Secrets and Revelations

Part 4

 

Watson had drifted to sleep by the time Holmes had come back in. Holmes looked at his sleeping love. I want to wake you; I want desperately to take you. But you need the rest and I don’t want to hurt you. He sighed deeply. I still have a hard time with these over powering emotions, and the physical needs that accompany them.  I love you, I know I never tell you enough, but I do. I hope somewhere inside you know that.  Holmes undressed and washed then made his way to his bed; cautiously he lay down next to Watson. Thankfully the injury is on the other side. He rested his head against Watson's chest and fell asleep to the lub-dub beat of his heart.

 

Holmes woke in the morning and was greeted with dark brown eyes gazing down lovingly. “Morning sleepy head” Watson leaned over and kissed him playfully.

 

Holmes smiled, and gingerly sat up. He reached for his customary morning tobacco fix, and then checked the clock. “I over slept” He leapt out of bed jostling Watson who winced slightly and called out to him "What's the hurry?" 

 

"Your wife is coming to get you did you forget?"

 

Watson rubbed his chin and was surprised to find that he had a slight beard, "Actually I did. Holmes will you assist me?" 

 

"Assist you in what? You are quite capable of moving, just be careful" Holmes Laughed and came to the bed to offer Watson an arm. 

 

"Thank you but I did mean in shaving. I can not believe that neither you nor Mary thought to rid me of this." He pointed to his chin in distaste. " I must look positively evil" He glowered at Holmes in his best sinister villain imitation and Holmes laughed and stroked the beard. "I don't know. I think it makes you look." Holmes stood back and looked thoughtfully at Watson. "Ruggedly handsome." He kissed him passionately.

 

"Do you think I should keep it? I mean if you find it attractive I will"

 

"My dear Watson that’s up to you, I should like to test it out a few more times though before giving you my full advice" Holmes had that twinkle in his eye

 

"How do you want to test it?" Watson was a just a little sceptical but humoured Holmes when he kissed him a few more times, rubbing his hands and face against Watsons new beard. "That’s an interesting feeling, soft yet stubble like, almost like kissing a shaving brush. There is one other test just to make the case conclusive."  Holmes undid his trousers and removed his cock.

Watson smiled as Holmes rubbed his cock against the beard. He licked at the tip as Holmes traced the outline of his lips with his rapidly stiffening member. Watson reached between Holmes legs and fondled his balls.  They completely lost themselves in the moment. Holmes careful of Watsons injured shoulder, was desperate for the attentions that Watson lavished upon his cock.

He placed a hand on Watson's head and ran his fingers desperately though his hair; He also held Watsons head still so as not aggravate his injury. Holmes thrust his cock in and out of Watson's mouth.  His tongue swirled around the shaft and teasingly rubbed against the tip. His lips squeezed at Holmes cock and gently he ran his teeth along the length from side to side. Both men were so enraptured they did not see the Mary Watson enter.  She stood there frozen with disbelief. She closed her eyes as if it would shut out what was happening, as if seeing the act was not bad enough Holmes cried out "OH God.. John I love you" as he climaxed. Mary could take no more. She fled the room in silent tears. She knew they wouldn't notice. Outside she had left a cab waiting, hurriedly she climbed in and ordered drive on, when the cabby asked where to "anywhere but here" was her disgusted reply.

 

 

Holmes had a gratified look upon his face when he mentioned that the experiment had been a complete success and from it the conclusion was to shave the beard and trim the moustache.  He readily helped Watson do both, "Before you dress, I would love to assist in other things if you so wish,” Holmes placed his hand on Watsons very evident bulge. Watson as willing as he was to have Holmes pleasure him declined Holmes offer. "Holmes I would love for you to, but Mary should be here any moment and the last thing we need is for her to see that."  Holmes grunted in agreement and grudgingly gathered Watson’s nightshirt and other incidentals and placed them into the medical bag Mary had left behind, in case Watson should need the morphine that Holmes had placed in it.

 

"Speaking of Mary, she should have been her by now I wonder what is keeping her?" Watson looked worried

 

"You know women. She probably just wanted everything just so, for when you arrive home.” Holmes was being sarcastic but what he said made sense.

“ You are probably right, in which case I am starving. Do you think Mrs. Hudson would mind if I stayed for just one more of her delicious breakfasts?” Watson asked as he made his way to the table in the sitting room.  “Ha! Now I know my Watson is feeling more himself, your appetite has returned.” Holmes smiled and sat down with his customary flourish.  A few moments later the two men enjoyed a hearty breakfast. Holmes had seconds, Holmes always seemed to eat more after they made love, on several occasions he had even gone down to the kitchen to fetch a snack. Watson was pleased to Holmes eat though as most times he just picked at his food in bird like fashion.

 

After breakfast Holmes settled down to read the morning papers, Watson decided he should go home on his own as now Mary was very late.

Reluctantly Holmes assisted Watson down the steps and out side, hailed the cab and regretfully watched him leave.  I know he isn’t leaving me, well not completely any way. Guess its back to the morning papers… And the cocaine.

 

Mary had arrived at the Forrester's home completely distraught; she could hardly speak from all her sobbing. She wasn’t sure what if anything she should tell Isabelle, after all she were her oldest and dearest friend but what would she think of her if she knew of her husbands apparently dual nature. Mary regretted her decision to come the Isabelle. She knew this was something that she would have to work through on her own, but she was here, exhausted and grateful for the offer of a cup of tea and guestroom for a short rest. Both women knew that such anxiety and stress were no good for a woman in Mary’s delicate condition.  When she had rested and was of a clearer head she explained in brief detail that she felt Watson had been unfaithful, though she DID not elaborate on whom this suspected infidelity was with. Isabelle was naturally shocked. “Mary are you sure? John loves you, why would he do this?”  She gently patted the younger woman’s hand. “I SAW them Isabelle, with my own eyes.”

“Oh” Up to this point they maintained eye contact, Mary turned away, the shame of what she saw fresh in her memory.  ‘Now don’t you go thinking that it’s your fault, if what you saw is what you saw the problem is John’s not yours, you just tell him outright, if it

Continues you walk and he’ll never see you again, nor will he ever know the wee one. Talk to him and do it soon.” Isabelle gave Mary a comforting hug.

 

Mary rose to go. “You have been a great comfort Isabelle, and I can’t thank you enough. I must be getting home now, I hope the next time see you I won’t be in hysterics.” She smiled warmly waved and left for home.

 

 

 

It had been several hours since Watson returned home to an empty house. He had gone upstairs to rest and before he knew it he had fallen asleep only to be awoken by Mary’s gentle hand upon his good shoulder, and her not so gentle gaze. She had serious look upon her face and Watson knew it meant trouble. He pulled himself up to a sitting position, and looked her in the eyes. “What’s the matter?”

 

“John, I have read some of the stories about Mr. Holmes cases that you chronicle, and I have always been most impressed by them. They most exciting indeed. “ She smiled a sweet deceptive smile.

 

Watson blushed slightly. “Thank you, I had no idea you read them” He beamed with pride.

 

“Oh Yes, with great interest, in fact the most interesting thing to me is seeing how Mr. Holmes introduces you to his clients.” She said unimpassioned. “ I mean first you were simply Dr. Watson, a colleague. Then it was my friend and biographer, and I have even read where you have been referred to as: My intimate friend and associate. “ Mary moved to sit on the bed and mirrored her husbands position. “What I want to know is JUST how intimate?” her voice held no hint of her inner distress.

 

A raised eyebrow was Mary’s only answer. She would not be put off, “John I am serious, just how intimate are you and Sherlock Holmes?” She looked him square in the eye; he turned and shook his head. “Mary we are good friends, we have been for several years. He has saved my life on numerous occasions.”   “Yes in situations HE placed you in” she spat out before he completed his sentence.

 

“Yes I suppose that is true to some extent, but he has never had to force me, I have willingly followed him on many adventures.”

 

“Yes I know, a little too willingly if you ask me.” She lamented, shaking her head ruefully she continued, “ It’s like he has some power over you John. You are at his beck and call; he knows your every move. You can not make any plans without telling him, One would think he were your spouse and not me. I just bet you haven’t even told him about this baby have you?” She held her self restrained afraid she might lash out at him. All she wanted was the truth.

 

“I haven’t had a chance to tell him about the baby, I have only known for a short time, and I haven’t been in a very talkative mood this past week. I am achy and tired and do not wish to argue with you, neither of us is in any condition for added strain and stress.” Watson remained calm and collected at least he appeared that way, inside he was shaking. Could she possibly KNOW about Holmes and myself I wonder?  “ As for Holmes, we are simply good friends who shared a flat for many years, he is no threat to you.” Watson slowly sank down in bed his shoulder began to throb, as did his head, he closed his eyes hoping to shut out the pain, both physical and emotional.

 

 

Two days later a telegram from Holmes inquiring about Watsons health arrived, Watson was overjoyed with just this small act and beamed as he read it over and over.  She grew suspicious when Watson had refused to show her the telegram, remarking that it was personal and why couldn’t she take his word about what was in it. This new incident brought up the argument again about the intimacy factor between the two men. “John I want an answer, there are friend and there are FRIENDS, I want to know which category Mr. Holmes fits in with you?

 

“I told you before Mary, Holmes and I are friends, that’s all there is to it end of story” He turned to walk out of the room “John WAS there ever anything more?” Watson froze in tracks, he dared not look her in the eye or he would betray himself, biting his lip he tried to maintain his composer. “No” he said emphatically, closing his eyes he wished to be any where but where he was, “We are and ever shall be friends” And with that he walked into his surgery where he remained for the rest of the day and well until the next morning.

 

Mary’s pregnancy was becoming evident, as was her fatigue, she and John were constantly at odds, and despite his injury he spent less time at home, She KNEW where he was going, or at least feared where he was going. She was determined NOT to lose him. That night when he came home she sat waiting for him in his surgery, he was surprised to see her, and even more surprised at how tired and unhappy she looked. He sat down with a heavy soulful sigh. “You look exhausted, you should be getting rest” She gazed at him and managed a weak smile, “As should you husband” Watson held out his good arm and pulled her to him he kissed her cheek, she began to cry.  “What is it?” His words were soothing and full of concern, and for the first time in weeks Mary felt as though she needed him.

“John I want you to stop.. Stop being at Mr. Holmes beck and call, I know he needs you, but WE” she ran her hand along her swollen tummy  “We need you more. I know I am being selfish. But For NOW John, whilst I am pregnant, please promise me. What would happen if I went into labour and you were off on one of your adventures? What if something happens to the baby before that time? Please be here with me John. I don’t mind if you visit with Holmes once in a while but please not more every day and or disappear days on end... Please I beg you, I do not know how much more of that I can stand.” She grabbed him and sobbed, feeling a certain sense of relief.

Watson held her tightly. Stroking her hair, he kissed her head. “I promise” He moved his hand and raised her face to met his, he smiled down at her. “Tomorrow I shall go see Holmes and tell him that for the next several months I shall be unable to assist him in any cases, and that I shall drop by occasionally rather than daily to see how he is he will just have to understand.”  He kissed her on the cheek. She managed a weak smiled and yet couldn’t help but wonder WHEN he would break the promise.

 

Next morning bright and early Watson was up and out. Mary had to laugh. He just couldn’t wait to go see Mr. Holmes. I hope I was wrong about this, but I don’t think I am.

 

The cab ride to Baker Street seemed to take forever, Watson was feeling anxious, and for a man of words he could think of little to say.  Holmes mood swings lately had become far worse than ever, Watson never knew what to expect these days; one would think it was Holmes who was pregnant. When the cab pulled stopped out side the familiar door, Watson hesitated. I do not want to do what I am about to.  With a heavy heart Watson stepped out of the cab. He stood starring at the door. His hand reached for the door just as he was about to knock the door flew open and Holmes walked straight into him, knocking him to the ground. Watson landed unceremoniously on his backside; instinctively his arm went to his shoulder.  Holmes looked down and blinked. “I am so sorry my dear Watson I was in a rush and didn’t see you” He bent down and stretched out a long slender arm and assisted his friend. Watson smiled, “Oh that’s alright Holmes, thank you for the hand.”

Holmes smiled back and even gave a quick laugh. “ I am sorry Watson I have a quick errand to run, if you care to wait I shall return in half an hour.”  Watson nodded and stepped aside to allow his friend to pass, “Thank you, make your self comfortable, Mrs. Hudson should be getting breakfast ready and you are always welcome.” And with that he disappeared down Baker Street.  Watson wasted no time in going up stairs, he quite enjoyed Mrs. Hudson's cooking, and he was out before he had eaten.

 

Holmes was a s good as his word and with in half an hour Holmes was back, his mood was quite pleasant, and Watson hated the idea of ruining it.  As he watched Holmes he was suddenly filled with overwhelming desire. He moved quickly to the sitting room door and locked it. Coming to stand behind Holmes, Watson placed his one arm around him and hugged him, his head rested on Holmes shoulder and he turned his head to his ear and whispered “I want you to make love to me.” He nibbled his ear lobe and softly kissed along the crook of his neck. Holmes shivered in anticipation. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, Watson scent was quite intoxicating. "And I want you to make love to me” Holmes turned to face Watson, he could see the desire in the others eyes, knew it was what he wanted, however he also saw something else, a desperation perhaps even a sadness.  Holmes gazed deep into the rich brown eyes, his hand gently resting on Watson’s cheek. " There is something wrong isn't there"

 

Watson sadly nodded. "Holmes, you never cease to amaze me" Watson moved to his favourite chair and slumped down.

 

Holmes came to stand by him, he looked concerned and pointed to his injured shoulder "You really should sit up, that will not do your injury any good" He reached a cigarette, having the feeling he was going to need some form of fortification. He held the case to Watson who politely declined.  "Alright Watson OUT with it. What has the wife done now?" Holmes inhaled upon the cigarette drawing the smoke deep inside then releasing it in little rings as he made his way to the chair opposite his.

 

Watson couldn't help but smile. "Holmes.. That’s just it, Mary hasn't really done anything, well not alone any way" He cleared his throat and continued. "She's pregnant" Watson sighed with relief; there he had said it. Now to wait for Holmes reaction. Watson shut his eyes expecting the worst.  Instead there was silence, Watson opened one eye, and to his amazement Holmes just sat there, legs crossed puffing away at the cigarette as if nothing had been said.

 

Watson was puzzled and eyed Holmes suspiciously, "Did you hear what I said? Mary is pregnant, I am to be a father." He said it slightly louder as if perhaps Holmes hadn't heard him, despite Holmes excellent hearing.

 

"Well of course YOU are to be a father, after all Mary is pregnant, and since you told me twice I assume it will be twins!"  This was the sarcastic reaction Watson had been waiting for. Holmes laughed, "Watson I was not so stupid to assume that you never went near the woman, though I might have been fool enough to wish that you didn't." Holmes took one last drag of his cigarette and threw the remains into the fire. " Congratulations, a child could not ask for a better father." Holmes leaned forward and reached out his hand, Watson delighted by this grasped it warmly.   "Now that that has been sorted, why not tell me the real reason you feelings are so mixed."

 

"You know me very well." Watson looked into Holmes grey eyes. "No.. Don’t say it Holmes, it's true I do believe you know me better than my wife." Holmes clapped his hands in delight and gave a short ironic laugh.

 

Watson found it hard to find his voice as he continued. "This is why I find this so difficult. Mary has requested that for the time being I have little if any contact with you. She thinks your cases are interfering in our life, though she didn't out right say it I got that impression. I tried to tell her she was being silly, but she is stressed about my not being there when she goes into labour. I have had to reluctantly agree to her terms. It is a very delicate time fore her and I did not want to stress her further by giving her reason to worry. She always worries when I am with you "

 

"Ha!"

 

Watson had not looked at Holmes while he spoke, he found the words difficult and was sure he was saying the wrong thing, at his short outburst Watson looked up to find Holmes staring at him arms crossed and resting on his chest, his legs still crossed, one foot swinging back and forth. The look on his face was one of mild amusement.

 

"What next? When the baby is born you can not continue your medical career lest you bring home some disease to infect your newborn?" Holmes stood and for a time wandered around the room.

 Suddenly as if he reached a decision he stopped behind Watsons chair and rested a hand on his good shoulder. "I can understand her worrying about you, but I would not ask you on such dangerous cases if I wasn't certain that you could handle it or that I could protect you. However your recent injuries show me that I can not protect you all the time and perhaps it would be best if you did not, for the time being accompany me on some of my more dangerous cases."  He knelt behind Watson and rested his head on his shoulder. " As for the seeing little of each other.. I think we could manage as long as it is a temporary measure. " Holmes kissed Watson on the cheek.

 

Watson turned to look at him and before he could say anything his mouth was covered by Holmes own, his kiss communicated his deepest feelings. "A taste of what you shall be missing” Holmes whisper was barely audible as he stood and patted Watson lightly on the head. " You’d best go before I take advantage of you" He half joked.

 

"That wouldn't be so bad" Watson made no move. Holmes gave knowing smile and lead the way to the bedroom.