A/N Hey My Lovelies!!! Here is another chapter!! I really hope you all are liking this one. It is winding up being a little longer than I initially thought, but it think there is only going to be a few more chapters. Anyways....Enjoy<3

"John?"

"Hmm?"

"Would like to come to dinner with me on Sunday?"

"Isn't that the day you're supposed to have dinner with your family?"

"Yes."

"Are you asking me to meet your parents?" Sherlock hesitated, shifting closer to John's side and trailing his fingers along the smaller man's chest and stomach. "Sherlock?"

"I suppose I am." John down at the dark curls resting on his chest, running his fingers through the hair fondly.

"So, what does that make us?" John hadn't meant to ask, but he couldn't help the words as they spilled from his lips. Sherlock propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at John with a near blank expression on his face. It wasn't the same blank expression that he kept on while filming though, this one made him look younger and almost painfully uncertain.

"I-I don't know." John sat up, pulling the lanky man onto his lap and pressing soft kisses to his chest and neck. "I-I've never- I don't-"

"If you would rather not put a label on it right now, that's fine Sherlock."

"N-No, I want to- I-I just- how can this work John?"

"We can discuss the logistics later, when you are ready to go back to work. For now, let's just say that whatever this is, it is what it is." Sherlock grinned, leaning down and kissing John tenderly. "Sound good Gorgeous?"

"Sounds perfect." They kissed again, both melting into the slow slide and press of tongues and lips.

"Good. Now, what are we going to tell your parents?" They chuckled, exchanging ideas amongst tender kisses and soft touches.

When Sunday rolled around, Sherlock spent the entire day trying to distract John.

"Sherlock, stop. We need to get going or we are going to be late." John swatted Sherlock's hands away from his belt for the fifth time since he managed to get them on.

"But John, we have a bit of time. Just let me-" John caught his wrists and spun him so the lanky man was pinned to the bathroom door. Sherlock let out a soft gasp of pleasure at the action, growling as John pinned his wrists above his head.

"Damn it Sherlock, we promised your family we would be there on time. Now, you are going to get dressed, go hail a cab, and we are going to sit through your family's dinner like adults."

"And if I don't behave?" John growled and bit just slightly too hard on Sherlock's pale collar bone, pulling a pained whimper from the young man.

"If you behave, I might be inclined to change my mind on the status of your stomach wound." Sherlock stopped fighting John's grip, stilling almost completely. "If you don't, I'll make you wait." Sherlock whimpered, his head knocking against the door behind him. "Do you understand, Sherlock?"

"Y-Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Y-Yes Captain." John grinned, kissing Sherlock sweetly before letting him go.

"Good. Now, go get ready Gorgeous. We have a dinner to get to." He winked and sent the taller man off with a pinch on the ass. Giggling at the irritated yelp that came from his lover.

The cab ride to the Holmes estate was awkward, Sherlock twitching nervously the whole way. John tried to comfort him, holding his hand and rubbing his thigh softly, but nothing seemed to work.

When they arrived, John was in shock. The place looked huge and old, leaving John feeling incredibly out of place.

"You didn't tell me your family is rich!"

"It's not relevant." John huffed in disbelief, grinning at his lover fondly as they walked up to the door. Sherlock knocked and stepped back, his fingers twitching uncomfortably as they waited.

"You remember the story?" Sherlock asked, suddenly turning to face John, the concern evident on his face.

"Of course, just relax. Everything is going to be fine." Sherlock pursed his lips uncertainly, looking young and terrified. John took his hand and offered him a soft smile.

Sherlock jumped as the door swung open, revealing an older man. John instantly recognized the man as Sherlock's father.

Sherlock had clearly gotten his facial features from his father, high cheekbones and a strong jaw. His eyes were darker than Sherlock's but held the same mischievous glint that John so often saw in the young man's.

"William! Nice of you to join us this weekend." Sherlock's father pulled his son in for a loving hug, patting his back and smiling fondly. "And this must be your friend Mycroft was telling us about." The man released Sherlock before turning to face John.

"Uh yes. I'm John. Pleasure to meet you Mr. Holmes." The man looked him up and down before shaking John's hand.

"Pleased to finally meet you John. Thank you for helping my son." Mr. Holmes turned and winked at Sherlock, causing the younger man to blush. "Now, before we head in there, do your shirt up one more button son. It would appear that John left his mark and I'm sure the young man wouldn't want your mother to see that." John blushed furiously and Sherlock scrambled to cover the bite mark.

Once they were ready, Mr. Holmes led them into the house, chattering away about how glad he was that the boys could join them for dinner. John leaned in close to Sherlock, a gentle grin tugging at his lips.

"William?"

"Shut up."

"Is that any way to talk to your Captain?" John could practically feel Sherlock tense beside him and sent him a cheeky grin.

"John-"

"Behave Sherlock."

"I hate you."

"Nah, you love me." John winked at him, not missing the crimson tint that rose over the pale man's cheeks. He fought back his own blush as his own words registered in his mind. "S-sorry I-"

"William!" A short, older woman came flying towards them, nearly knocking Sherlock over with the force of her hug. "Oh, my darling boy! Are you hurting? Have your wounds healed?" She pulled away, cupping the young man's face and turning his face from side to side.

"Mother, please. I'm fine. John has taken excellent care of me." Sherlock sent John a devious grin as Mrs. Holmes spun towards him, gripping him in an intense hug, nearly lifting him off the ground.

"I owe you the world young man. Keeping my son healthy, saving his life from those nasty thugs." She gripped John's face in her hands and pressed a sloppy kiss to his forehead.

"Uh, it-its no big deal, really-"

"Nonsense. I know how William can be. You are a wonderful man Captain Watson." She winked, causing John to blush.

"Y-You know-"

"Oh, pish-posh my dear. Where do you think, my son learned his deductive skills?" She winked and walked away, leaving John in a state of shock. Sherlock looked as flustered as John felt and the soldier stepped forward, gritting his teeth.

"So, your mother knows about how we met?"

"It would appear so."

"Did Mycroft-?"

"Nope. She knows what I do and she must have figured it out when I told her your name."

"Fantastic." John rolled his eyes and allowed Sherlock to lead him to the dining room. Mycroft and Greg were propped up against the bar in the corner, talking and laughing with Mr. Holmes. "Oh God, you don't think your parents watched my videos, do you?" He watched as Sherlock's eyes widened in horror at the thought.

"Dinner is ready boys." Sherlock's mother called, making her way to the end of the table and motioning for everyone to sit. "Take your seats, John you can sit next to William and Greg you are next to Myc." Everyone sat, John feeling more uncomfortable than he had in a while when he realized how close he was to Mrs. Holmes.

The dinner was interesting, Mrs. Holmes chattering endlessly about how proud she was of her boys, while both flushed in embarrassment. John enjoyed listening to the stories of young William and Mycroft.

After dinner, they all retired to the sitting room, the friendly conversation still flowing. Sherlock finally seemed to relax, leaning back on the sofa and pulling John against his chest, holding him close and tracing gentle circles on his shoulder. Just before John was about to suggest they take their leave, Sherlock leaned down to whisper darkly in his ear.

"Tell me, Captain Watson, have I behaved to your satisfaction tonight?" John bit his lip against the whimper that threatened to fall from his lips. He nodded gently, already starting to squirm. "Excellent. I think it is about time we took our leave." The younger man sucked lightly on John's ear, sending a spark of arousal along his spine. "Well, as pleasurable as this has been, my doctor is insisting I get plenty of rest. We shall be taking our leave now." Sherlock pushed John off his chest, standing and dragging the shorter man to his feet.

"Oh, you boys are welcome to stay here for the night if you would rather. There is more than enough room here." John felt a flash of fear, worried that Sherlock might just accept the offer.

"Thank you for the generous offer Mrs. Holmes, but there are some things I left back at my place that Sherlock needs. You know, medication and the like." John said, feeling Mycroft's gaze fall heavily on him and fighting back a blush.

"Oh? You really are a doctor then?" Mr. Holmes asked, standing and facing John.

"Uh, yes. I was trained in the army."

"Oh, so you actually are a soldier then? I thought Captain Watson was just your handle." John flushed, unsure how to respond. Sherlock wrapped his arms around John's waist protectively, pulling him close.

"Father." His voice held a warning that sent a terrifying chill down John's spine. "That is enough."

"Can you blame me son? Remember what happened the last time you met someone on set?"

"We are leaving." Sherlock steered John towards the front door, pushing him along brusquely. "Good night all, I will call when I feel like returning for dinner."

"You will be here next weekend son."

"I may be, but I refuse to subject John to anymore of your abuse." With that, John was pushed out the door into the night air.

"Sherlock-"

"Not now John." John had seen most of Sherlock's moods, but this one was different, scary almost. It reminded him of some of the younger man's darker videos.

John wasn't sure if he liked this side of the Ice King.