Prompt #9 from hungryghost:
Could you write a Johnlock that isn’t smutty but really cute?? Also I think cats need to be in the storyline somehow.
My apologies, hungryghost. I did not manage the cats. I hope this is cute enough to make up for it!
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Sometimes, when London has gone to cold rain and October drear and Sherlock doesn’t have anything on, they like to stay in, drape over one another on the sofa, and kiss each other silly.
Lips work against each other, stroking, gripping, tugging, brushing. Tongues lick and jab and slip and tease. The sensation of their noses sliding against each other as they change the angles of their heads is so sweet that they slow down, pull away an inch or two, and spent several minutes simply nuzzling at one another—the line of Sherlock’s cheekbones, the curve under John’s eyebrow.
John relaxes into the feeling of Sherlock’s long fingers working through his hair. He’s grown it out just enough to give them traction. His own hands are busy burying into Sherlock’s curls till they twine about his fingers like grabby, silken vines. That wicked little smirk Sherlock gets on his face drives John mad, and he knows it, the insufferable git, so John bites him right on the prominent chin. Shows him for having such pointy, accessible facial features.
Sherlock laughs, eyes glinting, and dips his head to catch John’s throat gently in his teeth.
They have a crackling fire, two cups of tea steaming on the coffee table, and each other to wrap themselves up in. They don’t need to go anywhere at all.