The Winds

It was three in the morning when I heard Sherlock shouting something in, which I think was Japanese.

"What the hell?" said I, as I saw Sherlock sticking out his head from the window. "Impressive. You're up early."

"No, I'm not up early. You're the idiot who's awake late at night."

"Same thing." Said he and put his lips to mine.

He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. After throwing me on the bed, he pounced on me and engaged in a battle of tongues fighting for dominance. He was fumbling with shirt buttons when he said something which was quite weird and maybe about himself. I don't remember it quite well as the next chain of incidents were quite interesting. I replied with, "Bite me." He plunged down and went and did exactly that. I was feeling somewhere between 'SHERLOCK!' and 'Sherlock!' When he came back up an saw the expression on my face, he frowned.

"What now?" said he with exasperation.

"Nothing. Just that it wasn't something I told you to do, I was just replying to your statement before." I let out a laugh and he got up from above me to perch himself beside me.

"l thought we were again doing the commander thing." Said he with a smug smile, evidently satisfied with his retort.

"Shut up." And I turned to face the other way and soon fall asleep.

We were about to leave when Sherlock pulled me closer to him and whispered in my ear, "We've a lot of fun ahead of us."

He kissed me but this time it was gentle and calming.

I didn't even know our destination. You might think that I'm stupid but if you have a leopard as a companion, you can't even catch glimpses of your own ticket. After being seated in the airplane, Sherlock elbowed me to my seat and was talking to the air hostess. After a good five minutes he came and settled beside me.

"Don't disturb me." Said he and kissed me on the forehead and then pulled on his sleep mask which had weird hearts on it which made me snicker

Soon, I was really bored. The seat on the other side of me was empty and Sherlock sat in the aisle seat, preventing me from making any small talk with others. I put my head on his shoulder and draped my left arm around him. I felt him smiling and soon relaxed. I guess I fell asleep cause when I woke up I had an overly annoyed Sherlock looking down at me.

"What?" said I drawing small circles with my left hand on his thigh.

"It's about time to put on seatbelts and you were sleeping so peacefully. I couldn't decide on if I should wake you up or not. When I finally decided on the latter and tried to buckle up your seatbelt myself- I woke you up." said he, exasperation clear in his voice.

I sighed and smiled at him while fastening my seatbelt. Then bended over to hug him and kissed him, "Aren't you the cutest!?"

"If you say so." said he, smirking.

We were in Amsterdam. It was already three in the afternoon and Sherlock looked in a hurry to get to the hotel. After arriving at the hotel, we were almost dragged to our room where our luggage joined us shortly.

It was a great room with a large window at the end and a bed facing the same. Decorated with all the essential furniture for a bedroom. Overall, it was a sweet place for a temporary stay.

I jumped on the bed and pulled a blanket over me, Sherlock was talking to someone at the door. As soon as he saw me in the bed he shouted, "NO!"

Then came running to me and propped himself beside me.

"I gave you enough time to rest in the plane. Get up and if you want to change then do the same, cause we're going out."

"But I want to rest and cuddle with you." said I, almost whining.

He just stared at me as if saying, 'Did I bring you some 300 miles away to do the exact same thing that we did back home?!'

"Sorry but it looks like it's going to rain soon." said I, sitting up.

"Rain soon, right? Not raining. So get up, NOW!" with that he got up and went to his bag.

"Also, if you're not standing at the door in five minutes I'll dump you in Amsterdam and go back." He said it without the slightest humor in his voice. I quickly got up and went to look for another t-shirt.

Soon I heard him chuckling.

He came out of the bathroom wearing a blue shirt and previously worn grey pants with black converse whereas I was wearing a checked black shirt on dark blue jeans with white shoes.

I took his hand in mine and we walked out.

"Today we're just going to walk, hand-in-hand or however you wish to." said he, smiling.

I quickly removed my hand from his and put it in his back pocket. Without missing a beat, he put his arm around my waist.

The weather was pleasant, not too cold and not too hot. The winds blew from time to time and left me shivering, to which Sherlock responded by drawing me closer.

"So, what's up?" asked I, as I put my head on his shoulder.

"Other than enjoying the company of my love, nothing much." said he, in his usual tone.

"No. Something's going on. The Sherlock Holmes doesn't just take some John Watson on holidays."

Not that we had never gone out but whenever we had, it was either because I was all over the place or after begging for it a lot.

He stiffened on hearing my words but quickly relaxed and said, "What some John Watson? Also I just wanted to apologize and spend all my time with you, for a few days."

"Apologize for what?" asked I, and drew my head to his chest as another wind blew past us.

"About all the things I've hidden from you and have never paid any heed to your questions regarding the same. But now, I guess, I can answer all your questions."

"No, it's fine. But yeah at least tell me what the fuck was really happening when you had broken our door."

"Oh yeah," he said nervously laughing and I saw him clenching his right hand into a fist, " I had informed you that something big was going to happen. I had soon found out what it was and who was behind it. As they learned that their secret was exposed they tried to kill me. But they thought you were Sherlock and were making their way to our home when I called out to them and pretended to be sent by their boss. They believed me, pathetic fools, as I said their boss's name and for a just in case had to put up a little drama to entirely convince them."

"Hmm. So, who was behind it?"

"Oh, um-"

"It's okay if you don't want to say it." said I, looking up at him.

He smiled and kissed me and I kissed him back.

"Sweet. You guys married?"

We broke from our kiss to see an old lady smiling at us. Before I could respond with a no, Sherlock replied, "Not yet."