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"Honeybees." Sherlock found himself murmuring softly into John's hair, fingers curling in the woolly fabric of the short man's jumper. "We'll keep honeybees, and I'll serve you the freshest honey with your tea every day. I'll give you honeycombs too. And we'll set up a clinic, just for you, your own private clinic, just for you, John. We'll still solve crimes together, of course, maybe go back to London a few times, but I can do most by email." he paused, feeling his heart swell in his chest, feeling it rise up his throat and he was babbling now. "We'll have a dog, of course, a loyal one. A perfect one, John. And-" He was silenced by a pair of thin, warm familiar lips against his own and a soft laugh. "Sherlock, calm down. We can think about that later, okay?" the words were just a ghost of breath between them. "For now," a hand was sliding down his chest and Sherlock practically purred. "For now, we'll worry about right this second, okay?" Sherlock's eyes fluttered shut, a pleased smile coming across his features as he sought out John's lips once again. "Okay." ((Warnings: Johnlock, boyxboy, possible eventual smut, fluff. Like seriously, so much fluff. Kidlock Teenlock Marriagelock.))
Of Honeybees and First Meetings
