Hey guys! Third chapter. I hope you like it. R&R Please!
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock. But I do own John! JK ;D
Chapter 3
Sherlock walked out of his room warily. He didn't know what's wrong with John, and he could really use a case right about now.
He went down stairs, John was standing there with his phone in his hands, texting quickly.
"Texting Sarah another one of your poems, John?" He asked condescendingly. John looked up at Sherlock, confused. He put his phone in his pocket and sighed.
He walked up to Sherlock wrapping his arms around his waist. "Sherlock we've been through this. I only want you." Sherlock was shocked at the physical contact.
John was looking at Sherlock, calculating his response. Sherlock put on a show of slowly putting his hands on John's shoulders and smiling.
What's going on with John? We've only administered physical contact when it was necessary; however, it was never this...Sentimental...
John Looked confused for a moment and was about to speak when a ringing came from his pocket. It was a quite annoying high pitch ring that made me want to throw the phone against the wall.
John sighed and slowly answered the phone keeping eye contact with Sherlock. "Watson" He instantly softened up. "I'll be right there." He hung up and went about the flat in an almost graceful way.
Sherlock watched him, calculative. He's excited that's for sure. He thought. Sherlock slowly broke out of his trance and grabbed his jacket. He went out the door first, running down the stairs in a quick manner. Once outside he threw his hand up, yelling "Taxi!" However instead of stopping in front of him quickly, as per usual, they just zoomed by.
John walked out zipping up his jacket and chuckling. Sherlock turned around confused and frustrated. "What?!"
"Well it's cute when you think you can hail a cab." He chuckled and walked to the curb. He put his hand up in a small waving motion. instantly a cab swerved over and stopped next to him. He opened the door and gestured for Sherlock to get in.
Sherlock, puzzled, got in the cab. John slid in next to him and smiled cheekily.
Sherlock watched him silently the whole ride. He noticed everything possible but still could not figure out what was wrong. finally John looked over at Sherlock and stared at him intensely. His brow was furrowed and his jaw set.
Perhaps he was angry. What had I done? He's been this way since the accident. That wasn't my fault though...Hmm I must figure this out.
John stared at Sherlock with an intensity that made Sherlock hold his gaze. "There's something off about you lately." John said softly. "I must check..." He faded off as he got closer. His face was a few inches away. His breath blew across Sherlock's face.
Sherlock was frozen. He subconsciously moved in closer to the warm/sweet smell.
John leaned in and softly brushed his lips on Sherlock's. His hand softly touched Sherlock's wrist.
Sherlock was about to pull him in when he pulled away with a troubled look on his face. "Well at least that's not the problem." John stepped out of the cab without another word. Sherlock sat there for a couple seconds processing what happened.
Thanks for putting up with my procrastination! I'm sorry for the wait but I will have no life for this summer so I'll write more :)
Love you all! ~Sara