This is my first Sherlock fanfic. I know Sherlock is a little OOC but I like him like this. THIS IS SLASH! So don't like, don't read.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, this is not for profit and is just for fun.
Now that is done, on with the story... Oh, and italics is on the phone.
"No John, I don't want to meet up with your sister and go see the New Year fireworks... What do you mean why? Because that is boring John, boring, boring, boring... You wouldn't, you really wouldn't. Damn it, okay John, I'll be there in 20 minutes," Sherlock ended the call, damn John. He was in the middle of a very important experiment but now he had to go and 'play nice' with Harry, John's sister, who was in one word... ordinary, and he was expected to make small talk with her! How ridiculous. But he loves John, and John is his boyfriend so he has to do things like this occasionally. That is how Sherlock ended up watching the New Year fireworks...
"John, love, are you cold?" Sherlock asked looking down at his shivering boyfriend.
"No, not at all," John mumbled, trying to bury himself further into his jacket to stop his teeth from chattering. Sherlock half-smiled, half-smirked, and slid his long coat off of his shoulders and helped John into it. "But now you'll be cold."
"I'll be fine John," Sherlock replied, giving John a genuine smile. Just then Harry and her girlfriend, Claire or something, pushed through the crowd to where they were stood.
"Johnny!" Harry exclaimed, pulling her brother into a huge hug. "This is Clara. Clara, this is my brother's boyfriend Sherlock."
"Hey Clara, lovely to see you again," John said, smiling and reaching out his hand for her to shake.
"Humph," Sherlock rolled his eyes and raised his hand slightly in a poor resemblance of a greeting.
"Sher, bit not good," John said, giving Sherlock the look that meant that-was-not-socially-acceptable-sort-it-out, it was the look John shot him when he deduced embarrassing things about people in public.
"Sorry. Hello Clara, it's lovely to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you from Harry," Sherlock said, forcing a smile, and sticking out his hand to be shook. She gladly took it and shot Harry a huge smile. They all settled to watch the fireworks.
"Sweetheart, are you cold?" John whispered to a shivering Sherlock.
"Not at all," he replied, wrapping his arms around himself in an attempt to get warm. John shrugged off the coat and wrapped it around his boyfriend's shoulders. "But now you'll be cold."
"Not if you hug me," John whispered. Sherlock smile was a mile wide as he settled himself behind John and wrapped the coat around the both of them. "See sweetheart, much better."
"Yes love, much better," Sherlock mumbled against John's neck.
"Awwww... you two are so sweet. Clara, aren't they adorable?" Harry cooed at her brother and Sherlock.
"Too sweet for words," Clara cooed back, ruffling John's hair. Sherlock rolled his eyes but couldn't stop the smile spreading over his face. He decided then and there that sometimes ordinary people are kind of okay.