Post-Date Night
Loki’s POV
When we got back to the house Sherlock leads me upstairs by my hand. His long fingers fitted around my bony hand perfectly.
Once in the lounge, I checked it was empty of John and then pulled Sherlock close. My hands went around his waist and his fell around my neck. We smiled at each other for a moment and then started kissing
For once uninterrupted.
We were soon in the kitchen and I had Sherlock pinned against the worktop.
“Stay… with me… tonight,” Sherlock said between kisses.
I pulled away from him, “but I promised John,” I say teasingly with a laugh.
“Fuck John,” Sherlock said kissing me again.
“I would rather… fuck you,” I say.
Sherlock responded by pulling me down the hall and into his bedroom.
Our coats and jackets were soon on the floor and I kicked my shoes off. Pulling my socks off I ended up in Sherlock’s bed. And Sherlock soon had me pinned on my back.
I pulled one of my wrists out of under his hand and stroked the side of his face with it, slowing the pace down.
“Not tonight though,” I finish my earlier thought.
“What?” he asked, lust must have clouded his brilliant mind.
“I’m not having sex with you tonight,” I clarify.
Sherlock is confused for a moment and then relaxes, rolling onto the bed next to me.
“You’ll still stay here though?” he asks lying next to me.
“Of course Love,” I say turning to face him. He smiles at me and I have to kiss him.
He gets up and changes for bed while I strip to my boxers and under shirt.
The tall man soon returns and slides into bed next to me. He turned the light out and I fall asleep with the warmth of the man I love next to me.
And then a worried voice says:
“John will be suspicious,”
“Let him be.”
“What if Lestrade comes around?”
“He’ll be happy for us.”
“What if Mycroft comes round?”
“Sherlock Love?”
“Yes?”
“Go to sleep.”
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