A/N: Yeah, again. I uploaded it at 11:59, I swear. Anyway. Yeah. Enjoy.
John breathed heavily, and crossed his arms in the cold.
They had been chasing their suspect for the past twenty minutes, and finally they had caught him, and after about ten minutes, the Yard had finally showed up.
As Sherlock and John wandered off, not bothering to brief Lestrade, and decided to take a walk before going back to the flat. Of course, that wasn't the brightest decision when it was about ten degrees out, and they were still out of breath. Their lungs burned, and their hands were stiff from the cold. And yet somehow, it was worth it.
"Are you all right, John?"
"Yeah, fine," John said, grinning up at Sherlock. "You?"
"Fine. Just fine."
They looked at each other, and they couldn't help but giggle. Their breath came out in foggy wisps, and John, for some reason, enjoyed watching the air as it turned from regular air, to foggy breath, to regular air. He watched the air with an interest, and Sherlock just laughed lightly at John's amusement.
"Having fun, John?" Sherlock teased as they walked.
"So what if I am?" John jabbed back lightly.
"Nothing, John. Nothing."
"Oh, shut up. So I like to have fun sometimes. I'm still a child on the inside."
"Of course, John," Sherlock said smirking.
"I said shut up," John said, and silenced the taller man with a kiss.
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