Author Notes: I`m sorry that it took me longer than planned to update this story, but RL - and especially university - got in my way. But now, I have semester break and passed all of my exams, so I have more time for writing once more.^^

Maybe I`ll even write a sequel to this story, if you are interested. :)

There is a sex scene in this chapter, so if this is not your cup of tea, don`t read this chapter and just skip to the end of it. Otherwise, Enjoy! :)

Declarations and Dessert

John was in the bathroom. Sherlock cocked her head to the side and listened closely to the noises which emerged from the room next door. John relieving himself, the flush of the toilet, water running - longer than for washing hands, therefore also brushing his teeth - and then the door opening.

She fidgeted nervously with her hands as she waited for John to come to their bedroom. The evening had been awesome - much better than Sherlock would have ever thought - and although she usually wasn`t a fan of dates, she had to admit that she had enjoyed herself. Not only had she been able to show off her new dress - tailor - made - but, more importantly, she had spent the evening with John. It always made a huge difference if John was or wasn`t with her, no matter if they were investigating a case or watching crap TV together.

Sherlock smiled slightly and tried to ignore her quivering nerves as she sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for John. He had moved to the kitchen, probably drinking a glass of water to prevent alcohol induced dehydration after half a bottle of wine. Sherlock just wished that he would hurry up, since she doubted that she could stand it much longer to wait here like this without going mad. Finally, the click of the light switch in the kitchen and John`s steps in the hall. Only seconds now, until he would open the door and...

Sherlock held her breath as John entered their bedroom, closed the door and turned towards the bed. It was obvious when his mind processed what he was seeing, since he stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth opening in wonder and his eyes widening.

Sherlock swallowed hard and waited for a more telling reaction, since John`s facial expression could mean anything at the moment. Reaching from mere surprise to shock or even disgust. Well, Sherlock somehow doubted that it was the latter, after their evening spent together and their conversations, but still...

Self-conscious she straightened the strap of her negligee and wondered if it had been a bad idea to present herself like that. The chest area of the negligee was padded and formed two perfect, small breasts. The chest area was lined with non-transparent material, while the negligee was transparent everywhere else and revealed Sherlock`s flat stomach... and the knickers she was wearing. It ranged in color from black to anthracite and Sherlock rather liked how it brought out her pale skin. She had always wanted to wear it for someone, but the chance had never presented itself, until today, but maybe it had still been a mistake to put it on.

Sherlock peeked up at John, who stood motionless in the front of the bed, and felt a mortifying flush rise to her cheeks. Christ, what had she thought? When John had said that he wanted to make love to her - no matter how she identified at the time - he certainly hadn`t thought of her dressed like that. He had probably imagined them completely naked by then, so that he could just forget...

"Fair and beautiful," John whispered, a husky note to his voice as he moved to stand in front of Sherlock and gazed down at her. "I have never seen a woman looking so... natural while wearing a negligee. They all appear so tense, as if they don`t really want to wear it and just force themselves for their partner`s sake, but you..." He leaned down and kissed her and Sherlock felt herself relax as she slung her arms around John`s back. Their kiss turned from tender and worshipping to deep and passionate in a matter of moments. Heat coiled in her loins and Sherlock shifted a little on the bed to adjust to the suddenly much tighter briefs. "Dear God, you are perfect, Sherlock," John whispered as he breathed kisses on her jaw, cheeks and nose, before drawing back a little.

She blinked up at him, a happy smile on her lips and let her hands wander over his shirt to the waistband of his trousers. John had already shed his dinner jacket, tie and button-down shirt, therefore only a few clothes were in Sherlock`s way as she started on the belt. John`s pupils dilated farther as she slipped the leather free and threw the belt to the floor, before working the button and zipper of his trousers open. John`s shorts were already filling out nicely, a proof of his attraction to Sherlock. "Eager, aren`t we?" She murmured as she pressed her mouth against John`s underwear and nuzzled his erection through the fabric. "Christ, you are... God!" Sherlock felt John shudder as she reached into his pants and teased the head of his penis with her fingertip while licking him through the fabric once more. "Religious speaking that was a correct statement, from the view of some people." John groaned, but if it was due to Sherlock`s comment or because he simply couldn`t take the teasing any longer was beyond Sherlock. Still, she would take pity on him.

John yelped as he was jerked around and landed ungracefully on the bed. Sherlock didn`t give him time to recover as she jerked his trousers and underwear completely down. John assisted her in kicking them away - after he had regained his balance - and his socks followed, before Sherlock kneeled between his spread legs. "I want to suck you, John!"

He gave a breathy nod and spread his legs even farther like he always did, when Sherlock proposed that specific act to him. Grinning, she closed the fingers of her right hand around his shaft and lowered her mouth over the head of his erection. It twitched in her hand as she blew against it and again when she teased it with her tongue. A quiet moan echoed from John and Sherlock decided that she wanted to hear more of these wonderful sounds. She licked the underside of his shaft and followed the movement of her tongue with her other hand, only to press a wet kiss to the tip of John`s cock. "Tease," he muttered, but his voice was laced with affection and Sherlock decided that it was time to take mercy on him. He groaned, when Sherlock guided him in her mouth, swallowing him as far as possible and tearing another moan from his lips. Sherlock hummed quietly - knowing how much John loved the vibrations that it sent along his shaft - and hollowed her cheeks as she sucked him. His cock twitched in her mouth and she tasted the first bitter drops of pre-come. Sherlock doubled her efforts to please her lover. A hand dropped on her head and Sherlock hummed again, when John grabbed a handful of her locks. She knew that he wouldn`t pull at them or push into her mouth, therefore she rather enjoyed the grip of his fingers in her hair. In some way it was reassuring and gave Sherlock the feeling that they were connected at a deeper level than the mere physical one... which they were. She thought back to John`s declaration of love and sucked him in again.

"You are magnificent," John pressed out and his hand wandered from her head to Sherlock`s cheek. He stroked her gently, feeling where he was in her body and suddenly Sherlock knew what else she wanted tonight. The thought sent heat between her legs and she trembled as she kept on sucking John for another minute, before letting go of him. This time his groan was one of disappointment, but Sherlock drowned it in a kiss. "I want you inside me." She looked up in time to watch John swallow hard at that statement and gave a jerky nod. "Yes, that`s definitely," he licked his lips and gazed down at Sherlock - blue eyes blown open wide with longing and lust. "A great idea. Perfect. Only..." A small frown appeared on his forehead as his mind obviously started to work around the fog of lust that had to cloud it by now. "You will have to tell me how exactly you want it, tonight." John smiled apologetically at her as if it was some oversight on his part that he wasn`t used to that particular side of Sherlock.

She kissed him for it - long and deep - and drew him with her as she stumbled to her feet. They tumbled onto the bed, John landing half on top of Sherlock as he attempted to kiss her, while getting rid of his shirt at the same time. "I wonder how you ever managed to undress yourself without my aid," Sherlock commented as she pulled it over his head and threw it to the side. "It`s good that I have you, then, isn`t it?" John grinned and pressed a kiss to her jaw. He trailed a wet line down to her collarbone and sucked on the flesh right above it, leaving a blooming red mark, which would be visible for days.

Sherlock tossed her head to the side as he grabbed her breasts hard enough to massage her nipples through the fabric, until they were hard and straining against the restraints of the negligee. "I want to keep... the negligee on." Heat crept into her cheeks, but John only nodded. "I`ll be careful not to tear it." His hands found their way underneath the thin fabric, stroking her flat stomach and dipping his tongue into her navel, but staying away from her black knickers. They were slowly becoming uncomfortable tight and damp and Sherlock lifted her hips in a silent plea. John got her meaning at once, although it took him much longer than usual to free Sherlock of her underwear, since he was careful not to touch her crotch. Finally, the offending piece of fabric was taken care of and John inched back up to kiss her again.

It was... awesome, just lying there and exchanging kisses, letting hands wander over each other`s bodies and feeling completely relaxed. Yes, it was nice to slow down for a few minutes and just enjoy their closeness, especially since Sherlock knew that it wouldn`t last for long. John`s erection was hard and throbbing against her thigh and she felt an answering pull in her crotch as well. "Lube," she pressed out between kisses and John obliged at once, betraying how much he yearned for more.

"How do you want it?" he asked once more as he placed the lube on the mattress.

Sherlock frowned. "I don`t want... friction... and I don`t want to see...it." Thankfully, she didn`t have to elaborate what she meant by it, but she could still see the wheels turning in John`s head as he considered how to meet her demands. It almost seemed impossible, especially since Sherlock wasn`t able to come up with a position that would guarantee that both demands were met. She had never achieved orgasm - or even had had penetrative intercourse - with someone, when she was...herself. A few times she had masturbated, but she had been able to do so without touching her genitals or look at them, therefore... Sherlock didn`t have any idea how to go about it.

Obviously, John was much more imaginative than she was, since his face lit up a second later and he scrambled out of the bed and opened one of the drawers of their sideboard. Sherlock blinked, trying to deduce what John was looking for, when he turned around and held out one of Sherlock`s scarves to her. "I always wanted to try that," he murmured secretively and placed the scarf on the nightstand. His words, in combination with his conspiratorial smile finally gave Sherlock the right idea as to what he was up to and she grinned in return.

John climbed back into bed and pressed a lingering kiss to Sherlock`s lips that even made her toes tingle, before he rearranged her on the bed, so that she was on her elbows and knees. "That should work for now," John murmured. A playful slap landed on Sherlock`s buttocks and she yelped in surprise and glowered over her shoulder at John, who winked at her. "You are just irresistible." For good measure, Sherlock glowered again at that, before resting her head back on her arms and raising the lower part of her body a little higher in the air.

"Beautiful!" Kisses were placed on her buttocks and then - finally - a slick finger was pressed against her hole. Sherlock pushed back against John, urging him to go ahead as he massaged the circle of muscle around her opening painfully slowly. "John," she warned in a dark tone as he kept on teasing her. "I`ll do it myself, if you don`t go ahead." A breath hitched behind her and John`s increased breathing told Sherlock that she had managed to push him closer to the edge with her words alone. Maybe, she really should prepare herself some time, only to see how John...

"Oh yes!"

She moaned and sighed contently as John`s first finger entered her. He pushed into her a few times, going deeper each time and Sherlock already imagined how it would feel when some other part of John...

"Ahh... God!"

Sparks shot through her body as John brushed against that hidden spot in her and she shook with the effort to keep her lower body upright as he did it again. A strong arm circled around her waist and bore part of her weight. That would have truly been the wrong position for the following act, Sherlock thought as another finger joined its companion in her.

"John!" His name was merely a gasp as it fell from her lips - prayer and plea at once. Skilled fingers worked their magic inside her, sending sparks of lust through her body and making her crotch throb with need as the flames sparked higher and higher. "Enough!" Sherlock shouted as John pressed against her inner walls again and the movement of them halted in her.

"Close?" Sherlock nodded, still panting as she tried to regain control of her body. It was relief and disappointment at once as John withdrew his fingers from within her and scrambled to the headboard of the bed. Sherlock rolled her eyes, remaining in her former position as John rearranged the pillows, until he could lean comfortably against them as he sat up. He reached for the scarf on the nightstand. "Come here, Sherlock." His voice was a seductive whisper and a powerful command at once. She got up on her knees and noted how the fabric of her negligee stuck to her body as she moved to do as John had said. It was more thrilling - a little filthy in some way - than uncomfortable and Sherlock grinned as she realised that she would have to wash the negligee after tonight... for the first time since she had bought it.

The scarf was wound around her head and sudden darkness enfolded her vision. She blinked a few times and smiled when she was only able to make out the differences of light in the room. Perfect!

John`s hands were on her once more a second later, helping Sherlock to rearrange herself, until she straddled his lap, her back pressed against his front. The head of his erection nudged against her buttocks as she shifted a little. She tasted for John`s hard length, in order to grab it and guide it to her entrance, but it was more difficult than Sherlock had imagined with the blindfold on.

"Here, let me help you," John`s words were accompanied by a little chuckle, but Sherlock didn`t take offense. How could she, when John`s erection glided into her only moments later. A groan escaped Sherlock`s lips as she felt the stretch of her body as it adapted to John`s length. It felt much more intensive than usual and Sherlock vowed to herself that they would use a blindfold more often from now on. They both panted by the time Sherlock had taken all John had to give and they were as close as humanly possible.

"If you hadn`t... held me back... it would have been... faster," Sherlock panted and shuddered delightfully as John`s hands wandered from her hips - where he had gripped Sherlock to stop her from taking him all at once - to her breasts and grabbed them through the thin fabric. His breath was a hot whisper against her ear. "You would have hurt... yourself and I rather like you... in one piece."

Sherlock only huffed. After all, it wasn`t the first time that they made love - and it had been quite rough on occasions - although... in some way it was their first time together. A sappy smile stretched her lips and Sherlock was glad that John couldn`t see her right now. He would have teased her mercilessly for it.

"Firstly you complain... and now... Oh yes!"

This time, Sherlock`s lips turned into a smirk as she started to move her pelvis in circles. John felt so good in her. He always felt good in her, but tonight... it was absolutely amazing. She could feel one hand pressed against her breasts and the other on her hip as she moved faster. John thrust up into Sherlock and met her rhythm with ease as if they were two halves of a coin. Two bodies, which were meant to be one and finally reunited.

Sherlock kept these thoughts to herself, only slightly embarrassed at how poetic they sounded and instead concentrated on the onslaught of sensations all around her. There was John - moving inside her and making wonderful, needy noises. The scent of their mutual arousal in the air. The sliding of silk against her stomach. John`s hand grabbing it, pressing her back against him, thrusting up and... Oh God!

Sherlock moaned loudly, all thoughts gone from her mind as John hit that hidden spot in her over and over again. Her body tingled with pleasure, millions of synapses firing at once and reducing her to a whimpering bundle of lust.

"John... I... close!"

Sherlock wasn`t sure if the words came out recognizable, but somehow she must have managed to get their meaning across, since John doubled his efforts to give her pleasure. "Yes, Sherlock... come for me! My beautiful... girl!"

The last word did it. Sherlock tumbled over the edge with a scream, her whole body trembling with the force of her orgasm as it was wrenched from her. After a couple of thrusts, John followed her and Sherlock groaned once more as he filled her with his semen. She was completely sated and a little lightheaded as well, since she would have almost fallen forward onto the bed, if it hadn`t been for John`s strong hands around her middle. "Careful, sweetheart." John pulled out of her slowly and helped Sherlock to lie down next to him, before he took of the blindfold - which had started to become rather annoying in the aftermath.

"Alright?"

Sherlock snorted at the question and inched closer to John, until their noses were almost touching. "More than that."

A kiss was pressed to her lips and Sherlock was only too happy to return it. "Thank you, John," she murmured, her eyes already starting to close as she snuggled closer to her boyfriend. Strong arms enfolded Sherlock and held her close as she drifted off to sleep, John`s heartbeat a steady thump in her ear.

OOO

"Stupid!"

Sherlock snarled at himself as he stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and inspected his face. The make-up from yesterday was everywhere. His eyelashes were glued together by the mascara and the eyelid line made him look like a panda today. He glared at his face and grabbed some tissues and crème to make himself look presentable once more. His negligee had already found its way into the washbasin and the nail polish would have to come off later.

Sherlock sighed and checked his reflection in the mirror once more, after wiping the crème away with one of the tissues. He nodded contently. At least, the make-up was easy to wipe away, although he wasn`t so sure about the state of their pillows. Mrs. Hudson wouldn`t be amused if they asked her to help them with the laundry. Well, Sherlock shrugged and put on his dressing gown, they could always buy new pillowcases if necessary.

He wandered into the kitchen - following the scent of freshly brewed tea - and slung his arms around John from behind. "Morning." Sherlock pressed a kiss to John`s cheek and smiled when his boyfriend turned his head to return the sentiment.

"Morning, are you going to eat breakfast?" Sherlock considered the question earnestly. They had had a fantastic and rich dinner only ten hours ago and usually that would be enough for him to go on for days. Nevertheless, it wasn`t every night that Sherlock had so incredible sex with John and it had certainly burned a few calories. The rumbling of his stomach took away the decision from Sherlock, when John chuckled and added another two eggs and bacon to the pan.

"I hope you don`t expect me to eat all of that?" Sherlock muttered for good measure and sat down at the kitchen table.

"Yes, I do."

Sherlock merely rolled his eyes at that and sipped tea from his mug, until John put a plate in front of him and sat down with his own. He threw a brilliant smile at Sherlock. "The bacon is especially crisp today."

"You say that every day," Sherlock reminded him, but not without fondness as he dug into his breakfast. They ate in silence for some time, until something occurred to Sherlock and he lowered his fork. "You haven`t ask me as which gender I identify today."

John shrugged and shoveled another forkful of eggs into his mouth. "It doesn`t really matter, does it?" At Sherlock`s perplexed expression, John put his cutlery down and reached across the table for Sherlock`s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I trust you that you tell me if I do something you don`t like and otherwise, it doesn`t matter to me. I love you, that`s the only important thing here."

Sherlock gulped and blamed it on John`s cooking skills as his eyes teared up a little. "I love you, too," he forced out past the lump in his throat.

Their smiles were mirrored on each other`s faces as they continued their breakfast. John was right, Sherlock realised as he glanced up at his boyfriend - who was shoveling eggs and bacon in his mouth - as long as they loved each other, nothing else mattered.