John smirked and stretched out on the messy covers, his hand curling over his abdomen, while he spread his legs a little.

Sherlock walked back with a camera. "You're my next meal."

John smirked and quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, you're a cannibal now?" he asked, lowering his hand a little.

"Only for you…" he kissed and licked his chest with a playful tongue.

John giggled a bit and ran a hand through Sherlock's curls. "Silly man. Now, do you want to eat me before the photos or after?"

"Let's do half the photos while you're still conscious, and half after," he winked.

John laughed and pulled Sherlock in for a loving kiss. "Whatever you want, my love," he said warmly, stroking the man's curls. "Now, how do you want me?"

Sherlock frowned thoughtfully, before leaving the room with a devious smirk, "I'll be right back," he purred, walking out with a slight swagger.

John bit his lip and covered himself up a bit, feeling very silly now to expose himself like that.

Sherlock returned with an apple and some flowers, beaming.

"John, I did say you were my meal. Don't you watch films at all?" he smirked.

John's eyes widened. "No, Lockie, no no No! I am not lying there naked with an apple in my mouth like some sort of... pig."

Sherlock giggled. "Aww, shame. I can get strawberries instead?" he teased.

John suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared at his boyfriend. Then, he thrust his hand forward, demanding the apple. "Give it."

Sherlock looked a little worried now about what John was going to do with it. "It was just a joke, Johnny, I'm sorry."

John scoffed and once more demanded the apple. He smirked when Sherlock hesitantly gave it to him, and then bit into it, and lay on his back, sprawled over the bed...with the apple in his mouth and his eyes half-closed.

Sherlock looked him over for a whole minute, his only response a soft rumble in the back of his throat. "John…" he breathed softly.

John smirked and bent one leg, setting his foot flat on the bed, tilting his head just a little as if to say, 'Hurry up, love.'

"Oh! Yes!" he grabbed the camera and took a few shots from different angles, grinning, "Photogenic, you are."

John spit out the apple and got on his hands and knees, crawling over to Sherlock. "Thank you," he purred. "I...do my best."

Sherlock kneeled down to be level with him. "And your best appears to be my perfection."

John narrowed his eyes at the camera when Sherlock made the picture, then sat back cross-legged. "Hmmm. Any positions you want?"

Sherlock thought for a moment, "You can just be natural for a few."

John nodded and took on a slightly more natural pose, smirking at the camera. After that, he shivered and said he'd rather be wearing a dressing gown, so he got up and grinned. "You can make a sexy picture out of that one..."

Sherlock, unable to hide his reaction, nodded with red cheeks and kneeled down, snapping a few.

John just kept giving the camera a cheeky smirk, until he snatched the camera away from Sherlock. "My turn. Get naked, gorgeous."

Sherlock gave him a flirty smile, slowly untying his dressing down. It dropped in a heap at his feet.

John sighed happily when he let his eyes wander over Sherlock's body, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. "You are so beautiful. How did I never notice that?" he asked softly, stepping closer to give his boyfriend a deep kiss.

Sherlock blushed, eyes falling closed as they kissed, "Mmm…you did…that's why you…you wanted to be my boyfriend…" he murmured during their air-breaks.

John grinned and whispered, "Shut up and kiss me," before leaning in and gently pushing Sherlock back on the bed.

Sherlock smirked into their kiss, falling back onto the bed and tugging John atop him. He decided not to think about the fact that this might be one of the last times they'd be doing this before John left again.

John had the same thoughts, so he tried very much to make it special for Sherlock. Afterwards, he held him in his arms, pulled close against his chest. "I love you," he said softly. "Please remember that."

"I will, my John. Never forget that I love you too – and always will. I'll wait as long as it takes."

"Thank you, Lockie," John smiled warmly at his boyfriend and kissed him softly, watching him as he fell asleep.
As soon as Sherlock was asleep, John sighed and gently sat up, grabbing a dressing gown and wrapping that around him. H grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen and began the hard job of writing a letter on case something happened.
When he was done, he folded it up, taped it closed and sealed it with a kiss.

Sherlock, getting restless due to the loss of his bed partner, turned and tossed a little, making a small whimpery noise.

John looked up into the direction of the bedroom, and knew that if he went to sleep, he'd wake up to having to leave. He slowly put the letter against the skull, gave it a gentle brush of the fingers, and returned to the bed, slipping between the sheets.

Author's Note: SherlockedSherlockian

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