Loving a Genius

by TapTapAlways

This is the generally requested sequel to "A Portrait of a Genius" and "A Johnlock Christmas", set before the very last paragraph of the first story, and tell the tale of when our two boys start to consider getting wed after almost two years' of engagement.

13. Chapter 12

Snow Angels In London. Another piece with a title! And, as Christmas is now over, naturally the story goes towards winter! As I like to say - being boring isn't an option. All recognisable content belongs to its respective owners.

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"Dinner?" "Starved" John laughed, and heard Sherlock join in, like he would only with him, taking his hand before heading off into the snow which only just started falling. The doctor followed the detective without hesitation as was his wont, trusting him to lead the way as he no doubt knew exactly where the best, closest restaurant was and for how long they held open.

Sherlock let John hold his hand, stroking the side of the doctor's hand with a small, internal smile, not that he would ever admit to that. If he was alone with John, perhaps, but certainly not in public. The genius still hated having his palms touched, but he had stopped to worry that John might do that long ago.

As they walked on into the falling snow, John looked up into the face of his very own genius, his fiance, and smiled to see that his long, dark, curly hair was sprinkled with snowflakes now. It made Sherlock look several years younger, in John's eyes, and absurdly kissable as well.

"This makes me want to do snow angels" he added spontaneously only to get a raised eyebrow as well as a slightly changed direction, the detective leading the way through a park instead. John reached over and kissed Sherlock as the taller man happened to bend his head in his direction.

As they first entered, snow tumbling down onto their heads as soon as they brushed against a branch, John grabbed a handfull of snow and hit a unusually surprised Sherlock with it square in the back. Chuckling, John ducked in behind a tree, assuming that the genius would at least try to take revenge, and very aware that his husband-to-be had an alarmingly steep learning curve!

What he was not expecting, however, was to be hit from behind, Sherlock having sneaked up behind him instead of trying to make a frontal assault, and as he tumbled down into the snow with a undignified yelp, the consulting menace stood above him, grinning rather manically "well, you said you wanted to make snow angels, didn't you?"