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Sherlock refused to eat that night. "Don't make me eat before a long journey John, it makes me feel heavy, tired and anyway I ate this afternoon." John didn't coax further, he needed sleep.
The morning air shook John to his bones. Wow! Where did I get the idea to go on a holiday at a time like this? Oh right I wanted to be alone, I wanted to be away from the man who is sitting right beside me reading the newspaper. How exactly did I get myself talked into this?
Sherlock seemed oblivious to the cold; he sat reading the newspaper silently. Okay, more flirtations. Sherlock suddenly looked at John and smiled. John was taken aback with the gesture; Sherlock never did that, unless it was sarcasm of some sort. He asked incredulously, "what?"
"You look good." Sherlock said still smiling and leaned closer and sniffed John.
Is…is he flirting with me? John felt the hair on his nape stand at the proximity of Sherlock.
"You have a smell of your own." Murmured Sherlock, "How come I didn't notice it before?"
You're making driving difficult for me, thought John trying to focus on the road. "Everybody has a distinct smell of their own, you too. It comes from the…" He said softly.
Oh c'mon John I know that. "What do I smell like?" Asked Sherlock, cutting John midsentence.
You smell like earth on a sunny day. "You smell like you" John said with a sigh.
"Which is like?"
My favourite perfume on earth. Before John could make up something straight and not so utterly romantic to say to the man his stomach growled. It demanded breakfast. He was embarrassed as well as thankful,
Sherlock spoke "this is the one time I don't have to read your mind; your stomach is always so vocal about its needs."
John snorted "that was really charming Sherlock."
"The food is in the back."
John inadvertently slowed the car. Sherlock bought food? Without being reminded? It took a while for John to grasp this new development. "I knew you would be hungry." To anybody else John could have said yeah like you won't! But this was Sherlock. Sherlock is actually taking care of me?! this cannot be just an experiment. He's not such a sociopath after all! John parked the car, a small smile on his face he looked at Sherlock and said "thanks."
"No pressure." Sherlock smiled warmly.
John melted when he found the food was his favorite sandwiches.
"Now, now don't make a face; you didn't have dinner last night. Have a sandwich, please."
Sherlock resigned after much coaxing and ate one sandwich, which John fed him. John couldn't stop smiling at his victory. His heart was warm on that very chilly day. Sherlock never took the steering and fell asleep soon after, hugging his own body. Head stooping in front, some stray curls caressing his forehead. There was a warm glow about him. John tried his best to concentrate on the road, trying to control his wavering attention which wanted to focus on that genteel sleeping face. I can't end our story in an accident right before a new turn. John was dog tired when he reached the house; he parked the car with a jerk so that his flatmate would wake with a jolt. "Wake up sleepy head, we're here."