-Sherlock-

"Thought you didn't want.. Mm.. " John mumbles between a kiss "..to talk till after the case"

Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips down John's neck, shifting enough to feel how our position (me straddling the gorgeous blonde on the bed) was affecting John.

"This isn't talking" I whisper the words against his neck, I sound breathy even to myself.

John pushes on my shoulders so he can look at my face.

"Sherlock, you've had a long night. You're still afraid. Are you sure about this?" His eyes search my face, trying to riddle out my current state.

I know he's worried for me, after I told him how I saw the hound and we had a fairly heated argument. The result of me being a dick, John being worried and the constant tension between us lately.

I don't want to think about any of that right now.

After swallowing, I nod and lean closer to join our lips.

"Please, John..." It's barely a whisper. "I need you"

And I did. Tonight had been so confusing. So.. doubtful. I had doubted myself tonight. I needed my John. He keeps me straight. He's my rock. The one person who can truly be there for me and bring warmth and comfort to my heart.

John let's out a shakey breath and squirms beneath me, clearly turned on by my words despite the worry he felt.

"Okay..." John nods before his hands settle on my waist.

My heart thuds, almost numbly, as I bend down to kiss John's soft lips.

His lips are ridiculously soft below mine as our tongue meet and move in slow, gentle circles, just brushing together as we begin to rock. Our hips are aligned and I can feel John's arousal rubbing against my thigh. I shift slightly, so we're lined up perfectly.

I haven't even moved when John let's out a soft moan, his hands running up the back of my shirt, eventually coming to the front to begin unbuttoning it. I allow him to slide the fabric off my shoulders, not caring as the expensive fabric fell.

All that mattered to me now was John. Even this damn case wasn't enough to pull me from this man in this moment.

Our lips meet again and John's hands are pushing at my hips, trying to get me closer. All too happy to cooperate, I roll my hips down, a sound I didn't know I was capable of making leaving my lips.

"God, Sherlock, you sound as good as you feel"

I manage a small laugh before another sound pushes past my lips as we rub together more so than before.

Before long, we're rutting against each other like a pair of dirty teenagers and panting, mewling, gasping into each other's ear.

It was heaven. Here with the man that I knew I need. Maybe even loved.

"Sherlock..." John warns, arching up into me.

My movements never falter and I continue to grind against him.

"I have you" I whisper the words. "Let go, I have you"

That's all it takes for John to cry out my name so sweetly. The sound of it has me jerking forward in much the same way, my pants turning sticky as I moan the doctor's name repeatedly.

He stare at each other for a long time.

Everything comes crashing down on me then. John and I just... Oh God.

I panic and roll off of John, reach for my shirt before I rush out of the room.