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Jim smiles and looks down at the curl up figure sleeping on the bed. Slowly, carefully as not to disturb the person, he reaches out a hand to gently run through his little doll blond hair. So soft, a bit short, but it just like he has always imagine.
He smiles again.
There is something about this man which makes Jim wants to smile and laugh and be happy and he just feels so...alive. He can feel the adrenaline running through him every time he saw his little doctor running around London, chasing the clues he left for the curly hair genius. He can feel his heart skip a beat every time those baby blue eyes look at him, like he's the only thing matter in the world (and he doesn't care that those big eyes are full of hatred and disgust, as long as they focus on only him, that's enough), his hands sweat a bit more when he's close to his lovely soldier (he wants to slam John against the wall and fuck him senselessly until John becomes a mess, begging Jim to come inside him). And there're always butterflies in his stomach every time he hears his doctor's sweet voice, full of emotion, full of passion but polite, always so polite (he wants to hear John screams, to hear John begs and to hear his every whine and desperate moans even if it is for Jim to stop, to get away from him).
Jim bends down and put a kiss on John forehead and strokes his cheek slightly, feeling the skin in his hand. His beautiful boy mumbles something unintelligible in his sleep and twitches the corner of his mouth up into a small smile and Jim feels like he can fly, like he can do everything just to get another smile like that.
He wants John. No, he needs John. He doesn't know how he can live without John before but now that he knows him, he is sure that he can't live the rest of his life without his beautiful boy. John is his air, his heart, his love. He needs John. And he will have him.
He places another kiss on John lips and left. _______________________
"Sherlock did you get into my room last night? I thought we had agreed that bedroom was off limit?"
"No John, I was out last night to investigate."
"..."
"Is something the matter?"
"No, it's just.. Oh forget it."
"Are you sure? You can tell me."
"Yeah, I know, but it's fine, it's not really important. Anyway, what were you saying about investigate something last night?"
"I found a clue about Moriarty. He just left a clue so obvious even a baby can find it, it's either he's getting careless or he wanted something to distracted me from his real scheme. And I'm afraid it is the latter. Now come along John, we must hurry up before some idiots destroy the scene."
"All right, coming, just let me get my coat."
John runs back to his room to retrieve his coat and remembers about closing the window before he felt asleep, only to find it opened when he woke up. He shrugs, maybe he just too tired so he imagines things, maybe he just forgot to close the window, that's all.
He vaguely remembers about feeling fingers running through his hair, feeling lips touching his forehead and lips and soft whispers in his ear, making him shudders.
"Soon John, you will be mine."