Mary was an intelligent and easy conversational partner. He challenged her with fake questions and almost had her convinced of the wrong answer. It was funny and he liked debating with her. This joyed and annoyed Sherlock. It joyed him because FINALLY someone was almost as clever as he was, but it annoyed him because he was John’s date. And John’s date had to go, for certain.
John had done his best to look as good as possible for Mary, which was so obvious it irritated Sherlock.
When John made his ‘subtle’ move, Sherlock’s attention was abruptly ripped from the screen and drawn by Mary and John. Sherlock’s eyes widened and scooted between the two who were too close to each other. John draped an arm over her shoulder and she laid her arm over his waist. Without knowing, Sherlock’s breath got shallower, lifted his feet on the chair and hugged his knees. He shut up immediately.
He wondered how it would feel like. How it would feel like if he would be in Mary’s position, curled up against John. John’s warm hand draped over him, holding him close. Sherlock would probably be able to hear John’s heart beating. The warmth radiating between them, just like that night. John’s fingers entangling in his hair. Sherlock’s hand that would slowly move up John’s thigh....
Sherlock closed his eyes shut and slightly bit his lower lip. Stop thinking that. It is not sane. Why are you even thinking about that? You shouldn’t be imagining yourself with your best and only friend!?
Because it gave him a good, warm feeling inside and awakened a new feeling that came from his gut. He remembered the night in the alley. John’s warm breath against his neck, eventually his lips and his teeth in his skin, his hand grabbing his thigh, his hips rolling up Sherlock’s....
That feeling got an incentive again, which resulted in a little bulge in his pants, which was luckily not visible because he had scooted his legs up against his chest. To be certain, he looked down, which was a mistake. He was safe, yes, but his eyes wandered to Mary and John again, who were tightly pulled against each other. Jealousy ignited in his chest and if looks could kill, they certainly had a corpse in their living room by now. A sudden rage sparked in his chest which caused horrible new thoughts in his head. He knew how to kill, he had done it several times...
No, stop. a voice in his head said. You liked being in a conversation with Mary, you said it yourself just a couple of minutes ago. She isn’t that bad. It didn’t help, because she was ‘not that bad’, she made a worthy rival for John’s attention. There hung an awkward atmosphere in the room, or at least, Sherlock thought so. But what could he do about their cuddling? He could hardly get between them.
I had been silent far too long and far too obviously after the move. Sherlock caught a few words from the programme and decided to start a new conversation. He cleared his throat, shifted in his chair (but he was still safe) and mentioned something about the programme to divert Mary’s attention from John to him.
((Tomorrow and Sunday, I'll be gone to a festival, so don't expect me to post then. Today, I have to prepare, so not much news in this post... more kinda emotional development))