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[akahisbitch]

Someone Is Sleeping in My Bed!
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Dr. John Watson || BBC's Sherlock

[hamishforaname]

[hamishforaname]

John presses into the kiss, wanting to make it as long as possible. He grins, nipping back.

"Oh did you, Ms. Morstan?" His hand bravely travels upward.

[mmorstan]

"I had my suspicions, anyway. I deduced that you wanted more," she teases, her nose wrinkling. Her words are interrupting with a muffled gasp as his fingers brush more sensitive skin.

[hamishforaname]

"Oh did you?" He raises an eyebrow. "That's amazing." He leans over to kiss her again.

[mmorstan]

"Oh, yes, a master of deduction, I am," she laughs, rubbing her nose against his. "Like, I can tell that you are certainly going to let your hands wander."

[hamishforaname]

He grins, "They aren't wander. They know exactly where they're going." He gives her a wink as his hands finally make to her breasts. He lightly cups one in hand.

[mmorstan]

She bites her lip when he touches here there and she kisses him quickly, falling quiet.

[hamishforaname]

John is falling apart with each touch. Something about Mary just sets him off.

[mmorstan]

"Here," is her simple offer, and she pulls away from him briefly to pull off the shirt, exposed, save for her green knickers hidden under the sheets. Mary tucks a blonde curl behind her ear and smiles at him sheepishly.

[hamishforaname]

John pulls away a bit and smiles softly when she removes her shirt. "Mary," he says her name softly and in a moan. His hands comes out to run up her body again and he moves himself to be over her.

[mmorstan]

She lays back for him, her arms stretched over her head. Her back arches and she relaxes beneath him. Mary likes how he says her name like that, in a sort of lusty whisper.

[hamishforaname]

John smiles down at her. "I love you, Mary." He tells her because he doesn't want this to be just empty, normal sex. No, this is suppose to be what the term 'making loves' means.

[mmorstan]

"I love you, John," Mary whispers in return, reaching to run her fingers through the cropped strands of his hair. She drapes her arms over his shoulders, bringing him down to her for a deep, warm kiss.

[hamishforaname]

John leans into the kiss, pressing some of his body against hers to make it. He runs a hand up her right leg to find the green knickers he knows are there.

[mmorstan]

She helps him tug at her underthings, setting them aside next to his bed. Lifting a hand, Mary pushes her blonde hair away from her face, wanting to look at him better, eyes ever warm, and full of fondness for him.

[hamishforaname]

John grins at her, he reaches out to tuck some of her stray hair out of her face. He leans in for another kiss, and his hands moves over her body softly.