A/N: I added two into this one, Getting Lost and huddled for warmth. Kissing in the rain isn't in the same column as the other's but i couldn't pass it up. I hope you will understand lol.


It's childish but he refuses to tell John he failed, and that the Doctor had been correct. Sherlock acknowledges it to himself, that should be enough. They are lost, fine. Yes, he should have texted Lestrade before they set off into the maze of abandoned warehouses and shipping crates.

The salt from the sea is mixing with the wind and hatefully cold rain, John despite all this has a grin on his face. He pulls Sherlock to him, without a word, he presses the tall detective hard against the rough brick of the building.

"The one time you forget your damn coat it has to be in nasty weather. No matter. We can make do."

Sherlock can't explain the warmth that is spreading through his soaked clothes, John removes his own jacket to cover them both. "Come on don't be shy, we can huddle under this poor excuse of a roof while you form a plan. Too bad our phones have zero service out here."

Sherlock is glad for the dim lighting his cheeks grow warm and he attempts to think of anything else other than how John's hard thigh feels against his own. "For warmth." John reassures as he wraps his strong arms around the younger man's narrow waist. Sherlock tries to focus, on the case and not the blond.