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As annoying as they were, John felt that it’s been a while since he visited old 221B and the couple who now dwelled in sheer genius, basking in their intelligence. Sherlock and his long-term girlfriend, (Y/N), were no laughing matter.

They were an unstoppable force. Everyone who knew the pair was aware of how they spent most of their time solving cases, experimenting and just being plain sociopathic. Three things their mutual friend hoped they weren’t doing away with at this moment.

It was interesting how madly in love they were, although; too prideful to say it out loud. Anyone who had a brain could see how he or she amused and fascinated one another. They were each other’s strength and Achilles’ heel.

After ringing the doorbell, John waited outside with a small gift in hand. It was a nothing huge; a new tea set he and Mary had bought the weekend they went shopping. Mrs. Hudson came out to welcome him in, a bright smile plastered on her face.

“Oh, been a long time, ain’t it?”

“Yes, yes.” They hugged before John asked; “Say, Mrs. Hudson, are the star-crossed lovers of 221B up there?”

“They have been since yesterday. Neither wanted to accept clients. They wouldn’t even let me in! I reckon it’s something important; a ruckus up there since last night.”

“Were they arguing?” Suddenly, his face was full of concern and worry. Sherlock couldn’t possibly let this one go; not this one. She was perfect for him!

“Debating, yes. I heard about an experiment.”

Knowing those two, they’re probably trying out something that could knock people out within a 20 mile-radius. John thought.

“Better check up on them. It was nice seeing you again.”

Before dropping the gift off and mustering up enough strength to go up the stairs, John thought it would be okay to visit his old room. Before moving downstairs and into her boyfriend’s arms, it became (Y/N)’s room after John had moved out.

Normally, it would’ve been stripped off her things and personal belongings, but John saw how perfectly decorated it still was. It remained in tact; her things littered the vicinity like a land mine. Yet something huge was cut out of the picture, it was her set of chemicals and experiments. Another thing she and Sherlock had in common was their love for experimenting and Chemistry. She must’ve put them away, John thought. As peculiar as it sounded, John put the matter aside. He’d asked about that later.

They were no ordinary couple. They didn’t have pet names for each other. They didn’t like going out to see a movie or watch plays. They weren’t fond of going out of town.

Instead, they’d bond in silence; John has witnessed it before. There was no candle-lit dinner involved, no glasses of wine, there was occasional violin-playing by courtesy of his former roommate, but neither of them talked aloud. (Y/N) would be too absorbed on whatever she read to jam along the beautiful rhythm Sherlock played.

They would either sit on the couch for hours, immobile and serene. Sherlock did this long before she came into the picture. His process of thinking matched hers. They shun the world around them, and it was quite sweet if you think about it. They ignored most things including people who dared interrupt their crime-solving.

They’d stare into blank spaces; the only thing that connected them to the real world was the feeling of their hands touching. The warmth of their palms collided as they both tried to figure out who was to blame. It was sweet.

“Okay, let’s see.” Sherlock coughed on the other end of the green door that John assumed was bolted.

(Y/N) followed his pursuit. “Alright. How about you get on top and I’ll… aha! I’ll put it on? That’s how this thing works, right?”

“Yes. I think it’ll help if we do this on a flat surface. Does the bedroom sound good?”

“We can’t possibly do it in the bedroom, Sherlock. You know how I despise stained sheets.”

Stained sheets? What in the bloody hell were these two up to? John eavesdropped. He set the gift down and perched his ear on the door.

“Would you rather have it on the counter-top? We can just wipe whatever comes out after.” Sherlock defended.

“Fair enough. Counter, it is!”

Footsteps littered the ground. Things were moved and fast. He was convinced that it was just his perverted side assuming that something was going on, but before he could even knock; (Y/N) squealed all of a sudden.

“Sherlock, I’m soaking wet and it’s all your fault!” (Y/N) hit something John concluded as to being Sherlock’s chest after his remark

“You’re welcome?”

John’s face was drained of its color. Making it paler than it was. He heard shuffling across the room, then a loud thump that came with a string of things dropping to meet the tiled ground. (Y/N) appeared to have landed on top because of the high-pitched squeal that came along with the thump.

He heard Sherlock say; “I’ll take yours off…” with a stutter. John knew something was going on.

“Feel free.”

“I will be once this is over.” A zipping noise made John’s mind explode, what were they up to?

Was Sherlock doing the impossible? Well, impossible for him. Being involved in a relationship was impossible enough, and whatever was happening in there was unreal.

“Hey, don’t sound so aggravated. You wanted this more than I did. I’m just doing this for the sake of our relationship.” A groan followed by buttons being ripped open.

“Don’t play the girlfriend card on me, (Y/N).”

“Just doing my job, sweets.” (Y/N) chuckled.

For a moment, John considered barging into the room. He knew eavesdropping was wrong but the words were too filthy for the man-child he once knew as the most likely to die with his work, yet here he was. Probably stripping a woman who was in the same category of asexuality, engaging in something unspeakable to say the least.

This was normal, right? They’re basically and technically a couple. Couples, they get intimate. They express their appreciation for one another by doing extracurricular activities. But then again, they weren’t a basic couple.

John’s thoughts were interrupted by (Y/N)’s shriek and tiny moans of frustration. He reckoned Sherlock has done something too extreme for her taste. It made him blush even more.

“AH! Sherlock! Don’t touch that!”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m your girlfriend and I said so.”

“Illogical. If this is how we’re going to do it, then fine. I’m your boyfriend; therefore, I have the right to touch it. I asked you properly, and you accepted. I have it all under control. Trust me on this.” He could hear him pleading on the other end.

“Okay, fine! I hope it won’t be like this next time.”

“It won’t, darling. It’s our first time. Things don’t go well the first time from what I’ve heard. This is for that milestone you’ve always been blabbing about. I’m doing this for you, for us.”

“That’s very comforting.” She said sarcastically. “Just get it in. All this waiting is making me go crazy.”

“I don’t need an explanation to clearly see how excited you are.”

A groan loud enough for all of Australia to hear was joined by moans of pure pleasure – John’s mind at this point fled to his happy place; a place where the couple wasn’t in Christ, what are those two up to? He asked for the 6th time today. John sunk down on his knees, frozen in places as he felt his ears bleed due to the filthy sounds erupting from the flat.

They kept quiet after that. John felt a tiny bit relieved, but it came to an end before she screams again.

“SHERLOCK! STOP! OW! IT HURTS!”

“Relax. It’ll be all over once I go deeper into it.” The detective grunted and shaky breaths escaped the woman from what John observed.

“I might hurt you more if you don’t keep still.” Sherlock’s voice was filled with concern. “I don’t want that. We’d better stop this madness if that’s the case.”

“Oh, God. Okay, okay. Here we go…”

Another set of squeals made John’s heart skip a beat. There was a possibility of someone getting injured. He stood up and knocked on the door after a 20-minute debate with himself. A few minutes later, Sherlock grunted and leapt off wherever he was on – probably on top of his girlfriend, but you get the point.

“H-Hey, John. You’re uhh… You’re here! (Y/N)! John’s here!”

His hair was tousled into different direction. It looked like it’s never been combed in a few weeks; he lacked his usual button-up shirt. It alarmed John that his pants were hanging dangerously low, belt unbuckled and hanging on the side of his hips.

“Oh, no. I think you two are too busy… I’ll just drop by later, or whenever you guys are free. Bye!”

(Y/N) scrambled to her feet. “What’s the rush? C’mon, John. Come on in, you can join us if you want!”

The whole apartment smelled of something quite erotic and other concoctions. His eye wandered over to what (Y/N) was wearing; it was Sherlock’s button-up and nothing else. She walked to the door barefoot, her skin shiny with sweat and neck bruised from something he knew was caused by Sherlock.

“Does he have to?” Sherlock whined, his lips brushing over to her cheek.

“Yes, Sherlock. Don’t be so rude.” With a hard slap against the chest, he grunted.

“N-No, (Y/N). Sherlock’s right! Yes, uhh… I really must be going now… Mary just buzzed me in! Oh, yes. With a child on the way, you know.” John stammered to leave. How could they be so comfortable as to inviting him into doing whatever they were just doing?

“Why don’t you invite her over too? The more the merrier! We were just about to finish, but I’m sure we can get it started back up in a few minutes.”

He stared at Sherlock wide-eyed and blushing. John shoved the gift into (Y/N)’s hands, walking away without looking back. This was a moment.

“That was odd.” (Y/N) watched as John made his way down the stairs faster than the roadrunner.

“Couldn’t have said it better.”

“I think we should go after him.”

Sherlock took her hand in his, his thumb playing with her fingers. “I’ll apologize tomorrow. As for now, we have some business to attend to.”

“Right. Where were we?”

“I was just about to finish.”

The couple walked back to the couch hand-in-hand. Sherlock’s head perched down on the countertop to observe whatever they had accomplished and smiled.

“I am not going under that sink to calibrate the set, my neck is killing me.”

Sherlock grabbed the wrench and got down on his back, reaching to fix the leakage found on (Y/N)’s new place on the experiment counter. She recently moved her Chemistry apparatus down to where she and Sherlock could bond as per direct order from his boyfriend who subtly said that he hated not seeing her over long periods of time and complained enough to have her move.

“Stay on top and check if the sink’s working.”

She tapped on the tab and water came out they way it should have. After a 3rd attempt, they were going to finally come out of that kitchen dry. (Y/N) stared at her boyfriend lovingly as he started telling her about the do’s and don’ts inside the kitchen after picking up her wet clothes off of the floor. The sink exploded earlier and soaked through her clothes, Sherlock forced her into his shirt to prevent a cold from coming up. He hated seeing her sick.

Her beakers and test tubes were set on a separate side across his. Sherlock placed their microscopes in a way where he couldn’t miss her face even if he bent down to look at his paramecium pets.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you while you fixed the stool. I just had to screw it on perfectly. I know how much you hate squeaky chairs.”

“You didn’t break my arm, Sherlock. I’ll be all right. An ice pack would be lovely on my bruise though. Still can’t believe I managed to drop part of the pipe on my neck.”

“It’ll definitely leave a mark for weeks.” Sherlock handed her an ice pack to soothe her aching muscles.

The lot of chemicals was successfully kept from staining anything except the jar of cultivated frog eggs Sherlock had touched earlier. (Y/N) worked on that experiment for weeks. It stained the counter a bright red, but she couldn’t really do anything else.

They had installed a new shelf and closet to keep things from getting scattered and taking up space. Now that they’d be working side-by-side almost everyday, they knew things were bound to get messy. It was a great thing that Sherlock proposed that it would be moved here instead of the main room. Imagine if the frog eggs spilt down on his sheets; they’d never get the stains out.

“As for John’s visit, I find it quite rude that he just ran away like that. We were so nice to even invite him to see the new set up before it was full done.”

“We received a free tea set, darling. I think we can let him live this down.”

“Married couple and their stressful lives.”

“I hope we won’t amount to that when our time comes.” Sherlock kissed her on the newly installed stool. To say the least, they had hoped John wasn’t going to drop anything off anymore. If he would, no one would come to the door this time.