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Johns POV
How Sherlock ever convinced him to partake in this experiment was beyond him. An experiment in hand holding he called it. Basically it entailed Sherlock getting to hold my hand when ever and where ever he wanted to. So of course this poses some major problems, I mean I'm not gay, but for some reason I agreed.
The first time
The first time "it" happened we were at Angelo's, of course no one cared Angelo has been thinking we have been dating for years. But when he said that we were more affectionate tonight I had to bite my tongue not to tell him that Sherlock was not my date.
The second time
The second time "it" happened was at Tescos. Sherlock said he wanted to come along to further his experiment. Let me tell you it is hard to hold a basket and use it while your other hand is occupied, Sherlock of course found this very amusing and was completely unhelpful. As I was putting the beans into our basket a little girl pointed at us, her mom told her that we loved each other just like mommy and daddy love each other, that's why they're holding hands. I looked up at Sherlock, he seemed oddly pleased at that remark, was it the love part, no no no can't be I'm just reading too much into this. We completed our trip and headed home, Sherlock never letting go of my hand.
The third time
The third time "it" happened we were in a cab. Sherlock reached over and grabbed my hand. We sat together hand in hand until we got to the Yard. Sherlock being Sherlock of course let go of my hand and dashed out of the cab. I paid the cabbie, he sent me a knowing glance. "Yeah, I have one at home who's just like that too," the cabbie said. I just smiled. I am not in a relationship with Sherlock bloody Holmes! How hard is that for people to believe. I got out of the cab and chased after Sherlock.
The fourth time
The fourth time "it" happened was at the flat. We were just having a quiet night in, I was watching some crap telly and Sherlock was complaining about the crap telly. We were both on the couch, Sherlock slid his hand over into mine. Over the course if the night we got closer and closer together. At the end if the night, while I lied in bed thinking I realized me and Sherlock had been cuddling, and I was ok with that. At the startling revelation I drifted off to sleep.
The fifth time
The fifth time "it" happened we were at a crime scene. A twenty-one year old woman was brutally murdered in a movie theater. I was feeling queasy at the sight of her. Now I've been in Afghanistan, seen some horrible things but this was right at the top of the most horrible. Sherlock was spouting off deductions, but even he looked disgusted at the sight before him. I just had to get out, as I was entering the lobby I heard Sherlock ask where I was. Sherlock finished within the next few minutes and came running out to me. Then I grabbed his hand, I needed reassurance, I just grabbed it and didn't let go. We left the movie theater and caught a cab home, and I held his hand the entire time.
EPILOGUE
*A few months later*
I asked Sherlock one day how his experiment in hand holding went. He said it ended when I grabbed his hand at that crime scene. We have been together since then. Holding hands, and solving cases.