Stranger: Sherlock lay sprawleStranger: Sherlock lay sprawled out on the sofa, it was a hot day and he had taken to only wearing his sheet, the only thing (short of walking around nude) that he could be bothered to find. After an hour and still no cases, he figured John wouldn't be home for a while and he found himself inexplicably aroused, sighing indignantly before giving into his body's needs and lightly stroking himself to relieve the heat in the pit of his stomach, illiciting deep languid moans that reverberated deeply in his chest. "Jooohn.." He couldn't help himself thinking of the army doctor, his name rolling off of his lips.
You: John didn't know why he went to the self check out if it always ended with him yelling at it. He really did hate making a fool of himself. He just wanted to go home now.
Stranger: Feeling himself nearly coming undone, he gasped and writhed, moaning John's name louder before finally spilling across his stomach and laying lazily across the sofa, waiting for the afterglow to cease b
One of the best Johnlock RPsYou: Sherlock felt bad for making John think he was dead but making things right with him didn't seem like something that would a walk in the park.
Stranger: John sat in the empty, cold flat. Three years, it had been three years to the day since... He still couldn't even bring himself to think the word.
You: Sherlock new he couldn't just walk in there as if nothing had happened. John would most likely be upset with him. He needed help, some way back into John's life.
Stranger: John felt empty, like a shell. He felt like a massive part of him had been ripped out since that day. Nothing had felt right since. He had already tried to kill himself once, but Mycroft had found him before he could go through with it.
You: The only one he could think of that could help him was his brother. He would need to let his brother know that he couldn't let any one but him and John know that he was really still alive. So he had it set up so that his brother would call for John and take him some where for
You: You think far to much. SHYou: You think far to much.
Stranger: And you're on to talk. JW
You: ....That so?
Stranger: I'm not the one who analyses everyone I meet. JW
You: Yes, well...
Stranger: My point proven. So why do I think too much? JW
You: Thats is because you still have some much to ask yet your mouth is staying shut. Why is that?
Stranger: Because social convention requires me to filter my thoughts. JW
You: That or there are things you don't want to ask bacause you have fears of asking them.
Stranger: Yes, and... JW
You: Your fear is that it might be something that will leave hurt you and alone once more is that right?
Stranger: I'm not going into deep psychological diagnosis through text messages. JW
You: Well then I'm coming back to the flat.
Stranger: Fine, I'll see you later. JW
You: Yes you will.
You: It didn't take long for Sherlock to get back to the flat. He just walks in and sits down. "John, was I right?"
Stranger: "Somewhat. I just prefer to leave things as
Stranger: sherlock, come home Stranger: sherlock, come home -JW
You: Are you ok? Is something not right John? Did something happen? -SH
Stranger: Sherlock, please -JW
You: Ok. I'm on my way. -JW
Stranger: "Sherlock?" John asked as he heard the front door slam
You: Sherlock comes in and stands just a few feet from John. "Yes, John."
Stranger: John smiled. "good your back"
You: Sherlock grin and nods. "Yes. Was there something you needed to tell me?"
Stranger: "Um yeah. Sit down,"
You: Sherlock sits down keeping his eyes on John, still grinning.
Stranger: "Um... how long have we been friends?"
You: "I can say we have been friends for some time now."
Stranger: "Right... well, I feel differently" John looked down at the ground, his face bright red
You: "I see that. Your face is red."
Stranger: "Brilliant deduction sherlock."
You: "Yes, they always are. Thank you."
Stranger: "Sarcasm sherlock"
You: "But you can't say it's not true."
Stranger: John stuck his toungue out then carried on. "I- I think I'm in love with you"