The Oak Tree
"Sherlock, I wan't to take you somewhere." John smiles up at the taller boy, showing a hint of teeth.
Sherlock looks at him, one eyebrow raised. "Well..sure." He smiles back at him. "Where?"
"I guess you'll just have to see." He laughs lightly, going on his toes to kiss Sherlock on the cheek. "I suggest jeans." He glances down at Sherlock's black dress pants.
"John, you know I hate surprises." Sherlock crosses his arms giving John an annoyed look.
"It's not like I'm taking you to Paris, Sherlock." He laughs at Sherlock annoyed face. "Now get dressed, love."
The two boys walk alongside each other down the sidewalk. "John, seriously where are we going?" Sherlock was starting to get frustrated.
John rolled his eyes, "Were going to the St. Whitmore park."
Sherlock gave a look that says, 'What the hell?' "Why?"
John grabs his hand, intertwining there fingers. "I wan't to show you something." He grins, softly squeezing Sherlock's hand.
"What?"
John didn't say anything, giggling to himself.
Sherlock sighs, throwing his free hand in his pocket.
They arrive at St. Whitmore park only minutes later. Sherlock drops John's hand glancing around the foresty park. "Okay, now what."
John smiled, "Come one." He takes off running in the direction of the old oak tree. Sherlock rolls his eyes, running after John.
When he gets to the trunk of the tree, John was already ten feet above him. "John, what the hell are you doing?!"
John laughs, "I'm climbing the tree, obviously." He sits back on a thick branch, leaning against the tree.
"Well?"
"What?"
"Are you coming up?"
Sherlock snorts. "Of course not! This is absurd John."
John frowns. "Please?"
"No."
"Pleeaassee?"
"No!"
"Fine, suit yourself." John smiled, swinging backwards on the branch.
Sherlock sits on the grass, watching John climb higher up the tree. He pulls his legs to his chest, wrapping his arms around them.
"Come here!" John yells from somewhere in the tangle of branches.
Sherlock sighs, standing up, returning to the foot of the tree. He glances around the tree, seeing nothing but leaves and branches. "John?"
He hears laughter and looks up to see John swooping down from a branch. He grabs Sherlock's face in his hands, pulling him into a soft, but awkward, upside down kiss. He laughs against Johns lips.
"Will you please come up here?" John begs, giving him the most pathetic puppy dog face. "Fine." Sherlock grumbles, grabbing onto one of the lower branches. "This is insane." He pulls himself up, grabbing onto another branch.
He climbs up to where John is, sitting next to him, tightly gripping the branch.
"Your okay, Sherlock." John wraps his arm around Sherlock's waist, pulling him closer.
After a few minutes, Sherlock calms down. Softening his grip on the bark.
John smiles at him, leaning over to kiss him. Sherlock leans John against the tree, melting into the kiss. He grabs Johns hand, looping there finger together.
"Here." John pulls his pocket knife out of his back pocket and smiles at Sherlock.
Sherlock returns the smile, leaning closer to see what he's doing.
John starts writing something in the bark on the tree. To small for Sherlock to see behind Johns hand.
A little while later John pulls back and grins.
Written distinctively in the tree are the word 'Sherlock Holmes + John Watson.' Sherlock smiles at John, leaning over and softly pressing there lips together.
"I love you, John."
"I love you too Sherlock."