A/N: this is my first fic. Please enjoy and review!
Sherlock wiped his mouth and threw down his napkin onto the table. He looked up at John, who had already finished his spaghetti with alfredo sauce. Sherlock took a sip of his water. "Are you ready?" he asked his partner. John smiled and nodded.
"Is it my turn to pay, or yours?" John asked.
Sherlock placed twenty pounds on the table next to his plate. "That should cover it," he said. He stood up and offered his hand to John, who was gathering his things. John turned and placed his hand in Sherlock's. He smiled and stood up. Sherlock opened the door, and the two stepped into the cold London air. Sherlock shivered, and John drew closer to him as he attempted to hail a cab. After no taxis stopped, and it looked like no more were coming, the pair decided to walk home. John looked at the sky.
"What a beautiful night," he sighed. Sherlock nodded, paying less attention to John's words than to the beautiful timbre of his voice, and the warmth of the hand being held in his. He smiled, the area around his eyes softening.
John squeezed Sherlock's hand. "I'm so grateful that I get to share this with you."
Sherlock looked down at John and stopped them both in the middle of the sidewalk. John looked up at Sherlock. The dark-haired man ran his fingers through his partner's hair and stooped down to kiss him gently. The blond tilted his head slightly to deepen the kiss, and a few long seconds later, the two pulled apart. John smiled up at Sherlock. "I love you." He stated simply.
Sherlock's heart strained against his chest. "I love you too," he whispered. Taking each other's hands once more, the pair headed home in the cold.