Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

That One Time	By : IDontKnowWhatImDoing Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3087 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or any associated characters, and do not profit from this work.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Bit of a departure from the smut, this is a fluff piece I've been wanted to add for awhile.

That one time John said just the right thing.

Tell Sherlock Holmes that he's brilliant and he'll flash you smile. Tell him that his smile warms your heart and he'll most likely scowl and leave the room.
The reason for this, as Sherlock attempted to explain once, was that verbal expressions of amorous dispositions were detrimental to his psyche but John was pretty sure he just made that up because he was being a smartass at the time.
More simply put, because he is just as much of a smartass as Sherlock, the problem was that talking about certain things freaked the hell out of the emotionally stunted twit.
Luckily it didn't take too long for John to figure this out.
Not too long after the time Sherlock locked himself in his room for hours to avoid a particularly sensitive conversation. A short time after Sherlock decided he would rather face John's anger by having a cigarette than talk about his brother. And very soon after the time Sherlock left the flat for rest of the day when John made the mistake saying he loved him out loud during breakfast.
It was the talking part that gave Sherlock so much trouble. If endearments could be said without words, if John could express affection through actions, or if Sherlock could figure out how to avoid sentimental discussions altogether than everything was fine.
And if you wanted to date the world's only 'acted like a spoiled brat when he didn't get his way' consulting detective that's just the way it was.
So between the two of them it became a strange dance of games and gestures, distractions and body language.
- If John wanted to say how much he appreciated Sherlock's almost constant attention he only need to look up and smile while Sherlock watched him.
- When John about lost his mind worrying about their upcoming party, Sherlock's chosen method of helping John not think about it was to 'accidentally' explode animal blood all over the kitchen a few hours before the event.
- Instead of asking 'do you want to talk about it' when Sherlock had a rather nasty row with his brother, John spent the evening lightly kissing every single mole on Sherlock's body.
- Taking longer than normal in the bathroom counting gray hairs one morning, John quickly forgot all about feeling old while he and Sherlock argued about who got to use the Top Hat playing piece for Monopoly that Sherlock setup while waiting for him in the sitting room.
- Making harder and harder passwords for Sherlock to figure out on his laptop was the simplest way to let Sherlock know how much he cared for the gloating fool.
- Instead of the easy method of just saying 'I'm happy you're in my life' Sherlock would plot and plan mind games that could last hours, days and sometimes months.
- If Sherlock wanted to discuss anything that might make John get emotional he made it extremely difficult for John to think with the excessive amount of groping.
- And Sherlock wasn't the only one good at distractions. Instead of a conversation about making Sherlock's bedroom their bedroom, they argued for an hour about why John was a bastard for throwing away Sherlock's current nasty experiment with one quick break in the middle for John to shout 'help me move my stuff into your room' and Sherlock yelling back 'Okay'.
- And the most appreciated way of saying I love you? John just had to put on the jumper he wore that day when everything fell into place and they moved from friends to lovers. Though the jumper never stayed on long.
Their strange dance, avoiding any and everything that made Sherlock uncomfortable. It just was the way it was and after four and a half years it had been that way so long that John wasn't ready for Sherlock dropping an emotional bomb on him without any distractions so that all he could think of was talking, talking a god damn lot.
.. ..
Having a very normal day, a very normal dinner and a very non-gropey cab ride John assumed they would be settling down on the couch to watch some telly before bed, a very non-distracting normal day.
Making a stop in the bathroom when they got home, he came out to find Sherlock not on the couch and in his place just a small box.
After he opened it and saw what was inside John wanted, needed, had to talk. The gift Sherlock had given him pretty much required discussions, demanded questions and forced an outpouring of emotions.
It was almost too much for John to cope. So he sat on the couch for a very long time while Sherlock patiently waited in their bedroom. He playing through everything he was going to say, every way to say it without Sherlock leaving the flat, every variation of getting answers to those questions.
Eventually sorting out what he needed to say John made his way to the bedroom. Sherlock was lying on top of the covers, a journal up hiding his face.
Slowly the magazine lowered just enough for Sherlock to peer over the top.
"Sherlock…"
His grip noticeably tightened around the magazine, hands slightly shaking.
"Sherlock…why are your clothes still on?"
And it was just the right thing to say.
The journal was tossed aside revealing an exceptionally grateful smile and John climbed into bed smiling back. Very quickly their clothes joined the journal on the floor.
Neither of them said a word about the gold band that John was now wearing on his ring finger. They did say a lot of other words between a lot of moaning, groping, kissing and grunting but nothing about the ring.
And they continued to say nothing the next morning when John made breakfast and Sherlock sat down at the table now wearing a matching ring.
It wasn't a proposal, it wasn't an engagement, and it would probably never be official because all of those things would require verbal expressions of amorous dispositions.
It just was the way it was and John wouldn't want it any other way.
- 6
- 7
- 8
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Adult-FanFiction.Org is not in any way associated with or related to FanFiction.Net

Adult-FanFiction.org (AFF, the site), its owners, agents, and any other entities related to Adult-FanFiction.org or the AFF forum take no responsibility for the works posted to the Adult-FanFiction.org by its members.

While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.

All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.

Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!

Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo

That One Time