DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK

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It was a week before the next incident. They hadn't even hinted at speaking about what had happened... three times. If anything, Sherlock had become more flirty. This time John realized. Sherlock had just solved a case, and Anderson wasn't to pleased for some reason or other. To shut him up, Sherlock had just deduced Anderson, revealing not only he was cheating on his wife with Donovan, (but we all knew that), and that he was sleeping with another woman as well. Someone who worked on the force. Sherlock had just told the whole crew, and walked away leaving everyone, including Anderson, flabbergasted. John followed Sherlock, and turning the corner, out of the large alley way, they both burst into giggles at the same time.

'Did you see his face?!' John got out in between the laughter.

Sherlock just kept laughing. They were close to 221B Baker Street, it was only a two minute walk, if you cut through the park. They turned and walked to the park, not rushing, just strolling through. Sherlock looked up at the stars, and John followed suit. They came to a gradual halt, looking at the particularly bright stars in the sky. Sherlock then intertwined his fingers with John's. Sherlock slipped his other hand in to his pocket, and silenced his phone. There was no way he wanted interruptions this time.

John was a little bit shocked at the contact, and flinched a little, before tightening his grip on Sherlock's hand. Neither looked at each other yet, but John stopped looking at the sky, and looked downwards, at their hands. Sherlock let his eyes fall to meet John's.

The park was empty. Time seemed to stop, and the temperature had dropped in the last couple of minutes. They could both see their breaths, mixing in the air. John lifted his other hand and placed it on Sherlocks chest; Sherlock placed his free hand on the small of John's back, pulling him close so his body fitted perfectly against his own.

It was Sherlock who kissed John. He noted the strange sensation that erupted in his chest as his lips moved over John's. John felt similar. They had both become accustomed to each others lips. Sherlock hoped that they wouldn't be interrupted this time. Sherlock moved his hand down and cupped John's bum. John's hands were moving slowly down his front. The kiss was familiar, and safe. Sherlock could tell John was holding back a little. Thinking too much. For the first time in his life, Sherlock wanting someone to stop thinking. Sherlock became more confident, and John opened up a little more.

But then.

'So this is why you're not answering your phone'

Mycroft.

Sherlock pulled back, fast. It was like an electric shock. They both looked at Mycroft. He had a carefully constructed neutral look on his face, but Sherlock could tell that he was amused. John could see the black car the background. They both noticed that they were still holding on to each other, in that intimate position. They both stumbled backwards.

'What do you want with me Mycroft?'

'Oh, I don't want you, I need John. Come along John' Mycroft gestured with his umbrella.

Sherlock's instinct was the drag John along with him. But he didn't want to be seen portraying emotions by Mycroft. So John gave him a look and followed Mycroft.

Once in the car, there was an awkward silence whilst Mycroft was doing something with his phone. The car started and then Mycroft spoke.

'So what's going on with my brother and you? We caught you that time in the alley way that time, on the cameras, I'm surprised Sherlock didn't think of that; he must've been very distracted. So are you in a relationship or somethi-'

'No no no, it just... happens'

'Do you have feelings for him?'

That made John think. Did he? When he really thought about it, he knew that he couldn't live without Sherlock. He completed him. He loved Sherlock.

Wait, rewind. Where did that come from? Did he love Sherlock? The idea scared him but made him feel comforted and safe.

Oh god no. He was in love with Sherlock.

'Erm, no, I don't'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes positive. It's just a, physical- ahem - thing. Nothing to worry about'

'Physical?' Mycroft needed more convincing.

'Yes'

'With my brother?' He said sarcastically.

The car stopped outside 221B Baker Street.

'Yes, now I know you care for him, but for crying out loud stay out of his personal life!'

John stormed out of the car and ran up into the flat. Sherlock wasn't back yet, and he was glad to have some time alone, to try and accept what he had just realized.

It has all just gotten incredibly complicated.