Author’s Note: It was a rainy day in Britain (big surprise I know) and I was inspired to write this little one-shot. As I was walking through the streets on my own I saw a little shop with a little red canopy and I just couldn’t help but make this little scene up in my head. A nice and fluffy fanfiction for you! Oh, and sorry for the lack of updates, I’ve been working on THREE Johnlock fics. Am I addict or what? >w<
Anyway! Nice to see you, and please, enjoy!!
Sherlock and John ran through the streets as the sky poured buckets upon buckets of fresh rain water upon them. John seemed to need a little help so Sherlock smiled and offered his hand. Eyeing it warily, John took his hand with a faint tint to his cheeks. “Do you want to walk?” offered Sherlock. John nodded breathlessly and hung his head. The two men walked somewhat merrily through the streets. The rain made them wet and quite obviously uncomfortable as you can imagine, but when they held each other’s hands it was like they were heating the other up.
John was quite embarrassed to be holding the hand of his best friend who just so happened to be the best detective the world had ever seen. There was nobody around to see them though, not that it would have mattered to Sherlock if there was. The umbrella John held was just enough to cover both of their heads. That was until a strong gust of wind swept it from out of John’s free hand and carried up into the sky. “No!” called out John and shivered as even more cold rain encased him, “Oh, I’m so sorry Sherlock, I-“
“It’s...fine, John” Sherlock smiled faintly and squeezed John’s hand gently. This is weird, thought John, Sherlock’s acting strange. He’s never smiled like that before, he looks like he’s enjoying the rain...and maybe even holding my hand...
John flushed a deeper red when Sherlock started swinging their hands to-and-fro. Sherlock was most definitely enjoying himself and John couldn’t help but sort of like this situation too. John looked up at Sherlock and caught him staring. He didn’t look away though; Sherlock just gave him a gentle nudge to which John smiled at and nudged him back. A small symphony of laughter escaped Sherlock’s lips. This made John unusually happy, hearing Sherlock laugh at a thing as silly as this.
“Hey, um, Sherlock?” asked John.
Sherlock nudged John again, “Yes?”
John giggled, “What are we doing?”
“Holding hands and walking down a street in pouring rain?” Sherlock said obviously.
“I mean this!” John laughed nervously, “Holding hands and nudging each other, why?”
“Oh” Sherlock smirked, “Well, you should have asked ‘why are we doing this’ instead of ‘what are we doing’ shouldn’t you?”
“Oh shush” John hummed and unconsciously leant a tiny bit closer to the consulting detective. Sherlock noticed even if John didn’t. Sherlock pulled the two of them under the shelter of a shabby bookshop’s small and bright red canopy.
“It’s cold Sherlock” John grumbled. Sherlock eyed him for a second before taking off his big black detectives coat and placing it on John’s shoulders. “But now you’ll get a cold!” John protested.
“Well, I don’t want my little blogger catching a cold either” Sherlock smiled. John’s eyes glittered for a fraction of a second and slipped his arms into the sleeves of Sherlock’s coat. John giggled a little; the coat was far too big for him. Also, the coat smelled of Sherlock. Inhaling the scent, John sighed in content; he loved the way Sherlock smelled. To John, he smelled like books, and in a way, stories. Yup, you heard him alright, stories; scents from lots of cases that Sherlock had worked on, each case leaving behind a little story in the form of a scent. This was a certain smell that John always found comforting. If the two of them were ever working on a case and John maybe got a little bit scared; which wasn’t very often mind you; Sherlock would wrap his arms around him and John could inhale the wonderful smell that was-
“John?” Sherlock cut across John’s thoughts like an axe through a tree.
“Hm...” John gazed dreamily at Sherlock.
Sherlock chuckled lightly and pulled John into a tight hug. “You’re so silly” Sherlock sighed, “What’s it like in your funny little brain, John?” John’s cheeks flushed a bright pink; he mentally blamed it on the cold but Sherlock knew what it really was. “Why were you staring at me John?” Sherlock smiled a little bit cockily. A muffled reply came from John’s mouth as he buried his head in Sherlock’s chest. “What was that?” Sherlock asked, tilting John’s chin up.
John’s eyes widened as his soft eyes met the detective’s sharp and piercing ones. “I-I said I don’t know...” John stuttered.
The rain pattered loudly on the bright red canopy. It was quite a scene, a detective and his blogger held in a close embrace in the shelter from the rainy street. The two men stared at each other for a while. Sherlock was admiring John in the over-sized coat and John couldn’t help but turn as red as the canopy above them. “Sherlock...?” asked John, “You’re staring at me now...”
Leaning in close Sherlock whispered into John’s right ear, “So what if I was?”
John could almost feel himself swooning and had to hold onto Sherlock’s damp and almost see-through white shirt. Sherlock held his arms tightly around John and before he could do anything there was a pair of soft lips on his. John had leant up and pushed his lips onto Sherlock’s, interlocking them. Grasping onto Sherlock’s shirt, John held tighter in fear of his legs giving way from all of the emotions over coming him. Pulling away, Sherlock smiled and pulled John in for another hug. John buried his head in Sherlock’s chest head again and muffled something only a detective could decipher.
Sherlock smiled blissfully and mumbled into blogger’s hair, “I love you too John.”