If anyone had looked into John's future and saw the life he was currently living, they might think their crystal ball was broken. As it was, John was just chuffed to be living this rather strange, exciting life with a high functioning sociopath for a boyfriend. Nothing was boring, the sex was phenomenal, and John knew he had a purpose in life again. The romantic gestures were just the icing on top of the cake, John making sure Sherlock knew how much he appreciated them at night under (or completely without) the covers. They took care of each other in ways most wouldn't think would work, but they did. And it would take quite a lot to ruin that crazy life they've set out for themselves. John wouldn't have it any other way
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Sherlock had learned a considerable amount already, a glance over his dog tags giving him a few new pieces of information to consider. 'JHW' had him wondering what his middle name was, making a note to have a look at his ID the next time he got the chance. His surname and service number were next, followed by his blood type. Type O Negative, universal donor, which made perfect sense just like Sherlock being AB Positive, universal recipient, made sense. John was so generous that Sherlock was idly surprised that he had any blood left in his body at this point. Beyond the information printed on them, he liked the look and feel of the tags and wondered vaguely if John would ever allow him to wear them
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There was nothing quite like adding more annoyance to an already rather heavy day, taking up the very last of the doctor's patience when the tube station nearest the clinic was shut down. It was miles to the nearest one, and a taxi right now would take hours to get home in this sort of traffic. Instead, he took the slightly healthier way out and decided to walk to the next station entrance, despite his lack of energy
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When he'd finished examining the uniform, he moved on to the books and papers. He skimmed over the journal for a few minutes, pausing on a few pages of interest before setting it aside. He'd read more of it later, but he was too intrigued by the pictures right now. There were various pictures of John in his uniform that he flipped through, always able to pick him out immediately even when he was surrounded by other soldiers.
John was attractive all the time, that much was true, but Sherlock never would have guessed how much he liked looking at him in uniform. Maybe he could convince him to put on the clean uniform and order him about a little for a laugh. He smirked to himself at the idea, the thought of John in full soldier mode in the bedroom more than a little appealing. Another photo had him grinning for another reason, the image of John with the puppy in his pocket was so utterly John, it amused the hell out of him. He really loved that John would concern himself with the welfare of a puppy in a war zone
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John was attractive all the time, that much was true, but Sherlock never would have guessed how much he liked looking at him in uniform. Maybe he could convince him to put on the clean uniform and order him about a little for a laugh. He smirked to himself at the idea, the thought of John in full soldier mode in the bedroom more than a little appealing. Another photo had him grinning for another reason, the image of John with the puppy in his pocket was so utterly John, it amused the hell out of him. He really loved that John would concern himself with the welfare of a puppy in a war zone ( ... )
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