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Dunno…nothing special really. *Chuckling lightly, Sherlock was still grinning into their kiss.* I just like the view I’m having. *Closing his eyes as John squeezed his bum, Sherlock couldn’t help but moan softly. Looking right into John’s eyes, he let his hand wander up John’s thighs again.* Is there something you want me to do? A wish or something like that…?
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*John moaned again, a shiver running down his spine.* A wish… ? No, Do whatever you want with me. *He grinned, grabbing Sherlock’s bum again and pressing his lower body close to Sherlock’s.* Surprise me again, Sherlock Holmes.
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Oh…you want me to surprise you? *Chuckling again, Sherlock went on rubbing his lap against John’s.* Hmm…what am I going to do with you then… *Leaning down, Sherlock pressed his lips roughly onto John’s again, shoving his tongue into his mouth. Letting his hands wander up to John’s belt, Sherlock started pushing them down gently.*
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*John moaned into the kiss, letting his tongue explore Sherlock’s mouth eagerly. Bucking his hips slightly, he ran his hands down Sherlock’s chest, letting them slip underneath his shirt.* Yes, surprise me. *Tugging impatiently at Sherlock’s shirt he leaned forward to kiss his neck, moaning as Sherlock started fumbling with his belt.*
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*Sherlock leaned his head back, enjoying the feeling of John’s lips on his neck.* Oh I will surprise you…! *It didn’t take too long for Sherlock to push down John trousers. Leaning down, his breath got deeper and deeper and he could feel his own heartbeat increase. Freeing John from his underwear, Sherlock grabbed hold of his bum, squeezing it eagerly.*
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God… *John gasped as Sherlock got rid of his boxers, his body shivering in anticipation. His hands started fumbling with the buttons of Sherlock’s shirt until he was finally able to shove it off his shoulders. Choking a moan he bucked his hips again, whimpering slightly.* Sherlock…
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She’d been fading in and out of consciousness for the past hour, having lost a lot of blood from her still-leaking wounds. Half the time she was awake, she had no idea where she was or why she was there. She heard her phone go off once, John’s ringtone, but obviously couldn’t get to it. She was growing increasingly more desperate and frustrated. Had they not checked the cafe yet? She’d managed to write Sherlock’s name and the name of the motel on her receipt when she’d paid her bill, it couldn’t be that hard to find her from there.
John rolled his eyes and suppressed another sigh. “You won’t let me forget.” As if this case wasn’t exciting enough. They left the flat and took a cab right to the café where Irene wanted to meet Moran. After 15 minutes they arrived and John headed for the first waiter he saw, doing the talking, as Sherlock wanted him to. After a while, John found out that the waiter remembered Irene and that she’d written something on the receipt.
Following John into the café, Sherlock had a quick look around the place. Watching John from the corner of his eye, he quickly found the table Irene and Moran were sitting at. Running his hand over the wooden tabletop, Sherlock got carried away with his thoughts. The table offered a perfect view out of the huge window, good place to watch the street… Walking over to the window, Sherlock almost missed that John had walked up to him, holding Irene’s receipt in his hand. “What??”
“Didn’t you hear me? She left us a note.” John was still holding the receipt out for Sherlock, waiting for him to take it. Chuckling lightly he shook his head. “Seriously, Sherlock, what’s wrong with you today?” He could clearly see that Sherlock had been deep in his thoughts, but still it was strange for him. Usually he didn’t miss a thing, and now…?
Sherlock turned on the spot and snatched the receipt out of John’s hand. Looking at it, he tried to ignore John’s question. He hadn’t slept in the last days and to be honest he was damn worn out at the moment, and he didn’t like it…not at all. “Clever girl…leaving us a note is a neat idea.” Sherlock couldn’t quite make out what the name on the receipt was supposed to be, so he handed it back to John. Rubbing his eyes, he frowned slightly. “She wrote down the name of the hotel Moran took her to…maybe we should go and have a look at it.”
John frowned slightly, watching Sherlock carefully. He knew it wouldn’t make any sense to ask him if he was ok, so he just decided to wait and go on watching him. They were both tired from the last few days. “Yes, let’s do this. We need to be quick, I have a very bad feeling about this.” John left the cafe and hired a cab, telling the cabbie the address, Irene had written down.
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*Humming deeply and leaning into their kiss, Sherlock wrapped his arms around John.* I did indeed plan this for a long time. But to be honest with you, I had help from Mrs. Hudson. *Leading John to their bed, he let himself fall onto it, landing on top of John.* And…do you like what you see?
-SH
*John chuckled, gasping as Sherlock landed on top of him.* I’ve already guessed that. We should thank her someday… *He smiled, looking up at Sherlock and running his hand over Sherlock’s cheek.* Oh yes, I like what I see. A lot.
-JW
*Smiling down at John, Sherlock couldn’t help but sigh deeply. The feeling of John’s hand on his cheek made Sherlock shiver slightly. Closing his eyes, he leaned into John’s touch.* We should really thank her…but not right now. We have other plans at the moment. *Leaning down, Sherlock pressed his lips onto John’s. Letting his hand run down John’s tights, Sherlock couldn’t help but grin into their kiss.*
-SH
Yes. Whatever you say… *John chuckled, leaning into the kiss. Moaning softly, he ran his hands through Sherlock’s hair, tugging slightly at it. As he could feel Sherlock’s hand on his tighs, he looked up just in time to notice his grin. John let his hands wander down Sherlock’s back to his bum, squeezing it lightly.* What are you grinning at?
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Dunno…nothing special really. *Chuckling lightly, Sherlock was still grinning into their kiss.* I just like the view I’m having. *Closing his eyes as John squeezed his bum, Sherlock couldn’t help but moan softly. Looking right into John’s eyes, he let his hand wander up John’s thighs again.* Is there something you want me to do? A wish or something like that…?
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*John moaned again, a shiver running down his spine.* A wish… ? No, Do whatever you want with me. *He grinned, grabbing Sherlock’s bum again and pressing his lower body close to Sherlock’s.* Surprise me again, Sherlock Holmes.
-JW
Oh…you want me to surprise you? *Chuckling again, Sherlock went on rubbing his lap against John’s.* Hmm…what am I going to do with you then… *Leaning down, Sherlock pressed his lips roughly onto John’s again, shoving his tongue into his mouth. Letting his hands wander up to John’s belt, Sherlock started pushing them down gently.*
-SH
*John moaned into the kiss, letting his tongue explore Sherlock’s mouth eagerly. Bucking his hips slightly, he ran his hands down Sherlock’s chest, letting them slip underneath his shirt.* Yes, surprise me. *Tugging impatiently at Sherlock’s shirt he leaned forward to kiss his neck, moaning as Sherlock started fumbling with his belt.*
-JW
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John sighed, not really understanding Sherlock. “I don’t know, it was just an idea. You always see everything everywhere. Who knows what we’ll find there. But I get it, you don’t think it’s neccessary to go to the café.” He frowned, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “So what are we going to do now? Sure you must have an idea where she could be?”
Glancing over at John, Sherlock raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on John’s features. The problem was that he had no idea where Irene could be…but he couldn’t tell John. Sighing once more, Sherlock got up from his armchair, walking over to John. “Maybe we should really go and have a look at the café… Irene could have left us a note or something.” Walking over to the door, he put on his coat, looking back at John. “But keep in mind, I’m in a horrible mood today, so you’re the one to do the talking…”
She’d been fading in and out of consciousness for the past hour, having lost a lot of blood from her still-leaking wounds. Half the time she was awake, she had no idea where she was or why she was there. She heard her phone go off once, John’s ringtone, but obviously couldn’t get to it. She was growing increasingly more desperate and frustrated. Had they not checked the cafe yet? She’d managed to write Sherlock’s name and the name of the motel on her receipt when she’d paid her bill, it couldn’t be that hard to find her from there.
John rolled his eyes and suppressed another sigh. “You won’t let me forget.” As if this case wasn’t exciting enough. They left the flat and took a cab right to the café where Irene wanted to meet Moran. After 15 minutes they arrived and John headed for the first waiter he saw, doing the talking, as Sherlock wanted him to. After a while, John found out that the waiter remembered Irene and that she’d written something on the receipt.
Following John into the café, Sherlock had a quick look around the place. Watching John from the corner of his eye, he quickly found the table Irene and Moran were sitting at. Running his hand over the wooden tabletop, Sherlock got carried away with his thoughts. The table offered a perfect view out of the huge window, good place to watch the street… Walking over to the window, Sherlock almost missed that John had walked up to him, holding Irene’s receipt in his hand. “What??”
“Didn’t you hear me? She left us a note.” John was still holding the receipt out for Sherlock, waiting for him to take it. Chuckling lightly he shook his head. “Seriously, Sherlock, what’s wrong with you today?” He could clearly see that Sherlock had been deep in his thoughts, but still it was strange for him. Usually he didn’t miss a thing, and now…?
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Sherlock sighed again, but he couldn’t help but notice the way John was staring at his phone. “You want to call her right? But I don’t think she would answer her phone right now. I bet she’s rather…tied up so to speak…” Glaring up at the ceiling, Sherlock frowned slightly. Moran must have hidden her somewhere…but where… There were far to many places that would suite the preferences and they hadn’t much time left. “Where would he hide you…somewhere I would look…”
Tied up? How do you know? *John frowned, knowing that Sherlock was right. If she could use her phone, she would do it.* I know, Sherlock… But you know what? I’ll try it anyway… *He dialed Irene’s number and waited for her to pick up. Of course nothing happened. With a sigh he looked up at Sherlock again, not sure if he should say something.* Why don’t we just go to the café where she wanted to meet him? Maybe we’ll find something there?
Sherlock watched John dial Irene’s number, knowing right away that she wouldn’t answer her phone. Letting out a deep sigh again, Sherlock closed his eyes again. “Maybe we should go…but what do you expect them to tell us? I already know that they met there and I don’t need the staff to tell me that they left the café together…” Rubbing his fingers run over his upper lip again, Sherlock frowned again. He was definitely not in the mood for this right now…
John sighed, not really understanding Sherlock. “I don’t know, it was just an idea. You always see everything everywhere. Who knows what we’ll find there. But I get it, you don’t think it’s neccessary to go to the café.” He frowned, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “So what are we going to do now? Sure you must have an idea where she could be?”
Glancing over at John, Sherlock raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on John’s features. The problem was that he had no idea where Irene could be…but he couldn’t tell John. Sighing once more, Sherlock got up from his armchair, walking over to John. “Maybe we should really go and have a look at the café… Irene could have left us a note or something.” Walking over to the door, he put on his coat, looking back at John. “But keep in mind, I’m in a horrible mood today, so you’re the one to do the talking…”
She’d been fading in and out of consciousness for the past hour, having lost a lot of blood from her still-leaking wounds. Half the time she was awake, she had no idea where she was or why she was there. She heard her phone go off once, John’s ringtone, but obviously couldn’t get to it. She was growing increasingly more desperate and frustrated. Had they not checked the cafe yet? She’d managed to write Sherlock’s name and the name of the motel on her receipt when she’d paid her bill, it couldn’t be that hard to find her from there.
John rolled his eyes and suppressed another sigh. “You won’t let me forget.” As if this case wasn’t exciting enough. They left the flat and took a cab right to the café where Irene wanted to meet Moran. After 15 minutes they arrived and John headed for the first waiter he saw, doing the talking, as Sherlock wanted him to. After a while, John found out that the waiter remembered Irene and that she’d written something on the receipt.
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*Pulling John over to the bedroom, he stopped right in front of the door, looking right into John’s eyes.* I’ve hid him somewhere, and he promised to stay away until we’re ready… *Chuckling deeply, he placed another kiss on John’s lips, opening the door behind them. Their bed was covered in roses as well and some more candles lit up the room. Leading John to the bed, Sherlock put on his most seductive smile.*
-SH
*John looked around in disbelief, not really sure what to do first. He pulled Sherlock in again for a messy kiss, grinning slightly.* Well, I hope he’ll stay away as long as possible. *A shiver ran down his spine and the shock slowly changed into excitement. He pressed himself close to Sherlock’s body, kissing him for a long time.* How did you do all this? I mean… you must’ve planned this long time ago.
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*Humming deeply and leaning into their kiss, Sherlock wrapped his arms around John.* I did indeed plan this for a long time. But to be honest with you, I had help from Mrs. Hudson. *Leading John to their bed, he let himself fall onto it, landing on top of John.* And…do you like what you see?
-SH
*John chuckled, gasping as Sherlock landed on top of him.* I’ve already guessed that. We should thank her someday… *He smiled, looking up at Sherlock and running his hand over Sherlock’s cheek.* Oh yes, I like what I see. A lot.
-JW
*Smiling down at John, Sherlock couldn’t help but sigh deeply. The feeling of John’s hand on his cheek made Sherlock shiver slightly. Closing his eyes, he leaned into John’s touch.* We should really thank her…but not right now. We have other plans at the moment. *Leaning down, Sherlock pressed his lips onto John’s. Letting his hand run down John’s tights, Sherlock couldn’t help but grin into their kiss.*
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Yes. Whatever you say… *John chuckled, leaning into the kiss. Moaning softly, he ran his hands through Sherlock’s hair, tugging slightly at it. As he could feel Sherlock’s hand on his tighs, he looked up just in time to notice his grin. John let his hands wander down Sherlock’s back to his bum, squeezing it lightly.* What are you grinning at?
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Dunno…nothing special really. *Chuckling lightly, Sherlock was still grinning into their kiss.* I just like the view I’m having. *Closing his eyes as John squeezed his bum, Sherlock couldn’t help but moan softly. Looking right into John’s eyes, he let his hand wander up John’s thighs again.* Is there something you want me to do? A wish or something like that…?
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*John moaned again, a shiver running down his spine.* A wish… ? No, Do whatever you want with me. *He grinned, grabbing Sherlock’s bum again and pressing his lower body close to Sherlock’s.* Surprise me again, Sherlock Holmes.
-JW
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Sherlock tried to keep his eyes shut, releasing a deep sigh. Rubbing his fingertips over his upper lip, he tried to ignore John the best he could. Irene was meant to meet Moran in one of those old fashioned cafés which she probably did. Moran must have found out about their little plan… “I’m not sitting around…I’m trying to work out where she is…and you’re not helping…!” Moran must have taken her to some quiet place to get the information he needed. But where…
John didn’t answer to this, just hoping that Sherlock knew what he did. And of course he did. But for John’s taste they just needed too long. What if Irene was injured or worse, dead? They needed to find her before it was too late. Looking down at his phone John sighed again. He suppressed the urge to call her, it wouldn’t help anyway.
Sherlock sighed again, but he couldn’t help but notice the way John was staring at his phone. “You want to call her right? But I don’t think she would answer her phone right now. I bet she’s rather…tied up so to speak…” Glaring up at the ceiling, Sherlock frowned slightly. Moran must have hidden her somewhere…but where… There were far to many places that would suite the preferences and they hadn’t much time left. “Where would he hide you…somewhere I would look…”
Tied up? How do you know? *John frowned, knowing that Sherlock was right. If she could use her phone, she would do it.* I know, Sherlock… But you know what? I’ll try it anyway… *He dialed Irene’s number and waited for her to pick up. Of course nothing happened. With a sigh he looked up at Sherlock again, not sure if he should say something.* Why don’t we just go to the café where she wanted to meet him? Maybe we’ll find something there?
Sherlock watched John dial Irene’s number, knowing right away that she wouldn’t answer her phone. Letting out a deep sigh again, Sherlock closed his eyes again. “Maybe we should go…but what do you expect them to tell us? I already know that they met there and I don’t need the staff to tell me that they left the café together…” Rubbing his fingers run over his upper lip again, Sherlock frowned again. He was definitely not in the mood for this right now…
John sighed, not really understanding Sherlock. “I don’t know, it was just an idea. You always see everything everywhere. Who knows what we’ll find there. But I get it, you don’t think it’s neccessary to go to the café.” He frowned, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “So what are we going to do now? Sure you must have an idea where she could be?”
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*Sherlock pressed his lips as close to John’s as possible. Humming into their kiss, he wrapped his arms around John’s waist, pulling him close as well. Parting their lips to take a deep breath, Sherlock pulled John over to the bedroom.* Follow me…there still something that’s waiting for you…
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Even more than that? *John chuckled, not believing this. He followed Sherlock over to the bedroom, grinning like crazy.* All right, who are you and what did you do to Sherlock Holmes?
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*Pulling John over to the bedroom, he stopped right in front of the door, looking right into John’s eyes.* I’ve hid him somewhere, and he promised to stay away until we’re ready… *Chuckling deeply, he placed another kiss on John’s lips, opening the door behind them. Their bed was covered in roses as well and some more candles lit up the room. Leading John to the bed, Sherlock put on his most seductive smile.*
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*John looked around in disbelief, not really sure what to do first. He pulled Sherlock in again for a messy kiss, grinning slightly.* Well, I hope he’ll stay away as long as possible. *A shiver ran down his spine and the shock slowly changed into excitement. He pressed himself close to Sherlock’s body, kissing him for a long time.* How did you do all this? I mean… you must’ve planned this long time ago.
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*Humming deeply and leaning into their kiss, Sherlock wrapped his arms around John.* I did indeed plan this for a long time. But to be honest with you, I had help from Mrs. Hudson. *Leading John to their bed, he let himself fall onto it, landing on top of John.* And…do you like what you see?
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*John chuckled, gasping as Sherlock landed on top of him.* I’ve already guessed that. We should thank her someday… *He smiled, looking up at Sherlock and running his hand over Sherlock’s cheek.* Oh yes, I like what I see. A lot.
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*Smiling down at John, Sherlock couldn’t help but sigh deeply. The feeling of John’s hand on his cheek made Sherlock shiver slightly. Closing his eyes, he leaned into John’s touch.* We should really thank her…but not right now. We have other plans at the moment. *Leaning down, Sherlock pressed his lips onto John’s. Letting his hand run down John’s tights, Sherlock couldn’t help but grin into their kiss.*
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Yes. Whatever you say… *John chuckled, leaning into the kiss. Moaning softly, he ran his hands through Sherlock’s hair, tugging slightly at it. As he could feel Sherlock’s hand on his tighs, he looked up just in time to notice his grin. John let his hands wander down Sherlock’s back to his bum, squeezing it lightly.* What are you grinning at?
-JW
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*Grinning widely, Sherlock followed John upstairs, trying to suppress a little chuckle.* We’ll definitely enjoy our moments upstairs… *Sherlock was rather talking to himself than anything else, but deep within he couldn’t wait either. Stopping John in front of the living room door, he placed a long kiss on his lips.* I’ll make this day unforgettable for you…! *Opening the door, he pushed John inside. The living room floor was covered in roses and candles created a beautiful light. Mrs. Hudson had done a great job.*
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*John gasped and didn’t know where to look first. This was just amazing.* Sherlock… this is… I don’t know what to say. *He walked into the room, smiling widely. He really hadn’t expected this.* It’s just beautiful. Thank you! *Turning around, he pulled Sherlock close, kissing him happily until he couldn’t breathe anymore.*
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*Sherlock pressed his lips as close to John’s as possible. Humming into their kiss, he wrapped his arms around John’s waist, pulling him close as well. Parting their lips to take a deep breath, Sherlock pulled John over to the bedroom.* Follow me…there still something that’s waiting for you…
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Even more than that? *John chuckled, not believing this. He followed Sherlock over to the bedroom, grinning like crazy.* All right, who are you and what did you do to Sherlock Holmes?
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*Pulling John over to the bedroom, he stopped right in front of the door, looking right into John’s eyes.* I’ve hid him somewhere, and he promised to stay away until we’re ready… *Chuckling deeply, he placed another kiss on John’s lips, opening the door behind them. Their bed was covered in roses as well and some more candles lit up the room. Leading John to the bed, Sherlock put on his most seductive smile.*
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*John looked around in disbelief, not really sure what to do first. He pulled Sherlock in again for a messy kiss, grinning slightly.* Well, I hope he’ll stay away as long as possible. *A shiver ran down his spine and the shock slowly changed into excitement. He pressed himself close to Sherlock’s body, kissing him for a long time.* How did you do all this? I mean… you must’ve planned this long time ago.
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*Humming deeply and leaning into their kiss, Sherlock wrapped his arms around John.* I did indeed plan this for a long time. But to be honest with you, I had help from Mrs. Hudson. *Leading John to their bed, he let himself fall onto it, landing on top of John.* And…do you like what you see?
-SH
*John chuckled, gasping as Sherlock landed on top of him.* I’ve already guessed that. We should thank her someday… *He smiled, looking up at Sherlock and running his hand over Sherlock’s cheek.* Oh yes, I like what I see. A lot.
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