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Hello, lovely readers, I hope you have/ had a wonderful day and that the odds may ever be in your favour. I don't really have much to say about this chapter apart from the obvious. I wrote it (surprise)
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John crawled completely back into the sleeping bag again, resting his head on Sherlock's shoulder. He kissed him gently on the neck, a slight shiver gliding over Sherlock's skin. This was absolutely perfect.
"John, I'm sorry to be a nuisance, but you do know what this means, don't you?" Sherlock asked.
"I think so." John smiled. "But I have no problem with it... as long as it is just him- and Arlene."
"Well, c'est le problème, John. He will most likely tell everybody else, including Gerd."
John sighed softly. "Can't we stop him, somehow?"
"I don't know, we could try telling him not to, but I don't think that that will have a longer lasting effect on him than for a few hours. "
"Well, a few hours are certainly better than nothing." John grinned. "And now shut up, so I can kiss you."
"What if I don't?" Sherlock coaxed.
"Your charms are irresistible." John giggled. "I'm going to kiss you anyway, whether you like it or not."
"But that's mouth-rape." Sherlock protested, his lips twitching upwards in amusement.
"I don't care." John said hoarsely, afterwards pressing his lips onto Sherlock's. His charms weren't the only thing irresistible about Sherlock, his lips were too. Too inviting to ever not be kissed.
A few minutes later John left the tent rapidly, careful not to make the usual impression of an idiot, as Sherlock sometimes put it, and not evoke too much attention.
Ermer. Ermer. Ermer. He must be somewhere surely? It's not possible for a person to just vanish, so the odds shouldn't be against John. Shouldn't be.
Sherlock was still in the sleeping bag, releasing a sigh of contempt and disdain. Contempt against standing up, disdain against leaving his perfect warm hole for the shockingly fresh air of nature. Standing up would forever be Sherlock's least favourite thing to do.
John saw Ermer standing at the fireplace, just about to talk to Gerd. Now, that was the perfect moment to intrude. Before Ermer could give anything away.
Sherlock too left the tent after a while, afterwards striding for the fireplace, as he saw a discussion evolving. And when he saw certain person involved, Sherlock was sure something must be going on.
"Everything you can tell Ermer, you can tell me too." Gerd stated, as if he had repeated it a thousand times before. Which he probably had, judging by his annoyed features. "We don't have any secrets, not around here, fella."
"But- it's very important. You see- it's about-"
Just as Gerd was about to repeat his catchphrase again, Sherlock came, like a god-send angel. Or well, at least to the shorter part of the population.
"Am I missing something, what is going on?"
"Oh, it's not that important, it's just-." John started.
"Well, if it's not that important then I believe that you can aid me with the breakfast now." Sherlock eyed John amusedly. "Or is that a problem for either of you?"
John wasn't the first to say heeeell, no.
After their well-prepared breakfast, Gerd stood up to tell the programme of the day to the entire group of 13 people. "Guys, you know that li'lle lake of my fathers, let's go."
Well, so much for programme. But at least there was something to do.
"Ermer, Ermer?" John said his voice below a whisper. "Would you mind not telling Gerd or the others about our little complications?"
"Wha- complications?" Ermer said, confused.
"He means if you're able to shut up about the fact that we're gay." Sherlock grinned smugly.
"Oh, alright, I guess I can." Ermer nodded. "If that makes you feel any be'er."
"It sure does, thank you very much." John smiled at Ermer. "You're a good pal."
"You too." Ermer grinned back and then left for Gerd. This was going to be an adventure.
But not for Sherlock.
"John, you should know that I consider myself married to my towel and while I'm flattered by the lake's interest to eat me up alive, I really don't-"
"Oh, Sherlock. Don't be such a sissy." John nagged. "And anyway, you could join me. Imagine, the water flowing down my body, nothing between us than-"
"Alright, alright. " Sherlock shook his head. "As long as you don't paste me full with sun cream again."
"You need that sun cream, look at you. I wouldn't want your perfect marble skin to look like an ape's bottom."
"Fiiiiiiine." Sherlock sighed. "Can you even grasp how annoying you can be at times?"
"One of the many reasons you love me, eh?" John grinned, packing up their stuff for swimming. "And if you don't take care of yourself yourself, who else is going to do the job?"
"Don't tell me I wouldn't survive without your help, John." Sherlock scoffed. "I can surely manage without it."
Sherlock paused for a second, thinking hard. The next phrase hardly a whisper. "Doesn't mean I want to though."
John laughed out loud at Sherlock's disgusted face when entering the water, a cold breeze decorating their bodies with goose bumps.
"John." Sherlock said, shivering. "Why am I doing this?"
"Because even geniuses have to see the sun sometimes."
"Well, I don't see the sun, do you?"
John sighed. "That's not what I meant, idiot. You have to go out sometimes, nature's good for you."
"And in what way may you-brashhaerhwelrwgrrm." Sherlock swallowed the water reluctantly, trying to free himself of John's sense of inappropriate humour. Or hands. "John, what was that for?"
"See? Nature's good for you. You just had an all-inclusive free body wash from the famous John Watson, popular beneath the- mwwgahsrsrarrgggrsa."
Sherlock laughed as John tried to pull out of water again. It seemed only fair. "Haha, revenge!"
"You didn't dare to." John yelled, cupping his hands and showering Sherlock with splashes of water which should only be returned even more fiercely. Minutes passed that felt like hours, until Sherlock finally gave in.
"There's an old German saying that the cleverer gives in. So I do." Sherlock shrugged, as he retreated back to the rim, letting his feet dangle in the water.
"The great Sherlock Holmes is giving up? Am I hearing things?" John followed.
"No, you're not. But you might see things soon, things beyond imaginable." He smirked.
"And what may that be?"
"I'll show you." Sherlock had a look around to see whether or not the area were clean. "Only, if you feel the need, of course."
"I always have urges when you're dirty-talking with me but it's usually subtext." John grinned.
Sherlock planted a kiss on John's nose. "Let the subtext come alive."
Sherlock's mouth wandered down to John's mouth, a hungry kiss taking all it could. John soon leaned in to Sherlock, his hand caressing Sherlock's face. Moans not able to be suppressed.
Things were taking quite the quick turn.
But this shouldn't be the last turn of the evening.
"Gerd, are you sure we're safe here-?"
" 'course. Now get your Turkish arse over here I want the evening to be-" Gerd's eyes widened as he noticed John. And John noticed him. All in all everybody noticed everybody.
And this had certainly not been the thing they had expected to see.