Sherlock stood by one of the large windows, watching the snow falling to the ground of the now quiet Baker street. His violin was held loosely in his hand, resting against his thigh.
John was sitting in his arm chair, watching him. He wouldn't have thought that snow would be what has Sherlock so enchanted, had their be another option. But their wasn't another option. It was the snow. He leaned back in his chair, clearing his throat softly. Sherlock didn't even bat an eyelash.
"You've been standing there for hours" John sighed.
"Half an hour, John" Sherlock mumbled against the glass.
"No Sherlock.. Hours"
Sherlock lifted his head and raised the wrist with his watch on. "Oh" he mumbled "You're right, John. Feels good, doesn't it"
John lifted himself out of his chair, refusing to look at Sherlock. He slipped his jacket on, and marched down the stairs without saying a word. Sherlock stood staring at the space where John had previously been sitting.
Knowing John wouldn't be back until he had a long sulk, he turned back to the window. Someone – though Sherlock knew who exactly – had ruined the peacefulness of Baker street. The snow laying on the ground had once been smooth and untouched. Now it was trod on and dirtied.
Growling under his breath, Sherlock pushed away from the window. He flung himself on to the armchair, his legs pulled to his chin. The violin had been thrown onto the couch. Sherlock glanced at the skull on the mantle.
"Don't look at me like that" He said. "It was a compliment, it's not my fault John takes everything so personally".
Whilst Sherlock was having a riveting conversation with the skull, John was in a black cab on his way to see his girlfriend of the moment. Her name is Tracy. Sherlock didn't particularly care for her, especially the way she smells. It was for that reason exactly that John was going to see her, so that when he went home Sherlock would have no choice but to smell her "vile, disgusting, should be illegal" odour on Johns clothing. Maybe even on John himself if he played his cards right.
John loved nothing more than pissing Sherlock off. Especially since it was so easy to do once you got to know him.
The cab pulled up to Tracy's front door.
"Thanks mate" John nodded, handing over the fare to the driver.
He walked up the stairs to Tracy's front door, knocking three times he strained his ears for any noise. When he heard shuffling he moved back slightly and plastered a smile on his face. It was only a little forced. He thinks.
"John!" Tracy laughed, pulling him into the house "What a surprise" she smiled.
"A good one, I hope" John wanted to laugh at his attempt of a 'sexy' voice. Tracy either didn't notice it, or didn't want to comment on how ridiculous it sounded. She didn't say anything back, just led John to the living room.
"Make yourself at home, then. Cup of tea, maybe a glass of wine?"
"A cup of tea would be great, thanks" John smiled up at her.
"I really like having you here, John" Tracy said walking into the living room with two cups of tea. John stood to help her.
"Oh, yeah?" He quizzed.
"Yeah.. No offence, but I hate going back to yours" She laughed sheepishly, not meeting his eye.
"you do?" John was genuinely shocked.. and slightly offended. "Why's that then?"
"Its your flat mate really"
"Sherlock?" He said, sounding puzzled. Sherlock had only been their once or twice when Tracy was round, barely saying a word
"yeah.. I mean, I'm not closed minded or anything but sometimes.. Sometimes things are just too much, you know?" She smiled up at him, as if expecting him to understand "I don't know how you put up with it. With him being gay."
Now John was worried for her sanity. She wasn't making any sense to him. She didn't like coming round because Sherlock was gay? Surely he had heard her wrong.
"I'm sorry" He stuttered, placing his cup on the coffee table and turning to face her fully. "I just want to make sure I'm completely understanding what's going on here. You don't like coming round to mine.. because Sherlock is gay? Is that correct?" By the time John finished talking, his voice had turned hard and his blue eyes were now like ice glaring at the ignorant woman.
"Well, yes" Tracy blustered. John sighed heavily, placed his hands on his knees and nodded at the ground.
"Okay then. Tracy, it has been.. wonderful knowing you, up until tonight, but I don't think we can see each other any more. I'm sorry" He nodded at Tracy, who looked shocked as if she genuinely didn't expect that to happen, and moved to leave the room.
Just before he reached the living room door, he stopped and turned back to Tracy.
"Actually, I'm not sorry. Don't know why I said that. Sherlock's sexual preference shouldn't have any bearing on our relationship. It shouldn't have bearing on any relationship except for Sherlock's. Good bye Tracy." He turned sharply, walked down Tracy's small hallway and to her front door. When he stepped onto her stoop, he made sure to slam the door just for dramatic effect.
Sherlock would've liked that, John thought.
Back at 221B Baker street, John found Sherlock – who had moved his armchair so he could see out of the window – had fallen asleep in a tiny ball. John, who was comfortable in his sexuality, thought it was one of the most adorable things he had ever seen. Smiling to himself, he moved over to the chair, kneeling down next to Sherlock he softly shook his shoulder.
"Sherlock" He whispered. Sherlock made a tiny humph noise but didn't seem to wake up. Shaking his shoulder a little harder, John kept repeating his name until one grey eye peered at John, tiredly.
"wh-sahk fkjdjf" Sherlock spoke softly, still half asleep. John laughed quietly, shaking his head.
"Come one, lets get you to bed" they walked slowly to Sherlock's bedroom, John had to wrap his arms around him to stop Sherlock from falling.
When they reached Sherlock's bed, John lay him down slowly. With his head buried in his pillow, and his knees draw up to his chin, John covered him with the duvet.
"Good night" John whispered leaning over, he placed a soft kiss on what was meant to be Sherlock's cheek but the sleepy man had shifted slightly and Johns kiss landed right on the corner of Sherlock's mouth. John stilled, his lips still softly on Sherlock's. He wanted to kiss him properly.
More than he had wanted to kiss Tracy, he wanted to kiss Sherlock.
John quickly pulled away, thankfully Sherlock didn't wake up, and sped out of the room. He closed over the door quietly and leaned against it. His breath leaving in quiet huffs. He touched his fingers to his lips which were tingling.
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Hello readers. My writing is a little rusty, I know. This is my 'baby step' to get back into writing. If anyone is available for Beta work, PM me please!
Did you like the story? If so, I'm thinking of making it into a multi-chapter story.. I'm writing up a plan as we speak! I have a new computer so updating shouldn't be too difficult. The story would be John/Sherlock canon for anyone interested!
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