just losing himself in the moment and relishing in the feeling of having John's weight on him, his loving glaze warming him and his breath mingling with his own.

John's breathing deepens as Sherlock's eyes darken and his hands start to wonder down John's faintly tanned back.

The door opens then. "Sherlock, we need you-- Oh shit! Shit, sorry, shit, shit" The door slams closed again, Greg still cursing and mumbling apologises.

John's eyes fall close in annoyance, a quick sigh falling out of his mouth.

Ruined. Completely spoiled. Perfect setting, of course something went bloody wrong. Of bloody course Scotland Yard needed Sherlock's help again. John was really learning to hate the DI.

Sherlock wiggles a little, rolling them over and giving John a sweet kiss before he stands and leaves the room.

John sighs, his chest raising and falling as his left hand goes to his own hair. He stares at the door for a moment; tempted to stand, walk out there and tell Greg to fuck off.

But he wouldn't do that. For one, he couldn't bring himself to do that to Sherlock and two, it wouldn't exactly set the mood.

He knew he shouldn't let it get to him- the fact Sherlock had left him without a word to go investigate. But it did. It really did get to him.

Sinking into the bed John allows his eyes to fall close, his mind wondering to fast approaching date of their three month anniversary.

*-*

After another few days of constant interruptions John started to see how much the situation was annoying Sherlock too.

At first, he'd sworn he had imagined the look of pure hatred on Sherlock face when Ms Hudson walked in on them snogging against the fridge after a lovely meal. Then he noticed how Sherlock didn't talk to her when she dared enter the flat again hours later. He'd sat and glared at her like he wanted her to shrivel up and die. She quickly left.

That lead to John sitting in Sherlock's lap and pressing kisses to his neck to calm him down. They'd soon changed positions and things were getting heated. Then Mycroft called. Sherlock had picked up the phone and practically growled down the speaker, refusing. Then Mycroft obviously said something that made Sherlock spring into action, leaving John on his chair.

After five hours Sherlock had returned home, kissing John and whispering 'You're safe again'. It was bloody perfect. Then Harry stumbles in. Harry! Of all people, Harry.

They were forced into nursing her til she was sober enough for them to throw her out. That lead to hours of the two Watson siblings creating a scene outside Speedy's while Sherlock played his violin and shot daggers at the eldest sibling.

A few more days pass and once again they end up kissing and stumbling towards their bedroom after an evening in. Only for Lestrade to rush in, Sally hot on his heels. Lestrade got embarrassed while the frizzy haired officer snickered. Sherlock was close to biting off Lestrade's head when John stepped in upon hearing the sheer number of lives Sherlock could save. The detective had given John a look resembling a puppy, he didn't want to go but John convinced him and he trailed after Lestrade looking morose.

It was clear John wasn't the only one upset with the interruptions and it made John's heart skip a beat. Maybe, just maybe, he did come before work.

*-*

Sherlock was absolutely positively fuming, trembling with anger as he faces the DI that had walked in on them, again! You'd think he'd learn to knock by now.

Greg was slowing backing away as Sherlock's icy blue eyes locked on to him. John couldn't help but bite back a chuckle from his position on the bed. As much as John was annoyed, and sexually frustrated, too, Greg's face was bloody priceless. He looked ready to shit bricks and run.

"Lestrade.." Sherlock hisses the word and John could see his muscle rippling, all the way from his shoulders and down his back and arms. God, Sherlock was sexy when he was angry.

"S-Sherlock.. Before you do anything rash.. I- I'm really sorry" Greg's hand were up and John guessed Sherlock looked really freaky right now. John had seen the DI calmer around time bombs that were moments away from exploding.

Sherlock was definitely a bomb right now, the wrong words and he'd explode. John shifts, kneeling on the bed, ready to step in if he needed too.

"It's always you!" Sherlock's tone is dripping with venom. "If it wasn't for you.." Sherlock points at the Detective Inspector "John and I would have made love by now, multiple times!"

"Jesus, you haven't done it yet?" Greg asks, unable to stop the words tumbling out.

Sensing it, John reaches out and pulls Sherlock into his chest at the exact moment he goes to attack Lestrade. Lestrade flinches, his hands flying out to protect himself. Sherlock tried to get away from John at first, but he slowly relaxed against his boyfriend.

"Probably best if you left now, mate" John nods to Lestrade, who was blinking and looking at the consulting detective with wide scared eyes.

"Go tell my brother you like him! Then I can walk in on you two all the time, see how you like it" Sherlock sneers.

John finds himself liking that idea a bit too much, and he knows he'll let Sherlock do that if the chance arose.

"Myc likes me?.." John gives Lestrade a look. "Right. Sorry. Er.. Bye" and with a small wave he leaves.

Only when John heard the door closing does he let his arms around Sherlock's chest loosen and fall around his waist.

"Idiot" Sherlock mutters, still glaring after the man.

John chuckled a little, squeezing Sherlock and pressing his lips to his temple. Sherlock relaxes noticeably with the small gestures.

He turns in John's arm, leaning in for a kiss before his stomach rumbles loudly. Sherlock rolls his eyes, a faint smile on his lips. John smiles too, pressing his lips to Sherlocks once before taking his hand and pulling him into the kitchen for breakfast.

*-*

Their anniversary dinner had gone perfectly. It was an evening full of romance, shockingly. Sherlock had cooked himself, making their favourites. Then they sat and fed each other and made silly jokes and used cheesy flirty comments- all things they'd criticised when watching a movie.

They'd fell asleep together on the sofa, Sherlock's head on John's chest where a movie had been playing. It was barely watched. Sherlock and John had been too busy kissing and whispering sweet nothings to one another.

It was the first night that week neither of them had been worried over work, friends or sex. It was solely about them being happy,

Now, five days and two cockblocks later (Mycroft had called to shout at Sherlock for telling Greg, the DI was playing hard to get it seems) , John steps into the empty flat with a small sigh.

Sherlock had left for France two days ago. On a case. John had stayed at home, not able to take any days off at the clinic.

John sits in his chair, an sends a quick message to Sherlock, asking how the case was going.

"Solved" Sherlock's voice came from the door.

John jumped but grins all the same as he turns to face Sherlock.

Sherlock walks over, smiling at John, and sits on his lap. He wastes no time in joining their lips.

"I've missed y-"

"Sherlock! The mess you've made!" Ms Hudson's voice is strained and tense. She'd been cleaning the whole day and one glance at Sherlock's shoes told John that the detective had brought mud in.

Normally, John would be mad for the interruption but he was just glad Sherlock was back. Too happy to have him back to be mad.

Sherlock grins, a little sheepishly "Oops"

John smiles, kissing Sherlock's cheek before he gives the detectives behind a tap "Go help tidy up the mess you made"

Sherlock wiggles his butt at John, chuckling, but does as he's told anyway.

*-*

John drags himself into the flat, annoyed by all his stupid clients. Half of them were teens and kids trying to get a few days off school. Then there had been the drama with Ms Daisy and her pregnant fifteen year old.

When he pushes open the door he's greeted with Sherlock standing there, grinning, two wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of expensive looking wine in the other.

John raises an eyebrow, a smile forming on his lips as he takes in what his boyfriend is doing for him.

Sherlock walks forward, still smiling.

He places the wine glasses and bottle down before he takes a few more steps and pulls John close to him.

John finds himself smiling as Sherlock's face gets closer and closer to his. Instead of kissing him however, Sherlock's mouth goes to John's ear.

"I've prepared the bed, I've told basically everyone we know to stay away and just in case I've put a death threat notes on all doors" Sherlock grins, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of John's jaw, just by his ear.

A shiver runs through John, and he pushes up into Sherlock.

"That.. is the most romantic thing you've ever done" John laughs but his tone and eyes show he's sincere.

Sherlock licks his lips, glazing down at John. He then raises an eyebrow "Even more then the time I--"

"Yes, even more then the time you made up the fake case to proclaim your love" John rolls his eyes.

The first time Sherlock had said those three words had been during a case, a case he had made up to tell John how he felt. He wrote the words 'John, I love you too' in fake blood on a wall. He saw it as romantic, and John did too, a little.

John takes hold of Sherlock's wrist and begins to drag Sherlock towards their bedroom.

Sherlock chuckles, pushing John down on the bed. He settles, one leg between John's as he begins leaning forward, rubbing their noses together and as he does.

His voice is low as he speaks again, showing John exactly where this evening is going. "Only you would find that romantic, that's why you're mine. You find everything I do for you, no matter how insane, cute and romantic"

"You're an idiot" John whispers against Sherlock's lips, smiling as he does, because its true. Just the simple fact Sherlock tries is enough to make his heart flutter.

"John?"

"Mm?" John hums, eyes on Sherlock's lips.

"Shut up and kiss me"