Sorry, taken ages with this. Promise more soon. :)
Belong - Part 4.
"can't you see that I'm the one who understands you. Been here all along so why can't you see. You belong with me. You belong with me."
They were running. A street gang was on their tail, tempers hot and guns blazing. Sherlock had a steady lead while John dragged a little behind chasing the detectives coat tails.
"S.. Sherlock! Wait!" John panted.
John.
Sherlock looked about himself quickly, the last thing he wanted was to do was endanger John. After a quick mapping out of the area he grabbed hold of Johns wrist and pulled him off course into a dark side alley.
"Shhhh" the detective bid his friend, pressing his fingers against Johns lips as he peaked around the corner. The men were coming their way.
"Come on John!" the detective whispered, grabbed Johns hand without a thought and pulling him onward down the narrow alleyway, avoiding bins and the like. The detective spotted a doorway, pushing John ahead of him he pushed the doctor into the doorway and against the door. There was a soft "oof" and then John was silenced as Sherlocks coat wrapped softly about the two of them and Sherlock pressed tight against the doctor. Johns breathing was rough, his body warm against the detectives, his hand still holding on to the detectives tightly. Sherlock pressed closer still, forcing the two of them into the shadows together as fast footfalls approached. Each man held his breath and stilled. The feet ran past them, a beat passed silently and then each man let out the breaths they were holding. Johns head bumped against Sherlocks shoulder in relief. Sherlock didn't move, he took the moment, the feel of John so close to him. Johns hand still tightly wrapped in his, the scent of his hair, the adrynilyn. So much to process.
As breathing stilled, mingling together, John lifted his head his eyes the only thing visible in the pitch blackness.
"it's a good Job you've got that damn coat... I thought we were in trouble there." the doctor said, his voice low. Sherlock chuckled.
"After all you have said about it John Watson...You're glad of it now." Johns hot breath skimmed the detectives face causing a slight shiver.
"It's like bloody batmans cape!" John giggled quietly.
"That makes you Robin remember..." the detective warned jokingly "maybe i'll get you costume to wear..."
"Always knew you had a thing for dressing up" John teased, laughter bubbling in his voice "well leave me out of it." Sherlock smiled and lowered his his head so his eyes could meet Johns. The army doctors eyes shone with excitement, the thrill of being chased, the feel of the blood rushing through him. He was high on it. Sherlock lived for these moments, seeing John like this... It was beautiful. John bit his lip.
"Have they gone?" he whispered. Reluctantly pulling his gaze from Johns face Sherlocks peeked over his high drawn up collar and surveyed the alley. In a moment of weakness he murmured;
"they could come back" John reflectively stiffened his posture against the detective and Sherlock glanced back at his shorter companion.
"Should we make a run for it?" the doctor suggested. Sherlock sighed inwardly. He was enjoying John too much, but who was he kidding? Only himself. Reluctantly he pulled back and allowed John his freedom.
John gave him a bemused look as he stepped out of the doorway,
"Sherlock, you do know you're holding my hand?" the detective shot John a friendly crinkled grin.
"Yes" came the honest reply "I would say that's obvious" John blinked once, twice and then looked at their hands. Sherlock glanced down. "You're holding my hand too John." the detective stated, trying to keep the husky sound from his voice. John looked up and his eyes caught Sherlocks... for a split second Sherlock thought he saw something other than confusion written in them, a flash, and then it was gone. Sherlock could almost feel the heat rise into Johns face and he was certain even in the pitch darkness that he was blushing. The doctor quickly pulled his eyes away and mumbled,
"Yes.. Erm.. Sorry." John went to pull his hand from Sherlocks but the detectives grip tightened.
"it's okay John" he whispered. John blinked but didn't pull away, instead he just looked up into the detectives eyes and grinned.
"people will talk you know." John said, his heart not really in his protest.
"When do they not?" Sherlock grinned, tugging John onward to run away with him into the night.