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Day 04-On a date
It's early in the morning when Sherlock woke up. His phone buzzed and there was message form Lestrade, saying he needs him for a case. John was still sleeping and Sherlock let him be. He went to the kitchen for a cup of tea and put his coat on. Before he left John walked out of the bedroom. "Where are you going? It's too early in the morning and your side was empty." John spoke as he rubbed his eyes. He was wearing nothing but and shirt from Sherlock, which is obviously oversized, and his red underwear.
"Lestrade needs me for a case. You don't have to come with me. I'll be back as soon as I can." Sherlock answered. He walked to John and gave him a kiss on his forehead. "Unless you want to do something else. Then I'll ask him if he can send me some details and do the case here." He said with a little grin on his face.
John murmured something and a pink shade appeared on his cheeks. Sherlock took his hands and tried to look in his eyes. When their eyes locked, John blushed even more. "Do you… wanna go out… with me?" he whispered, his face now like a tomato. Sherlock lifted John's head with his index finger and kissed him. "Of course I will. If you want me to stay say it and I call Greg." and kissed the soldier again. John winced for a moment. "No, just go. You haven't had a case for weeks and I know you need it just like your nicotine patches. Now go. I'll see you later." John answered with a smile.
Sherlock got on a cab and went to the scene. After a few minutes on the scene, he got a text. "Cab is waiting for you and will take you to me. Do not ask questions, it's a surprise. Xxx JW" Sherlock smiled and walked to Lestrade. "Search for her brother, he is the murderer. He did it so he could have the house." Sherlock said in a calm tone, trying to act normal.
The detective did as he asked and got on the cab. Before they drove off, the cabbie handed him his purple shirt and a note. "I want you to wear this. JW" Sherlock laughed, harder than he should. He knows John loves this shirt; it's also the only shirt John doesn't wear. The detective put on his shirt and when the cab stopped he noticed he was near a funfair. The air was filled with laughter, the smell of cotton candy and many colored lights. When he got out of the cab, he noticed John. He ran to the consulting detective and kissed him on his cheek. Before they moved on, John paid the cabbie and asked him if he could pick them back up at eleven. Then he went back to Sherlock and grabbed his hand.
"A funfair? This is really a surprise." Sherlock said as they were walking through the crowd of joyful people. John laid his head against Sherlock's arm. He didn't say anything, just leaned against his arm and smiled. When John spotted a cotton candy stand, he pulled Sherlock to it and begged for one. Eventually Sherlock gave in and bought one, for both of them. John was really enjoying his time on the fair, eating his cotton candy. A little bit too much. His hands were all sticky after he ate the sweet pink fluffed candy. He struggled with the stickiness, even when they got into the Ferris wheel.
John sat next to Sherlock, furrowed his eyebrows and stuck his tongue outside his mouth. Sherlock laughed. "It's not funny. It won't go away." the doctor reacted irritated. "I'm sorry. Here let me help you." he said and took out a napkin. He cleaned the blonde's hands and then pulled him closer. "Thank you." Sherlock said. John looked up confused. "Thank you for taking me out. I loved it." and kissed John. John curled up against the tall man and kissed his jaw. "I knew you would."
After a while the wheel stopped and their cabin was on top. Sherlock looked outside the window, watching the lights of London and listening to the inhales and exhales of John. He locked his eyes on the doctor and kissed his soft blond hair. "I love you." he whispered, resting his head on top of John's. John smiled a bit. "I love you too." A moment of silent fell upon them. "Sher?" "Yes?" "You'll never leave me, right?"
There was a painful look in John's eyes. Like he was thinking about horrible things, things that will make your stomach turn. Then the detective smiled, trying to comfort the small man and wrapped his arms around him. "I promise I'll never leave you." And he pressed his lips against John's. Of course he won't do that. Right…
Next: Day 05-Kissing