Fic: Little things - Chapters 24 & 25 of 62 - Beg & Break

[bradspyjamas]

Title: Little things
Author: bradspyjamas
Rating: PG13 - mpreg with mentions of sex but nothing graphic (although Chapter 24 is pushing the boundries!)
Status: WIP - all chapters written but later ones being edited.
Tags: Johnlock, Post-Reichenbach, Mpreg, Omegaverse (my own version), angst, fluff, established relationship.
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to ACD, the BBC, Moffat and Gatiss - no copyright infringement intended.
Summary: John held himself together after Sherlock jumped but the emotional strain was enormous and Sherlock didn't fare much better. When Sherlock finally returned they were both just so glad to reaffirm their bond they didn't really think about the future, or if they did they simply assumed their lives would carry on as they always had. 

Needless to say they soon discover that their prolonged separation has had a very specific effect on John; the results of which mean nothing will ever be the same again.

Told entirely in 221B’s this story charts all the little things Sherlock and John experience as their lives change forever.  

The B’s so far are Blood, Breathe, Bag, Beta, Bucket, Brother, Brilliant, Bet, Best, Bother, Bang, Bleak, Beginning, Baby, Born, Biscuit, Beneath, Bump, Basement, Beetroot, Blimp, Blur, Benedict, Beg & Break.

Author's Note: This isn't standard Omegaverse because, as I'm not comfortable writing dub/non-con scenes, I decided to create my own version. If you want to know more about it, I've done an explanatory post here.

Chapter 24 - Beg

Sherlock barely gets the door open before John's pushing him inside, spinning him, then pinning him against the wall. The curve of John's belly presses tightly against his groin and then John's tugging him down for a kiss that is all about possession and desperation and … Christ, Sherlock's helpless against this kind of fervour.

'John,' he gasps when he finally gets control of his mouth, 'John slow down! It's fine.'

'Not fine,' John's hands are moving, Sherlock's shirt is off almost before he can take another breath, 'I've wanted you All. Bloody. Day ... Please Sherlock, I need you. Now.'

Sherlock doesn't bother responding in words, instead winding his arms round John's trembling frame and kissing him, again and again, until John's boneless in his arms and he can get them off the wall and onto the sofa.

'God I love you,' he says into the curve of John's neck, hands sweeping across John's shoulders and then down, caressing the bump before moving lower, feather light touches that turns John's breath to sobs.

'Please Sherlock, please,' John's hands are tugging futilely at his belt, all co-ordination gone. 'I feel … it's like my heat ... intense but ... different … oh God I can't ... Sherlock!'

'Shush, I'm here,' Sherlock's own movements are now bordering on frantic, 'I've got you. It's OK. You don't have to beg.'

Chapter 25 - Break

‘Are you ill?’ Greg asks when Sherlock staggers rather than strides up to the crime scene, ‘You look awful.’

‘I’m fine,’ Sherlock’s voice is rough and his usual curtness is missing, ‘Show me the body.’

‘Not until you tell me what’s wrong with you,’ Greg hisses, grabbing Sherlock’s elbow and towing him into a nearby alley. ‘The last time you look this rough was …’ he swallows, meeting Sherlock’s eyes fiercely, ‘Please, tell me I’m wrong, Sherlock.’

Sherlock looks at him blankly for a second - something that frightens Greg more than his shadowed eyes and unsteady gait - and then his face clears.

‘You think I’m high?’

‘You’re doing a damn good impression of it,’ Greg snaps, face tight.

Sherlock inhales deeply and straightens, trying to pull himself together, ‘I’m not on drugs, Lestrade. I’m exhausted.’

When Greg’s face remains incredulous he sighs, a pink tinge appearing along his cheekbones. ‘John's pregnancy has reached the point where his, uh, desire for certain activities has increased exponentially. I'm finding fulfilling his needs ... challenging.’

Greg stares at Sherlock for a moment and then starts to laugh, 'Sorry Sherlock, I just ... God, you poor sod, John's completely done you in!'

Sherlock slumps back against the wall, nodding.

'Here,' Greg pushes his keys into Sherlock's hand, 'forget the case, take my spare room. You need a break.'

Previous chapters - Chapters 1, 2 & 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 |   Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12  | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapters 22 & 23 
Next chapter - Chapter 26

Comments

[auntiesuze.livejournal.com]

That second one! BWAH! Poor Sherlock...done in by too much awesome sex. XDDDDD

[bradspyjamas.livejournal.com]

I know - the vision I have in my head of exactly how Sherlock looks is ... lets just say extremely well shagged doesn't cover it :)