*Authors Note - PLEASE READ SWEETIES*
Hello Sweeties, I just wanted to say thank you so much for making it this far in my fanfic and that any feedback is really appreciated! You lot make happier than the Eleventh Doctor eating Jammie Dodgers, and lately I haven't been able to spend much time on it but now I am, like able to edit it properly, make chapters longer (this one is the longest so far), I got so many good feels writing this chapter and spent so much time on making it PERFECT, any way, Enjoy!
It was late at night and John Watson couldn't sleep, he only think about how beautifully Sherlock played on his violin in this very room, then how he gracefully tripped over one of his med exam books and landed right on top of him, and their bodies fit oh so perfectly together… stop it… he rolled over and he picked up his phone and typed in his passcode…Sher… opened up the message icon and decided to see if the pale faced thin but tall shaggy black curls practically covering his face teenager, Sherlock was awake…
Sher?
John regretted sending the message a millisecond later, until a millisecond after that…
John? You okay?
John was not exactly surprised… was Sherlock thinking the same thing as him?...
Yeah, I'm fine, just can't sleep.
John wondered why he told Sherlock he couldn't sleep…
Me neither.
Oh…
Any ideas on what you want to do tomorrow?
Want to get something to eat? I know a good fish and chips shop; they give me free double servings
Why do they do that Sher?
Got the owners off a murder charge.
WHAT?!
It's nothing really. Wanna go there or a place near 22 Northumberland Street? It's in walking distance.
Yeah…
You have questions John, I'll answer them later…What time do you want to meet? They open at 10 so…
12 good?
12 is good.
See you tomorrow Sher.
See you then, John.
John put his phone back on his nightstand and looked up at his glow in the dark stars on his roof, god, I'm a dork… But he knew from the way Sherlock looked around his room, he didn't care… Who cared if he was a dork? John couldn't sleep still. Then his phone vibrated. Sherlock. John was correct.
John?
John quickly replied
Yes, Sher?
Still can't sleep.
Me neither.
Any ideas?
A Game?
Sher, it's late at night, I don't know far away you are, we can only communicate via text, how do expect us to play a game?
I don't know, we will think of something…
John stared at his screen… A Game?!
John! How about a question game?
The text alert gave him a fright, then reading what it said, think… Oh no…
No, Sher. I'm tired. Too tired for questioning. Ask them tomorrow.
Your choice, John.
Good Night Sher.
Night John.
John wanted to text more, and play the question game… But he knew he'd at least try and get some sleep, knowing who and what he'll be doing tomorrow.
When John woke up the next morning he couldn't help but think of last night text session with Sherlock, he checked the time, 11:30am… SHIT. He threw his clothes on, ran a hand through his short blonde hair, grabbed his phone and ran to the said restaurant, near 22 whateveritwas Street. John whipped the phone out of his pocket and checked the time. 11:50am
Here –JW
Good. Come in, I'm on the table just near the window –SH
John straightened his t-shirt and jacket and walked inside and looked around for the pale thin teenager. As said, he was by the window, his coat on the back of his chair, flipping his phone in his hands, while looking out the window… Man, he is talented… he slowly walked over to the table, then Sherlock turned his head and met John's eyes, Johns breath caught for a moment, for he realized their beautiful deep gray colour… God, he's beautiful… Sherlock gestured for John to sit down next to him and he did, John couldn't help but smile, which made Sherlock smile in return. The waiter came over and gave the two menus; Sherlock automatically placed his down beside him and kept staring at John, who turned a bright red.
"Hello John."
"Hey Sher, so, um what do you want to eat?"
"I'm fine, I've eaten already."
Without me?...
"John, don't looked so shocked, it was a full breakfast"
"Oh, sorry"
John turned his face to the menu wondering why he apologized, and pretended to read through what was on offer, but he could see through his side vision, that Sherlock was still staring at him. John cleared his throat
"So, um, Sher, you said I had questions"
Sherlock nodded
"Go, on then John, ask them."
John turned to face Sherlock Those eyes…
"Well, um, I-I don't know. I don't know."
Sherlock rolled his eyes
"Why don't I ask you a question then?"
John shifted in his seat
"Okay"
"What did you think of me playing for you?"
After saying 'you', Sherlock playfully poked him on the arm, John could feel his cheeks redden at the touch.
"It was amazing, Sher, it was like nothing I've heard be played on a violin before, you'll do great on your music assignment, I'm sure of it"
Sherlock grinned at John some of his curls covering his eyes and John couldn't help but smile back
"Ok, Sher, I have a question for you, who else is in your music class?"
Sherlock shrugged
"Oi, that's not an answer"
"That's a stupid question, Fine, I know Sally, and she is terrible at singing, sounds like a dying cat…"
John and Sherlock laughed at the answer, until the waiter came over
"Decided on anything yet gentlemen?"
Sherlock decided to answer
"No, thanks"
Sherlock nodded and the waiter nodded back and took the menus, John faced Sherlock
"Why did you do that Sher?"
"Let's get out of here"
"Why?"
Sherlock shifted in his seat,
"Too crowded."
"Alright lets go"
John stood up and started to put his jacket on, Sherlock looked up at him for a moment with surprise then hurriedly stood up and put his coat on, and flipped his collar up
"Do you really need to do that, Sher?"
"Do what?"
John mimicked flipping his collar up
Sherlock's checks turned a slight red and looked down in an attempt to hide his face
"Yes"
John could only just make out the silent mumble
"Alright, so be it"
John smiled at Sherlock, who lifted his head and smiled back, John and Sherlock headed for the door and walked out into the cold air, John was rubbing his hands together to try and keep warm, hadn't noticed Sherlock had already started walking, John ran to keep up with the fast moving teen,
"Ah, Sher? Where are we going?"
"My place."
"Why?"
Sherlock faced John with a smirk on his face
"Why not? We have heating, your place doesn't."
John considered this
"Alright."
John was surprised at where Sherlock lived, a mere 2 streets away form John's house.
"Here we are, 221B Baker Street"
Sherlock faced John and smiled at him and opened the door with one swift move
Then gestured John to enter, then followed Sherlock upstairs, to be greeted by Mycroft and Greg making out on the couch. Lovley.
"Ahh, John follow me"
Sherlock swifly walked through the kitchen and opened the door to Sherlock's room, it was a small room with not much in it, a double bed, nightstands, boxes of science equipment, a dresser, with a photo of a young Sherlock dressed up as a pirate on top of it, John smiled at the image, the turned to Sherlock who was closing the door and hanging up is coat behind it with a red face. John held up the pirate photo with a cheeky grin, Sherlock mouth dropped open and rushed over to snatch it, but John leaned back making it harder for Sherlock to reach, no matter how short John was for his age, he still had longish arms…
"No, John please give that back, it's a really embarrassing photo"
Sherlock took another step forward, which pressed their bodies together; Sherlock still squirmed in trying to reach the picture
"John, why are you doing this?"
This time there was frustration in his voice
"Ah, ah, ah not until you say please Sher."
Sherlock locked his eyes with John, and it made him realize just how close their faces were apart, If only I could lean in… No. John's heart was hammering away in his chest
Sherlock gave John the puppy eyes
"Please, John."
John's heart skipped a beat. John slowly handed Sherlock the photo, Sherlock immediately swirled around and shoved the photo under the bed, John in the same position against the drawer, still dazed as he sat down on the bed, a second later joined by Sherlock
"So, John, questions, you either ask them now or I start questioning you."
Sherlock had moved back on the bed so he was sitting up against the bedhead, John chose to stay where he was and cleared his throat.
"Explain your pirate photo"
Sherlock's face turned a bright red
"When I was about seven, I was obsessed with pirates, wanted to be one, I even stole my brother's riding crop, for the sake of the 'piratehood'"
John smiled at Sherlock, who's face just turned pink.
"Ok, John, now you now, but we can't discuss the pirate matter again. Ok?"
Sherlock held out his hand to complete the deal, John took it and shook it, in which John decided to move himself up to the bedhead and rest his legs out and relax, Sherlock's face reddened.
"Is this ok, Sher?"
Sherlock nodded.
"Ok, John, I have a question for you."
"Hold on Sher, though I was the one asking the questions here."
John pointed to himself and Sherlock chuckled
"Please?"
"Oh Alright."
"What happened at Afghanistan?"
John whipped his head around to meet Sherlock's eyes, the moment he did, he wish he hadn't, for Sherlock was studying John's face… God he's beautiful… If only John could raise his hand and cup Sherlock's cheek…
"What happened, John?"
John let out a deep breath, deciding to hurry the answer
"I got shot. In the shoulder. It's why I had to move schools. I don't want to talk about it. Too soon."
John faced Sherlock who was staring at him with concern, John swallowed, Those deep grey eyes… Sherlock reached out to John's right shoulder, the one that got shot
"John…"
"Sher, please don't, I don't want to talk about it."
John turned to not face Sherlock, he could still feel his eyes on him, Sherlock started stroking John's shoulder with his thumb. John held his breath, then all of a sudden he felt a breath against his ear
"John, its ok, I know. I know"
John turned his head; they were only millimeters apart, John had only known Sherlock for a day goddammit. How could he feel like this already? He wished Sherlock would close the distance… He couldn't take this, he wanted him, he wanted it. Sherlock slid his arm around John's shoulders not changing the distance between their faces, John closed his eyes, Sherlock moved his leg so was in between bot of John's, John let out a shaky breath
"It's ok…"
Sherlock murmured this, John couldn't take it, he took a fistful of Sherlock's shirt and closed the distance between their mouths, God Sherlock's lips were soft, Sherlock tensed, then relaxed, Sherlock cupping John's face kissed him deeper, leaning his body into John, he could Sherlock wanted this as well, just as much. When Sherlock stopped for breath, he touched his forehead against John's and smiled, John grinned back and held on to Sherlock's wrists, which were still cupping his cheeks
"John… Do really… Want… Me?"
Sherlock was still a bit out of breath
"Of coarse I do you idiot, why wouldn't do what I just did if I didn't?"
"That doesn't make much sense John."
"Oh shut up."
John kissed Sherlock again and he laughed
"Wow, John Watson, you are amazing"
"Thanks…?"
Sherlock replied to that with a deep and meaningful kiss, which sent shivers down John's spine.
Sherlock's eyes studied John's face this time there was a spark in his eyes, something meaningful and precious, John would remember this moment forever. That precious moment was interrupted by a loud crashing noise, Sherlock's eyes flickered between the door and John,
"Knowing my dear brother, I have to check if everything is ok"
"It's fine go check on them"
Sherlock blinked then rose and opened the door and swiftly exited, John ran a hand through his hair… Whoa… John decided to exit the room as well, Sherlock was just at the end of the kitchen with a foul expression on his face, he looked towards the couch… to realize the crashing noise was Mycroft and Greg pushing the table out of the way to make space… to make out on the floor.
Sherlock clapped his hands loudly as if to break it up then shouted
"Alright, alright that's enough you two, now sort out this table"
Mycroft broke off the kiss and sat up, Mycroft gave Sherlock a bitchy stare then smiled and winked at John and Sherlock
"Observing from both your flushed cheeks and flustered lips… I told you both there would be chemistry going down in no time."
Mycroft winked again then got back to making out with Greg.
Sherlock rolled his eyes, descried to ignore the scene going down behind him, turned his attention to John
"Want to get out of here?"
"Yeah."
Sherlock nodded and went to grab his coat then came back and shyly took John's hand in his, John interlocked their fingers and smiled at Sherlock, who's face had turned red.
Sherlock was relived to be out of the kissing house, but happy to be with John, still going over the events of the past ten minutes in his head, John…My John… Sherlock stroked John's fingers, a move intimate to him,
"So, John, where do you want to go now?"
"Wherever you want, Sher"
Sherlock loved it when John called him 'Sher' he had never had a nick name before, besides 'Captin' Dreadlocks' from his pirate years, Sherlock wanted to savior every moment with John. Sherlock had no idea where to take him, he didn't want to depart ways, then he knew just the place… Lenister Gardens…
"I have the perfect place"
Sherlock smiled at he new companion and hailed a cab.
Sherlock whispered the destination the cabbie, hoping to surprise John, for he had won one of the houses in a high poker game, no really high on cocaine poker game, Sherlock always kept the key in his coat pocket, just incase he needed to escape… Escape with John…
"W-where are we going, Sher?"
"You'll see."
Sherlock took John's hand in his, while John look out the window in confusion. Sherlock leaned towards the window as well
"Do you know where we are heading, John?"
"No idea, Sher."
Sherlock cheekily smiled and looked up at John and kissed his cheek softly.
The taxi pulled up at their destination, Sherlock paid the cabbie and walked toward the house he won in the poker game.
He waited at the door for John, who was looking around taking everything in
"You ready?"
Sherlock teased, with the key in the lock
"Yes"
Sherlock opened the door to house and walked inside with John who was looking around with amazement
"How the bloddy hell did you get this house, Sherlock Holmes?"
*Authors Note - Please Read* Oooooohhh, whats gonna happen at this house?… Please Review! Harsh or not I really would appreciate it, Cheers Sweeties, more coming soon…