Sherlock Fanfiction.

I made this for my elder sister originally but I thought I would also share it with all you guys as well.

It's Johnlock (JohnxSherlock) and inspired from the songs "arms" by Christina Perry.

Sherlock let his long bellowing coat hang open as he walked through the rain. It may be the middle of April but the weather had been playing games with the people of England recently. Lestrade had blamed global warming for the sky habit of changing from hail to sun to wind to rain several times in a single day.

But right at this moment, in the early evening, the sun was slow in the sky and sat in just the right place to blind every driver in the city. A nice evening one may believe, and it would have been if it wasn't for the rain forest like down pour that the heaven had open up upon Baker Street.

Sherlock wasn't bothered by the rain though, even if he was soaked right though to his underwear. He just let it sink though his expensive clothes and drip down when the cotton could take no more.

Telling him and everyone around him, that he was a sociopath helped, it would always help but never stop this would it. A moat can stop an evil horse man from getting to the castle but there is still always that thought, that reminder that the evil knight, that man wants to get in.

The names they would sneer at him with would circle in his head. They haven't been bothering Sherlock lately but usual john was there, all his clothes didn't make him look bloated and blotchy and usually he need a fucking cigarette so much he was willing to sleep with the homeless man who slept outside co-op.

Hands to frozen to reach for his keys, Sherlock knocked on the big black door. After a couple of minutes of Mrs. Hudson fussing with the door before it opened and Sherlock smiled fakery at her, only he was pretty good at it.

The landlady started moaning at her adopting son as he walked in with a half smile on his face. As she started pulling off his coat.

"You're catch your death, you silly boy" she nagged.

John was half way down the stairs, just out of the shower. He was dressed but all his clothes gripped to his skin where he hadn't quiet dried himself properly. He had stopped half was done but continued walking down after a second still towel drying his hair with a hand towel.

"Why don't you go make us a cuppa" john suggested cheerily as Sherlock turned round to see his blonde doctor.

John walked forward to the taller man but the decided to stay a step up as to make it easier when putting his towel over Sherlock's head and rubbed it dry before Sherlock chocked a all natural smile and look coy happiness, he took the towel off john and dried is own hair.

They both giggled at each other but then looked back at one another and Sherlock stopped the circular motion he was rubbing the towel in as they all but gazed at each other.

Sherlock bit the corner of his bottom lip feeling the aderline he always gone from being around john and he know john felt it too. His flatmate broke their gaze leaning in unbuttoning Sherlock's black coat.

"She worries too much" Sherlock smirked but when he looked up he saw john's icy blues when he said

"She's not the only one" he flushed red as he said it.