As he watched the triple suns set in the swirl of reds and purples, Watson couldn't help but feel resentful.
After all, it was yet another sunset that they had failed to watch together.
When he first started going out with Sherlock, he knew there would be a few cosmic storms to weather, but he didn't expect this.
"Did I miss it again?" the familiar voice asked as he nuzzled up to Watson.
"Yes, but not to worry. It's only the most glorious sunset in the galaxy that you are missing out on, no biggie," Watson said, dripping with sarcasm.
"I don't care about the sunset. All I care about is that I failed you, once again," Sherlock said, clearly crashed. "I should be the observant one, yet I seem to always fail to observe the time when I am working on a big case."
Hearing the guilt in Sherlock's voice, Watson swiftly turned and kissed him passionately.
"I am sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel guilty. I just missed you," Watson said, breathing in the same air as his lover.
"I know," Sherlock said, looking deep into Watson's eyes. "How about you come with me and help me out with this one?"
"Really?" Watson asked, perking up immediately.
He wasn't interested in solving crimes the way Sherlock was. Yet, he was ready to use every opportunity to spend more time with his boyfriend.
"We can take the shuttle back to the Motherland and solve this crime together," Sherlock said.
He said it with such enthusiasm that Watson felt it impossible to deny the man anything in the worlds.
"How will you explain my presence? Won't commander Nevedre be against it?" Watson asked, trying to think about it rationally as Sherlock could rarely be rational about their relationship.
"I'll just say that you are my medical expert, and he'll approve it. After all, he has two dead bodies on his hands and no clues besides what I find," Sherlock said.
"Two bodies already? Are there any common denominators?" Watson asked, getting into the mystery of it all.
"If you asked the ship security, none at all, but..." Sherlock said, building anticipation.
"But?" Watson asked, too used to his boyfriend's antics to get riled up.
"I know that both victims used the Holodeck just hours before their deaths," Sherlock said.
"Why does that matter?" Watson asked, following Sherlock down the hall and into a transport pod.
As they settled into their comfortable seats and Sherlock checked that the systems were functioning normally, he continued his explanations.
"My dear Watson, every little detail matters, no matter how small and unimportant it seems," Sherlock said.
He absentmindedly took Watson's hand in his own and started caressing it gently.
"But holograms can't kill, can they?" Watson asked, his curiosity peaked by the fascinating way Sherlock's brain worked as per usual.
"Yes, but it's easy enough to add a little subroutine to it," Sherlock said.
As he said that, Sherlock started gently kissing every finger of his boyfriend's hand, having missed him more than he knew how to express in words.
"Wouldn't the security have detected such an anomaly?" Watson asked, shivering in delight as Sherlock's lips gently brushed against his fingers, peppering them with kisses.
He wanted so much more than that but didn't want to distract Sherlock from his case. After all, they had all the time in the world for... other things.
"Yes, unless the subroutine was specifically designed to be harmful to only one person. One thing that would seem harmless enough except for the victim," Sherlock said.
"Even if that's true, I don't understand why anyone would do that?" Watson said.
"Neither do I," Sherlock said. "But perhaps a little distraction would be good for both of us," Sherlock said, getting up from his seat as the shuttle stabilized after the take-off.
He pulled Watson up against his body and seductively whispered in his ear.
"Could you perhaps provide me with some distraction?" he asked, gently nibbling on Watson's ear.
Watson gasped at the delightful sensations, trying to stay coolheaded to cling to his sanity.
"Shouldn't we stay here and make sure we don't go off course or something?" Watson asked.
Then he moaned in delight as Sherlock trailed kisses down his neck, sucking gently at the sensitive skin there. It made Watson feel as if his whole body might melt away at any second.
"The course is already set, and the journey is just long enough for us to...get reacquainted with each other," Sherlock whispered, inches away from Watson's lips.
Unable to resist the teasing smile and the softest lips in all the known galaxies, Watson relented and crushed his lips against Sherlock's.
They were two supernovas burning for each other, an explosion big enough to destroy universes.
As they burned in the fires of desire, Watson felt that no matter what happened, having that type of passion, the devotion was all worth the trouble.
Even Sherlock, as rational as he usually was, could tell that no force in the universe was as strong as the connection the two shared. Sherlock would have never guessed that the scrawny medical student would become the person for whom he was ready to do anything, to give up anything.
What made him even luckier was that Watson would never ask him to give up anything.
"So, did the distraction work?" Watson asked as they lay in each other's arms sometime later.
Sherlock smiled brightly at his flushed lover and kissed him gently.
"More than you'll ever know," Sherlock said. "I think I might have an idea on how to solve the case even."
"Wow, I must be more powerful than I expected," Watson said playfully.
"You are the most powerful force in the universe, or what we have is. I can't even imagine what I would or wouldn't do if I lost you," Sherlock said.
"You'll never have to find out," Watson said, entwining their fingers in one united front.
Sherlock kissed his hand in appreciation.
"I know," he said, smiling at the love of his life. "But it made me think what people would do if they ever lost that type of connection or if it was purposefully severed by their partner."
"You're thinking, a crime of passion?" Watson asked.
"Yes, Lororians are an intriguing species which rarely chooses a one partner system. Even when they do, they reserve the right to change their minds and opt for the multiple partners system," Sherlock said.
"Don't they keep their current partner and just add more?" Watson asked, intrigued as he was unfamiliar with the Lororian way of life.
"No, as it is bound to create conflicts. The first partner is cast aside as if they never even existed," Sherlock said thoughtfully.
"That's heartless," Watson said, dreading even imagining how such an enormous rejection felt.
"We might see it like that. However, in Lororian culture, that's considered a norm. It's done occasionally but is still considered an accepted tradition," Sherlock said.
"I do wonder about traditions sometimes and why so many species cling to them," Watson said with sadness in his voice.
"I know what our predecessors went through to be able to have a relationship with a man. How strange that was at the time, but times have changed now for us humans. Maybe the Lororians will see how hurtful these rejections are and change their ways," Sherlock said, trying to console his sensitive Watson.
"I guess so," Watson said.
All the horrible stories of discrimination back on Earth ran through his mind the way his father told them. The way the stories were carried through the generations of Watsons. "Anyway, how will you know if that's what happened?"
"I have my ways," Sherlock said mysteriously. "Come, my dear Watson, it's time to get dressed and face the music."
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