Chapter Two: Barcelona

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"If you think it is beautiful now, you should see it in the Spring," he smiled sweetly at Sherlock as he reached for some of the snow flakes. And it's all the more beautiful with you on it. He looked down and folded his hands together nervously. Sherlock notices his actions and reads him like an open book.

He's nervous, hands folded no eye contact, he is thinking, focusing on ground, no shoes, he's embarrassed, but why? Sherlock bites his lip as he stared at the alien in the snow; he wondered what made him so different, he looked human. He walks over to The Doctor and looks down at him, and he looks up. The Doctor raises his eyebrows and looks concerned.

"Are you ok?"

"Better than ok" He's so close I could just- NO

The Doctor smiles forgetting his worries, like when they first met earlier that day. It felt like had known each other forever though.

"What kind of things can we do on this planet, Doctor," Sherlock walked a full circle around him.

"Well we can skate, this planet has some lakes that never thaw and are frozen all year 'round! It also has hot springs that are most lovely in th~" He was cut off by Sherlock.

"Hot springs it is then"

The Doctor was taken aback by this and smiled.

"Ok, but we don't have a change of clothes," he started walking with Sherlock behind him.

"Well, we will have to figure it out when we get there, won't we Doctor"

The Doctor stopped dead in his tracks and turn around quickly inches from Sherlock's lips, which were eye level with him. He swallowed hard and looked up at him slowly. Sherlock's hands were behind him and he was looking down at The Doctor smiling his biggest smile. All The Doctor could do was point at him. He turned around and cracked his neck then continued to walk forward. Ok then…

Sherlock followed close behind him looking at The Doctors shoes and examining them. He really had no idea what he was doing but he was just going with it, the first time in his life he did not have a plan. Well we will see how this goes. He had a smirk on his face that seemed to burn right through the man feet away from him. The Doctor turned sharply in the opposite direction.

"Changed my mind we are going skating."

"But I was the one who decided"

The Doctor laughed, "No you never had a choice, I just agreed"

Sherlock was taken aback by this he was not used to people outsmarting him in a way, he liked it. He stood there watching The Doctor scramble in the other direction and wondered what made him change his mind so quickly. Was it something I said? He followed The Doctor a bit slower this time, confused.

They finally reached the Tardis and The Doctor unlocked it and walked in quickly leaving Sherlock waiting outside. It felt like a while before The Doctor came out with two pairs of skates.

"Alright let's go!" he smiled and made the mood seem a bit brighter.

The Doctor started walking quickly in the opposite direction of the hot spring. You are such a chicken; he likes you he has to! Or maybe this is what he wants, to make you confused and nervous…and….and. He noticed Sherlock next to him watching him. They had arrived to the lake and he completely went into auto pilot on the way. Huh… He gave a pair to Sherlock and sat down to put his on. Sherlock continued to stand and watch him. The Doctor got a bit frustrated.

"Why do you keep staring at me!?"

"I'm not, I'm simply observing you"

"Why would you want to do that?" he frowned.

Sherlock had no excuse so he looked away nervously and sat down next to him. He quickly changed the subject.

"I don't know how to skate."

"You don't?" The Doctor asked a bit shocked, "then why did you want come skating?"

Sherlock looked at him sharply and then smiled.

"I thought you could teach me"

Of course The Doctor was shocked again, being used to an argument instead of acceptance.

"I guess I could"

He finished putting on his skates and waited for Sherlock to finish. He seemed to have trouble so he bent down and helped him tie his laces.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping you"

"Why?"

"Do you want to learn how to skate or no?"

Sherlock was taken aback. He was usually the one being impatient with people. He raised his eyebrows. Which made The Doctor realize what he said might have been hurtful.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just-" he was stopped short.

"No, it's quite alright. I usually do the same, except I never catch myself, unless if I with Joh…." He decided not to finish the name. What if he gets the wrong idea and thinks I am, with John. Sherlock could see that The Doctor tended to think about him often, it wasn't rocket science.

"John, who's John?" The Doctor caught on to the name and his heart sank at the thought of Sherlock being with someone that was not him.

"No one, just a…colleuge" he thought up the word quickly and nodded.

The Doctor nodded slowly, but still a bit skeptic. He stood up straight and held his arm out to help Sherlock up. Sherlock took his hand. The Doctor blinked and smiled at him warmly and patted his hand. He stepped out on the ice still holding on to him. Sherlock hesitantly stepped out onto the ice and wobbled a bit grabbing for The Doctor's other arm for support. He takes a step and The Doctor encourages him to go farther, still holding on to him.

"That's it. There you go, now try and get some momentum" The Doctor encourages

"Auh…" he slips a bit, "it's harder than it looks"

The Doctor just laughs and Sherlock laughs with him, just then Sherlock loses his balance and falls over bringing The Doctor down with him and someone twisting him under him. They both are shocked and Sherlock tries to get up off of him, but he couldn't. The Doctor had wrapped his hands around his waist and held him there. Sherlock didn't know what to do but stare down at him. Oh no, uhm, uahhhh…think of something. He laid there staring down, not moving a muscle. All of the sudden The Doctor leaned up and brushed his lips against Sherlock's. One lay there mortified and the other thinking. Sherlock made up his mind and pressed his lips onto The Doctors as hard as he could. The Doctor was not expecting this, but complete rejection. He leaned into the kiss nibbling at Sherlock's lip for entrance. Sherlock didn't know what to do so he broke off the kiss. The Doctor looked at him confused and then lifted his head again to meet Sherlock's lips. Common it's not that hard Sherlock. He tried biting at his lips and finally Sherlock allowed him in. Sherlock wasn't used to any of this, at all, which made the situation awkward. Their tongues tangled together and Sherlock found a small moan coming from the back of his throat. The Doctor smiled at this which ended up in breaking the kiss.

"Back to the Tardis, now" he said out of breath.

Sherlock got off of him and tried to stand, but he forgot he had skates on and lost his balance again.

"Shit" he fell on his bum

The Doctor laughed at him and he threw his own skates off and picked Sherlock up bride-style (Idk why, she sent this). He carried him back to the Tardis and set him in the captain's chair. He kissed Sherlock again and broke it off to start taking his skates off. Sherlock rushed his hands through his chocolaty brown hair and kissed his head which made the Doctor moan. He finished taking his skates of and came back up to continue to kiss Sherlock. The Tardis started to shake which sent them to fall on the floor, The Doctor onto of Sherlock. Sherlock started to undo the Doctor's bowtie and shirt. The Tardis rumbled again and The Doctor got frustrated.

"WHAT IS IT?" he shouted toward the ceiling.

She shook again and Sherlock pulled The Doctor back to him fighting his way into his mouth. He rushed his fingers through his hair messing his hair up completely. Sherlock finished unbuttoning his shirt and headed toward his trousers. He had undone the button and zipper when there came a knock at the Tardis door. The Doctor looked up and at the door and squinted, still holding on the Sherlock's collar. Sherlock looked too and they both looked at eachother.

The Doctor got off and went over to the door, then cracked it open to see who the knocker was. He swung the door open when he saw him.

"Good evening Doctor," the visitor welcomed him, "have I interrupted something of importance?" he could see The Doctor looked quite disheveled with and open shirt and trousers.

"Auh, yes, kind of," he looked back at Sherlock who had sat up.

"I am very sorry Doctor, but we are in need of your help," he said urgently

"Okay, fine just, hold on" he said quickly.

What else would he expect from an Ood in the snow.