K HERES ANOTHER ONE! THIS ONES A LITTLE LONG SO YEAH.

TYPE: SMUT/ A LITTLE FLUFF

JOHNS POV

I laid back into my warm bed, exhausted from another day of 'detective' with Sherlock. Sherlock...an extreme cock and stubborn arse. But, I've started to...obtain feelings for him. It was odd, I don't feel gay. I just feel love. I had grown terribly, deeply, consumingly in love with him. But of course the feelings wouldn't be returned. Hes married to his work, unattached. He cares for no one in a romantic way, and I just have to deal with that. But I could as long as I stayed by his side i'd survive. Even if it meant just being friends. I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to relax and get Sherlock out of my mind. Sadly, that wasn't what my dreams had in mind....

****DREAM-LAND OF JOHN WATSON****

I "woke up" in our flat, just sitting in my with a cuppa and a newspaper. Suddenly the newspaper was ripped from my hands. Sherlock looked down at me intensely "John". For some reason I was nervous, slightly shaking. I gulped "Yes Sherlock"? I yelped as he slid into my lap and gripped my hair. His hot breathes trailing up and down my neck, making me moan. "What do you want me to do"? Sherlock bit my ear lightly making me gasp and grip his hair. Suddenly I was excited. VERY excited. "M-Move". Sherlock oblidged and started thrusting his hips back-and-forwards. My head banged the chair behind me "FASTER"! I gripped his hips as he started to bounce. "Yes"! I screamed as he started roughly sucking my collar-bone. "Oh John. I want you. I need you. Tell me what to do. Take me please". Sherlock whispered in my ear, pulling closer to me. I captured his lips in mine again. 'This was all ive ever wanted, just to be with him.' I thought as he pulled back. I whimpered but stopped as he got on his knees. He had his trade-mark Sherlock smirk as fiddled with my belt. I screwed my eyes shut and leaned back, unable to hide my excitement and anticipation.

"JOHN".

***EXITING DREAM LAND***

I shot up in my bed, panting. "John"? Sweaty and slightly pale I turned to who was shaking me. I paled further as Sherlock observed me "Are you alright John"? He reached out to put a hand on my shoulder, but I jumped back "Y-Yes I'm fine". My voice came out higher than usual, I shifted uncomfortable as I noticed my painful erection. The detective squinted his eyes at me "Are you su-" "Yes now uhm get out". I squeaked, trying to get him out before he made my problem worse. It must have been my imagination but it looked like he was a little hurt. But his face flashed back to his emotionless stare in an instant, making me doubt my eyes. "Alright then John, do come down soon". I nodded as he left the room. Once he shut the door I let out a long breathe that I had been holding. I ran a hand through my sweaty hair, panting "Oh god". I slowly got up, my 'problem' now settled down. I got dressed and made way down to breakfast.

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SHERLOCKS POV

Hmm. Johns behavior was strange. I was laying in my bed when I heard the moaning. The sound was...arousing. I couldn't sleep because of the 'problem' he was creating, it was also early morning, so I decided to wake him up. When I opened the door I felt something I've never felt before. Embarrassment and Shock. I stood mouth agape as John tossed and turned sweaty and moaning. He was gripping his pillow tightly, thrusting into it. My cheeks grew warm as I averted my eyes. He was obviously having a very...pleasant dream. Jealousy slowly bubbled into my chest. It was illogical, it was only a dream. But whoever my blogger was dreaming about...I was angry that it wasn't myself. His moans grew louder along with my jealousy and I couldn't bare it anymore. I swiftly walked over to his bedside "JOHN". He flew up, looking around frantically. When his eyes landed on me they doubled in size, a blush gracing his cheeks. 'Obviously embarrassed'. I reached out a hand "Are you alright"? He flinched and jumped backwards "Y-Yes i'm fine". 'Strange. His voice is higher than usual...' I squinted "Are you su-" "Yes now uhm get out". He squeaked and shifted where he sat. I was a little hurt he didn't want my company. I always wanted his... I straightened up and nodded regaining my facade. "Alright then John, do come down soon". He nodded and I left the room. My heart was slightly heavier as I made myself a cuppa. I groaned out loud 'Only John would be able to make me feel this way. Stupid, Handsome, Gentle, Dull, Cute, Irritable, Sexy-'. "Sherlock"? I jumped and almost spilled my cup. "Ah yes John"? He looked at me in a slightly...pained? Confusion. "Who are you talking about"? Inside I crumbled, realizing I was listing those things aloud. On the outside I remained calm as I strode past him "'the foggiest idea what you mean John. I haven't said a word". John looked as if he didn't believe me and made himself a cup. "Sherlock I heard you. Its alright if you've...found someone". It must be my 'Crush Vision' but John looked pained, as if me finding someone other than him was horrible. 'Don't give yourself hope you bafoon'. I scolded myself and swallowed. "Ahhh..". Suddenly my phone rang, and I jumped to answer. "Yes hello? Hm. Alright". I hung up the phone with a sigh of relief. "Case"? John asked, setting his newspaper to the side. I nodded and slipped on my coat and scarf. "Yes. A few streets away, murder". I held the door for John as we entered the chill London air. We grabbed a taxi and were on our way...

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JOHNS POV

I tried not to stare at Sherlock as we rode in the cab. Who had he been talking about? Who...who did he possibly know that he thought was all that. I felt like a jealous school girl that figured out her crush liked another person. Which is basically what is happening. "John your knuckles have gone white". I looked down and was surprised to find I had balled my fists. Sherlock's eyebrows were raised as I flexed them back out. "Sorry just in thought". Before he could remark I swiftly jumped out of the cab since we had reached our destination.

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SHERLOCK POV

Eye-brows furrowed in confusion I quickly followed John's suit. As I walked up John and Lestrade were already in deep conversation. I took my place next to my blogger and picked up where they were. I noticed John stiffen slightly and my heart drooped again (which is physically impossible). I frowned as I studied his face 'Why is he so mad and uncomfortable around me'? "Sherlock"? I turned my head back to Lestrade "What is it"? Lestrade looked between us in suspicion "Well while you were gawking over John I was explaining the when and what". I expertly hid my blush at his comment and narrowed my eyes "For your information George I was not staring at my blog-" I briefly paused and realized what I was about to say. I closed my eyes in frustration and breathed in "I was not staring at John. Just show me the body". Lestrade looked too smug as he led me to the body, John following in an embarrassed and slightly shocked manor. "Here it is. You have 10 minutes". He gave us both a glance then ushered himself and everyone out of the room. There was a beat of awkward silence between us until I clapped my hands loudly. "Alright then, lets begin the fun". John let out a short burst of laughter "Only you can find a murder entertaining Sherlock". We easily slipped back into our light and joking manor as I examined the body. I bent down and lightly touched the clothes "So John did you sleep well"? When he didn't answer I turned to find him studying the wall in an intense way, his face beet red. "Y-Yes" He coughed 'Trying to even out his voice'. "Yes, I had a nice sleep". I nodded and turned back to the body, obviously not going to get anything more out of him.

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JOHNS POV

'Does he know? Oh bloody hell he's one of the smartest men in the whole damn world, he knows! Well he doesn't know too much on emotions though...'
As my thoughts bickered between eachother I looked back over at Sherlock as he worked. His eyes were intense and inquisitive, taking in every detail. His gorgeous curls falling over his multi-colored eyes, which I adored. As I studied my detective I worked my eyes downwards. Because of the slight humidity in the room (mostly the nasty smell and heat from the body) he had removed his trench coat. Revealing one of my favorite features of Sherlock...his arse. Holy lord that arse. It was so full and fit his pants perfectly. I only wanted to give it a little pinch. Squeeze. Grab. Bite-. "JOHN"! I jumped as Sherlock screamed at me. I quickly moved my eyes to his face and gulped. "W-What? I was listening". I defended as I bit the inside of my cheek in anxiety. Sherlock slowly stood, his face had a kind of 'knowing-look'. "No you weren't". As he advanced I backed up "Yes I was-". "No. No John you weren't you seem to be...distracted" My back bumped into the wall but that didnt stop him form advancing. His chest brushed against mine making me gasp and shudder. I was absolutely sure he could feel my rapid heart beat as he leaned in, inches from my nose and lips. He put his his hands on my hips, lightly squeezing them. "John". That word held a lot of emotions. Lust, need, assurance, questioning, hopefullness and...love. My eyes fluttered close for a momment, my knees weak as I almost collaspsed. Once I finally got myself together I realized our faces were millimeters apart. I breathed "Sherlock". With that he suddenly slammed forward into me with lustful force. I stiffened then kissed back, moaning into his mouth. "My dream". I gasped as I pulled back for a momment. As I dove back in I mumbled against his lips "You. It was. You. Always. Has. Been". Sherlock made a load moan "Yes. Me too. Always. You". I hissed in pleasure as he slammed my hips hard into the wall, grinding his hips into mine. I threw my head back against the wall, eyes rolled back. God his lips were heavenly. Kissing over my skin roughly, sending shock waves through me. Sherlock moved back to my lips, sucking on my bottom lip. "You taste so good John". Sherlock moaned against my collar bone, biting it. I arched my back as my mouth formed and 'O'. Not wanting him to do all of the work I started grinding my hips harder, my hands tangled up in his curls and pulling them hard. "Yes. That. More Oh John"! I groaned loudly "S-Sherlock I don't think I can take anymore". I thought I heard something, but I gladly ignored and stayed focused on Sherlock. Suddenly I felt the nice, arousing warmth leave my body. "W-What"? The loss from the intense pleasure confused me as I looked at Sherlock depressed.

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SHERLOCKS POV

"Yes. That. More oh John"! God yes. This is exactly what I wanted. Pinning John against the wall, kissing all over him. Then when he yanked my hair, oh god. I never wanted this to stop. Until I heard the door open. 'Shit you twat your at a crime scene'! I stepped back, but not quick enough. Everyone stood, mouth agape as John recovered tried to recover. "W-What"? I shot him a pointed look as I ruffled my hair and looked for my coat. "Murdered by her brother, caught in the rain yesterday. If that is it I believe we will be leaving". Lestrades mouth almost reached the floor as I tugged a red-faced John out of the room. "Cough it up". Donovan nudged Lestrade, who discreetly handed her a $20. Finally a small blush made it to my cheeks as I quickly shoved John into the cab.

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JOHNS POV

I couldn't calm my burning face as we rode in the cab. It seemed forever till we got to the flat, and I quickly dashed inside. I was still half-hard from our little session at the crime scene, but utterly mortified. I groaned in annoyance and plopped in my seat. "That was terrible"! Sherlock sat beside me. "Oh come off it John it wasn't that bad". I quirked and eye-brow ar him. "Really? Not that bad? Sherlock we were caught snogging infront of the whole bloody Scotland Yard"! Sherlock smirked at me and I rolled my eyes. "You insufferable twat". Before I knew what had happened I was pinned to the floor. "I don't think you really mean that John~" He leaned down and kissed me slow and deep. "In fact, I think you think the exact opposite". I nodded as I yanked him back down, working my tounge and teeth on his neck. "Yes. Opposite. Shut up and let me do this". I silenced his up coming remark with a rough kiss, then again trailing downwards. I watched as Sherlock shivered, eyes shut in extreme pleasure. "Oh yes". And with that, my dream was perfectly resumed.

***SORRY NOT REALLY SMUT BUT MEH OH WELL. SORRY THAT IVE BEEN DEAD FOR A WHILE. ALRIGHTY THEN!***