JohnxBomb Vest
John breathed deeply, trying to calm his thudding heart but his pulse only accelerated as the vest strapped to him restricted his expanding ribcage.
He dare not let out a curse in case Moriarty made good on his threat to kill Sherlock before setting off the vest if he talked. Instead, he grit his teeth and clenched his hands as he tried not to think of the dangerous (wonderful) explosives that weighed on him.
John forced his mind to concentrate on what was about to happen but as the vest rubbed against him his hand instantly lifted. Almost growling in frustration, he moved his hand away from the coat blocking his way. It was getting warmer inside the mass of cloth - though that had nothing to do with the pool's temperature – and John desperately wanted to rip the thing off so he could fondle the wires and admire the small lights and brilliant construction of the bombs as he easily figured out how to disarm them.
By now, John had given up distracting himself and had begun planning a way to keep the vest without attracting Sherlock's attention – if the two of them got out alive, that is.
The loud slamming of a pool door closing echoed and John hastily composed himself before following Moriarty's instructions and stepping out.
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