"Naturally, together." Sherlock knit his brows together. "I have not read you incorrectly." There was slight uncertainty in the statement even though he tried to sound overconfident.

"Of course. I'm here to be used." John's ears turned pink and he licked his lips. Please have me. Although John was pretty sure that he didn't mean it completely in the sense of the case. He really wanted Sherlock to accept him as a person- gain his respect and trust. John could already tell that that was rare for Sherlock and it was hardly ever bestowed upon anyone.

"John. Do you really have to say that? Are not all the facts obviously pointing in the same direction?" Sherlock frowned lightly. He seemed annoyed to be the only one seeing what must be written all over ever action he had done since they had met. I do not going around kissing every man I share rooms with. It practically yelled at him.

John fought the urge to slap his hand against his forehead. Normally, he would try to read too much into a situation. Now he hadn't seen enough and it all collimated to one conclusion- Sherlock wanted him just as bad. They may have not worked out everything yet, however the physical attraction was undeniable.

John leaned forward and pressed his lips to Sherlock's surprised ones. Sherlock recovered quickly and one of hands reached out to pull John closer. John crawled on his knees until they knocked up against Sherlock's crossed legs. Suddenly lips weren't enough and John's hands sought out the other man.

Their first kiss had been chaste and their second had been friendly. Their third was a combination of the first two that swiftly morphed into something new. Sherlock's teeth clashed against John's as he tried to tilt his head to deepen the kiss. John brought his hand up to Sherlock's neck and was surprised to feel skin. WIth a blush, he remembered that the other man was only wrapped in a sheet.

John's tongue dipped in farther and made sure that every part of Sherlock's mouth had been tasted with it. Sherlock was also busy with his hands- John could feel them pressing up against his front and undo the first few buttons of his shirt.

John let out a low groan as he shifted, trying to get closer. Sherlock let out a frustrated sound and grabbed John by his upper arm. He gently prodded the man into his lap. John tried not think about the erection that was happily pressing up against his ass. The sheet had begun to fall and John's hand worked its way down to brush through the small patch of dark hair in the middle of Sherlock's chest. John fought with the urge between wanting to keep kissing Sherlock and to catch a peek at the pale chest now bared.

John could feel Sherlock's heart beating and he didn't have to time the beats to tell it was accelerated. The conformation thrilled John and he coaxed Sherlock's tongue with his own. He pulled back slightly so that he could nip at Sherlock's lower lip. Sherlock wrapped his arms around John and ran a hand up into the hair at the nape of his neck.

Their mouths clashed back and forth as John pulled back slightly, he sucked at Sherlock lips and tongue. Sherlock groaned low and thrust his hips up lightly to grind against John's ass. John rocked across Sherlock's lap and the need to have his own erection touched was overwhelming.

As was becoming a natural state, Sherlock was a mind reader. His hand traveled down and it pressed up along John's caged cock. John wasn't sure how far they were suppose to being taking it, but he was fairly certain that if they didn't stop soon, he wouldn't be able to stop until one of them was fucking the other. John's cock twitched at the thought of it. He had spent more time staring at Sherlock's ass than he should have and if it looked half as good than he did clothed, than Sherlock was in for a ride.

"Are you in there? Mr. Holmes? Dr. Watson?" There came another pounding at the front door. John cursed and continued to bit at Sherlock's swollen lips. Whoever it is, they're just going to have to wait. Nothing mattered in that moment than the man who was getting under his skin like no one else ever had before.

"John, as much as I would love to agree with you, I need to get that." Sherlock gasped out in between kisses. John growled and bit down on Sherlock's lip one last time. Now that he had started, John's possessive side was in full force.

"Fine, but we're not done yet." He scooted out of Sherlock's lap not wanting to stand up.

"I will hold you to that promise." Sherlock eyes were hazy and it made John want to pull him down into another hard kiss. "I'll be there in a moment!"

The knocking at the door finally stopped. John figured he could get the door but he needed a moment to calm the roaring in his ears. His cock ached and trying to get his erection to go away was going to take a few minutes. He closed his eyes and recited all the bones in the body.

Sherlock finally walked out his bedroom with his hair sleeked back and grey suit. He had poured water over his head and John smirked. Even though he had only been in his bedroom for a few minutes, his suit looked impeccable and John wondered if the man could ever look ruffled. Wait a minute. Why didn't he just change earlier? John turned crimson and ducked his head as Sherlock opened the door. Of course the lunatic would wait around in a sheet till I came back.

"Oh, Mr. Holmes." Molly was pale and she clutched her parasol in her hands. "It's so awful. I spoke with Mrs. Hudson and she's so worried about what her husband may do. I think Mr. Moriarty might be serious this time. After the bank robber and everything I just..."

Sherlock put up his hand to stop Molly's rambling. "Please, come in. Sit down. John was just going to make some tea." Sherlock eyed John and he got up from his position on the floor. John hoped that Molly was too busy worrying about her own problems to wonder why he had been sitting on the floor.

Sherlock let Molly through the sea of scattered papers and sat her down on John's chair.

John had never poured water into a kettle or lit the stove as fast as he did to get back to hear what Molly had to say.

"...I just don't know what to do!" Molly held in a sob but her face was steadily getting paler. "I can't believe I almost married that monster!" She spat out the last word with more venom than John would have ever thought the petit girl capable of.

Sherlock's hands were steepled under his chin and he had closed his eyes. John put a smoothing hand of Molly's shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. She sniffled and dabbed her eyes.

"Molly, I need you to look after the doctor for awhile." Sherlock opened his eyes but they still looked as if they were somewhere else.

"Sherlock, whatever you plan on doing, I'm going with you." The kettle began to whistle and John cursed. He walked quickly back into the kitchen and took the kettle off. He didn't bother to get any cups and instead went back to the sitting room.

Sherlock was standing up and patting down his suit. "John, you are to stay with Molly." There was finality in Sherlock's voice. John knew it wasn't open for discussion, but it didn't make accepting the situation any easier.

"Fine. Just stay safe." It hurt every fiber in John to let Sherlock go alone but the man had to have his reasons and John was going to respect them. But when Sherlock got back they were going to need to have a serious conversation about that their new partnership...friendship...whatever the hell it was going on between them and what it meant.

Molly stood up. "Yes, I'll feel more comfortable having him at the Saloon with me." She gave him a weak smile and John did his best to return it.

John turned his head back to Sherlock. "Just bring that knife with you, okay?"

Sherlock nodded and patted his hip. He already had it with him.