The rain battered on Sherlock's umbrella in a desperate attempt to reach them, but neither man showed any sign of noticing it.
Huddled against Sherlock, half-inside his coat, John drew heat from his wiry body and thin lips. His head was tilted back to reach, his throat bare and undefended as Sherlock tasted every inch of his mouth, sucked the rain from his lips and pushed deeper, always deeper. It's like being examined, inside and out, while John's hand clutched white-knuckled to the handle of Sherlock's umbrella, the only thing standing between them and a soaking afternoon.
Sherlock hardly seemed to notice, planting his hands on either side of John's head. His fingers clenched against the dripping strands of John's hair and he began to slide back from their first kiss. Barely a heartbeat passed before he was back, again and again until John felt like he was drowning in it, every sense overcome; first kiss turned to second turned to third.
By the time Sherlock was done with him, there was no more need for the umbrella.
Sherlock/John
Huddled against Sherlock, half-inside his coat, John drew heat from his wiry body and thin lips. His head was tilted back to reach, his throat bare and undefended as Sherlock tasted every inch of his mouth, sucked the rain from his lips and pushed deeper, always deeper. It's like being examined, inside and out, while John's hand clutched white-knuckled to the handle of Sherlock's umbrella, the only thing standing between them and a soaking afternoon.
Sherlock hardly seemed to notice, planting his hands on either side of John's head. His fingers clenched against the dripping strands of John's hair and he began to slide back from their first kiss. Barely a heartbeat passed before he was back, again and again until John felt like he was drowning in it, every sense overcome; first kiss turned to second turned to third.
By the time Sherlock was done with him, there was no more need for the umbrella.
The rain had stopped.