Chapter 2: Fudge
Well this Chapter will be cheesy, but hey, who cares.
Sherlock and John where in 221B Baker street. John sat and read the paper while Sherlock ran chemical tests. They had been a couple for a good month or now and had gone on five dates. Two of them led to lectures about Sherlock being insensitive. The other three where quite romantic, mainly because Sherlock did his research on how to do so. They had held hands once, but haven't kissed yet.
John folded his newspaper up and set it down on the coffee table.
"What do you think about fudge?" He asked Sherlock.
"I think that it is a brownie like piece of chocolate, usually garni-" Sherlock started.
"No, not like that. I mean do you like fudge?" John interrupted.
"Never had it," He said with an apologetic smile.
"Okay, now we have to go to a fudge shop. There is this good one the edge of town that my mom would always take us to," He said getting up, "Also, text Lestrade that we're busy and to not come to us anytime soon."
"Okay," He said going along with the shorter man. He pulled out his phone and sent the text then they were off. They got into a cab and told the driver where to take them.
"So, what were you testing in there?" John asked.
"Well the last case I worked on a man was accused of murder. I was to add a solution to the paper and if it turned red he was guilty, if it stayed blue, all was well." John began to question it but decided not to.
They arrived and climbed out of the cart. They went inside and ordered a slice of fudge that they agreed on. Sherlock pulled out his wallet, but stopped when John put a hand on his wrist.
"You don't have to pay, it's my idea," John argued.
"No, you paid for dinner last night, this is on me," Sherlock replied.
"I don't mind paying!" John said back to the taller man. Sherlock rolled his eyes and decided it wasn't worth it.
"Here you go," He said pulling out the money and handing it to the cashiers. She smiled;
"Thank you." She proceeded in hand them the slice of fudge. They found a booth.
"Close your eyes," John commanded pulling a piece of the fudge off of the slice. Sherlock complied and John shoved the piece in his mouth.
"Mmmm," Sherlock said with delight, "That was delicious," He uttered after finishing that bite.
"I knew you would like it," John replied with an accomplished smile. He took another piece off and bit down into hit.
"Still as good as it was twenty years ago," He whispered with a slight smile. Sherlock also took another piece of the fudge.
"Actually the memory of finding this place is as clear as if it were yesterday; We used to have a dog back when I was little. I came home from school one day and left the door ajar. The dog escaped and started running. I chased it down the street and through the park. I had just caught up to it when it took off running again, making me fall into the mud. I got back up and continued chasing it. While some woman was waiting for her child she held the door open to this place. The dog came in and sat down right in front of the counter. I ended up coming back and buying it, it turned out to be very delicious, and we came here often after that," John tells with a smile.
That night, once they got home. They laid down on the couch together cuddling, until they fell asleep.
After a while I have decided that I will add two chapters every time I update due to the length. So hoped you enjoyed!