Thanks Kassia Lirret, Misato'sPenPen and Azatji2012 for actually reviewing and encouraging me to continue!
Note, the bold in the story is the song lyrics. Again, the song is Like the Rain by Clint Black. Beautiful song, you really should listen to it if you haven't heard it.
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His heart was pounding in his chest and his breathing was so constricted that he was certain he would pass out. Sadly, this was because of the storm, not because Sherlock Holmes had just kissed him.
"Holmes...you and I both know a kiss won't help..." John mumbled. His whole body trembled and he unashamedly yelped and clung to Holmes as thunder clapped over head.
Holmes chuckled and held his boyfriend tight. "We are going for a walk, John."
The doctor pulled away from the detective, eyebrows raised in disbelief, as if Holmes had just decided to jump into a feeding frenzy of tiger sharks covered in chum. Holmes simply chuckled again. /another thunderclap had John's breath seizing in his chest and the doctor felt nauseous.
"My dear Watson," Holmes began, kicking into his super detective mode, "phobias are irrational fears of things that, really, can't hurt you. The treatment, doctor, most often used is facing your fears. Walk with me."
Holmes held out a gloved hand to John, who nervously took the hand offered and pulled himself close to Holmes.
"Shivering, accelerated pulse, sweating. I suppose you are sick to your stomach, dizzy? Anxiety, and your muscles are tensed, revealing the urge to run. Stay with me, John. I will help you."
That phrase, stay with me, had a double meaning. Phobias could cause people to go into full fledged panic attacks and freak out, or the person would have the urge to run from the perceived threat. While John could not really run, Holmes still feared for his sanity.
One step.
Holmes urged John forward gently. The doctor had both hands tightly gripping Sherlock's bicep and cutting off circulation to the detective's right arm. Sherlock's left hand was pushing gently against the small of Watson's back to make him walk forward.
Two steps.
Now they were at the edge of the gazebo.
Three steps. One more and they would be in the rain.
Four-
CRACK!
Thunder hammered in the sky and lightning threatened to tear the heavens apart. John fell to his knees, dragging Holmes with him and whimpering pathetically. Sherlock pulled the normally stalwart man against him and wondered what could have happened in his childhood to make storms crumble this strong man like a house of cards in a hurricane. Watson buried his head into Sherlock's jacket, body shaking violently.
"John..open your eyes and look at me." Holmes whispered, urging the man to look up at him.
In the arms of Sherlock Holmes, John Watson had not realized they were outside. being kissed and caressed by the warm summer rain.
I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you
Every thunder cloud that came was one more I might not get through
On the darkest day there's always light and now I see it too
But I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you
I hear it falling in the night and filling up my mind
All the heaven's rivers come to light and I see it all unwind
I hear it talking through the trees and on the window pane
when I hear it I just can't believe I never liked the rain
John gasped and looked up, the rain slipping down his cheeks. His shaking slowly faded, as if absorbed into Sherlock's body, but his breathing was still shallow.
"I personally enjoy the rain. It is nourishment for the earth and known as the water of life. To farmers, it is a blessing. Rain is beautiful, John, because no matter how much it rains, we still remain."
"Noah's Arc..." John grumbled and Holmes chuckled again.
"And God gave people rainbows to make a promise to them that never again would floods wash us away."
Like the rain I have fallen for you and I know just why you
Liked the rain always calling for you I'm falling for you now
Just like the rain
John straightened up and kissed Holmes, full of passion and need. His body was still tense and Holmes knew his fear wasn't entirely gone.
Holmes smirked. "Phobias are often cause by bad memories that relate to certain events. A person attacked by a dog may develop a phobia of them. New, good memories must replace old, bad ones. John? Let's make a good memory." Holmes smiled devilishly.
"Here?!" John gasped and Holmes nodded, kissing the doctor. The doctor laid back onto the stairs of the gazebo, pulling Holmes on top of him and deepening the kiss. The doctor, distracted by the heated kiss, didn't notice Holmes unbuckle his belt and open the doctor's pants.
"Holmes, we're in pub-Ahhh..." John's protests fell silent when a hot, wet mouth closed around his cock, the rain cooling hot skin.
Maybe rain wasn't so bad.
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Sorry guys, I hoped to finish this, but I am super sick and happy to have gotten this much done. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy, reviews will make me update! Sorry for any OOC-ness, but true phobias are nasty little things that can cripple any man. I am well aware John Watson is not a sensitive man (he was in the war as a doctor, he couldn't have been!) but I want the phobia to seem authetic. And Holmes...Holmes is a bastard who is very difficult to accurately portray in writing. For me, anyway.
So tell me what you guys think. Should I end it here or do you guys wanna see more action? Hehehe