Cold
Being trapped in a dark alleyway in the middle of London during a snowstorm was not good. Not good at all. Even when you were pressed flat against Sherlock Holmes.
John:
Aw come on! That can´t be true! We got ourselves… no! Sherlock got us trapped again. An alleyway. In the dark. Without backup. Hiding from a brute group of serial rapists. But wait. There is one light in the darkness. They´re not after guys. That means if they catch us, they´ll kill us without raping us first! Brilliant. Just bloody brilliant. I can barely feel my fingers and the warmth in my toes is just a memory. I bet he did it on purpose. …no, he wouldn´t risk our health like that. Would he?
"Sherlock…"
"Not now, John."
"…"
"…"
"Can´t we…"
"John."
"But I´m really getting cold, y´know?"
Sherlock stared at his flatmate for 5.05 seconds only to look back up the alley like nothing had happened.
Only when the snowstorm seemed to seize a bit, John felt Sherlock wrapping them both in his coat, pulling him closer.
"Are they gone yet?"
Sherlock:
Yes.
"No."
"..m´kay."
It was not good. At all…
Hi guys and girls! I´m currently working on an AU Alpha/Omega-verse Sherlock fic. Please keep an eye open for it.
