Never Again
Sherlock Holmes x Reader x John Watson
My first BBC Sherlock post, and of course it’s a poly. Because who wouldn’t want them both?
I crept up the stairs to the flat of my boyfriends as silently as I could; not wanting to summon their landlady, Mrs. Hudson. I liked the older woman a lot, but I wasn't in the mood for her now. Right now I needed John's tea and Sherlock's hugs if they were home.
Unlocking the door to the flat , it was quickly obvious that they were out. Their coats were gone and the flat was silent. I left my backpack, coat, and shoes in a pile under the coat rack and curled up in John's chair, pulling on the jumper discarded on the armrest.
God I was so tired.
I sleepily nuzzled the shoulder for the jumper and inhaled as much of John’s scent that I could. He smelled like maple wood, hot sand, and a dash of whiskey. It always reminded me of his silent strength somehow. That John would always be there.
I was unable to continue waxing poetic because I was asleep after a few minutes.
. . .
Sherlock followed John up the stairs home in what John liked to call a 'strop’. Lestrade had called them both away from Baker Street for a case that hadn’t even been a four! Sherlock was even stroppier than normal because their wonderful partner, Y/N, would be coming home from their visit to America today and they both had wanted to be there to welcome them back. Instead, they were probably already back and had come home to a cold, empty flat. Sherlock nearly crashed into John where he had frozen in the doorway.
"John, what are you -"
" Sh!" the doctor scolded, reaching back and swatting vaguely at the lanky detective.
Looking over John, he finally saw what had caused his lover to try and shush him. Y/N had curled up and fallen asleep in John's armchair, but if that wasn't adorable enough, they had put on the dark blue jumper John had discarded earlier that afternoon.
The two men tiptoed toward their love, John crouching down in front and Sherlock kneeling at their feet.
" Baby? Wake up sweetheart," John softly urged.
Shifting a bit and letting out a soft kitten mewl, Y/N’s eyes fluttered and lit up the moment they saw the doctor.
"John?” they asked softly.
"Hi, love," he smiled reaching out and gently brushing their cheek.
They gave the ash-blond man a sleepy smile before looking around the room until they spotted the detective.
"Sherlock?"
"Hello, darling," he murmured, reaching out and gently rubbing their calf in a rare show of affection.
They yawned cutely before asking, "How was the case?"
"It wasn't even a four," Sherlock sniffed, standing and taking off his coat and scarf, hanging them on the coat rack.
"Which never a good thing for Greg,” John sighed standing as well.
"Tea?" he offered as the tempemental detective aggressively flopped onto the couch.
"If you don't mind," Y/N mumbled sleepily sitting up and rubbing their eyes.
John leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his partner's forchread before going to the kitchen.
Y/N stood from the doctors chair and shuffled over to the couch, where Sherlock sat in one of his many thinking poses. At Y/N’s approach, however, he held out an arm in clear invitation and the young American happily snuggled into his side. Sherlock tugged them closer and rested his cheek on their head.
"How was Oregon?" he asked quietly.
“Wet, windy, cold. The usual," they quipped.
"You know what I meant,” the brunet scolded.
"Not any different then when I left three years ago. Hannah’s got herself a contract. Rosemary and the other's are still at home. Mom and Dad haven’t changed theyre just a bit grayer now,” Y/N shrugged. "But I'd forgotten how beautiful it is in spring over there."
Sherlock hummed noncommittally before the two lapsed into a comfortable silence.
A few minutes later, John emerged from the kitchen with two mugs of tea. He doled them out accordingly, giving the loves of his life a kiss each before going back for his own own. He came back and sat on Y/N’s unoccupied side, the three of them happy together.
"You are not allowed to leave us for that long ever again,” Sherlock announced just as Y/N was beginning to drift off again.
“I was only gone for two weeks,” they mumbled, confused.
"Exactly. Far too long," John agreed, nodding seriously.
Y/N playfully groaned as they said, "Of course, I would somehow and up with the most clingy boyfriends in all of the UK."
“You love us, " Sherlock snorted.
“Yeah," they agreed, happily snuggling into the self proclaimed sociopath’s shoulder. "I do."
