John pov

I settle myself on my chair after we solved a case, my legs were numb to the bone. He was a quick one too, too quick for my short legs to catch up with. I suddenly fell weight on my abdomen, I looked down seeing my love curled up to me, a smiled curled up on my thin lip. 

He a lot calmer when he has his eyes close, I gave a small kiss on his forehead. He eyes flutter opened then a small smile spread from seeing from me. "Sorry, love. Didn't mean to disturb you," I told him as he cuddle up closer, nuzzling my neck. "Sherlock, I don't think its okay for you to be in this position plus we have to take a shower," "Lets take a nap first then we take a shower together then we have dinner maybe?" Sherlock suggested, fine with me. I lay my cheeks on his messy curling hair and cradling him like a baby. I closed my eyes and fell asleep cuddling up to Sherlock.

-An hour later-

Sherlock pov

I woke up on top of John, he so beautiful when he sleep. I need to stop staring at him while he sleeping, its become an addiction soon to become an habit. I untangle myself from John grasp without waking him up, I didn't want him to see my scars on my body. I have a feeling he might get mad at me for what I did and what others did, but some where cause by John and I knew he will feel a tremendous amount of guilt for doing it.

I walked to the bathroom; turning the handle to warm water and stripped my clothes off.

-A couple minutes later-

John pov

I felt less weight on me and I started to panic. Where Sherlock?! I sat up; hearing the water turn off. Did he finish taking a shower? I got up as I heard the door opened, I turned around seeing Sherlock in his blue robes. "Sherlock? I thought we were going to take a shower?" I joked, he froze not moving a single muscle. I walked toward him, he move forward; I  stopped, he stopped. What the? He started to race to his room, I ran after him. He closed the door, but I place my foot on the door. "Sherlock," I grumbled as my voice tighten, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

He voice wobble as he started to mutter stuff on then he finally spoke, "John. All I ask for is to get dress in peace." He was going to cry, I heard it in his voice. Something off, I gave a good push on the door; bursting into the chamber. I walked in and looked at Sherlock, who was scared because he grabbed a pillow and threw at me. 

"What the hell, Sherlock?!" I barked, grabbing the pillow and throwing it as hard as I can. Oh it did hit him, resulting his arse on the floor with thud, "Ow John!" 

My eyes widen seeing his scarred body, I took a step back. I-I didn't knew about this. That's explains why he didn't took a shower with me, but why didn't he told me?

Third pov

Sherlock rubbed his head then looked at John who was absolute terrified at what he saw. Sherlock didn't know what shock the doctor until he down looked realizing his robe slightly loosen around his body exposing his body to the cold air. He immediately pulled his robe tightly close and got up, both unable to speak. 

"Sherlock. Who did this?" John asked as Sherlock moved pass him; sitting on the bed. He didn't replied right away, but he knew he couldn't run for much longer. He inhale deeply then spoke in a tight voice, "Some were cause natural, half were cause by my archenemy, few where by me, and mostly were um..." John sat down next to Sherlock knowing it was hard for him to tell. John rubbed Sherlock back, "It's okay, love. You can tell me." "No!" Sherlock yelled at him, getting up and cross his arm tightly, "John... I know you love me and never intended to hurt me." It took John a while to notice what Sherlock meant and once he did he gasp in horror.

Sherlock bite his lower lips hearing nothing; he didn't like not a single ounce of it. John got up and wrapped his limp around Sherlock waist; resting his head on his back. "Dear, please. I know I have scarred your slim delicate body, but please let me learn from my sins so I don't repeat my mistaken deeds again." Sherlock loosen his grip feeling John kiss his back; slowly undoing his robe tie. John tugged his robe down, but Sherlock stopped it feeling a little uncomfortable show his body. He turned around to John, "It wasn't your fault." John gave breathless sigh, "I abuse you Sherlock when I shouldn't have."

Both smiled at each; from that day on Sherlock slowly felt comfortable showed John his scars and the story's they hold.