24hey i'm lazy and i don't feel like writing another chapter anytime soon so u might have to wait for the next one. sorry hope u enjoy
Chapter 9
Sherlock grabbed his coat and handed John his. They headed out of the door to their flat. For once John hailed the cab and got in first. John leaned forward and whispered to address to the driver. Sherlock tried to listen in but John was a surprisingly good whisperer, so he didn't catch the address. They rode in silence, both of them staring out of their respective windows. Sherlock was thinking that he would try something as an experiment. Slowly he inched his hand across the seat toward John's hand. He intertwined their fingers and looked to John. His eyes were wide with surprise as he looked from their hands to Sherlock. Sherlock squeezed John's hand and John squeezed back, still looking surprised. Sherlock turned back to his window with a smile on his face. His hypothesis was correct.
John was extremely surprised, he had gotten used to Sherlock kissing him at the flat, hugging him, but only in private. Sherlock, John had thought, had never been one for public affection. Not that this was extremely public, but it was more than at the flat.
"Stop here," John said, the cab stopped and they both climbed out.
"You're taking me to an alley? How romantic John!"
"Sherlock, of course not, the place is down the street. Any ideas to where we are going?"
"Ahh, actually, I haven't really been paying attention," Sherlock admitted sheepishly.
"The great Sherlock Holmes wasn't paying attention!"
"In my defense my mind was occupied with something quite different."
John laughed, and eventually Sherlock joined in.
"John, can't we get going?"
"Yeah Sherlock, we can c'mon"
They walked down the street, by now Sherlock knew exactly where they were going, and he was surprised that he hadn't suspected all along. Sherlock walked forward and held the door to Angelos open for John. They sat at the table they had sat at while on A Study in Pink. Angelo walked up to take their orders.
"Hello Sherlock, John. I take it you don't want a candle." Angelo said smirking.
"Hi, Angelo, a candle wouldn't be bad."
He walked off and returned with the candle for their table, and took their orders. John looked to Sherlock,
"You like it?" he asked.
"It's wonderful, love. I'm surprised I didn't see it coming."
"You remember when you said you were married to your work…"
"At the time I was telling the truth, my work is still extremely important to me and I still need it, but now I need you too."
"Awww, I'm flattered, Sherlock. I never thought I would hear you say something like that."
Sherlock's next comment was cut off by Angelo bringing them their food. They ate in silence for a while; neither of them felt the need to fill in the silence with meaningless talk. Sherlock wasn't one for small talk, unless he was using it to get something for himself.
"Sherlock?"
"Yes, John."
"Have you had any kind of a relationship before?"
"Ahh, no."
"Has anyone ever asked you out?"
"Yes, plenty of times."
They ate a little more and then paid for their dinner.
"Thank you, John that was most enjoyable."
"Why, your welcome Sherlock, I'm glad you liked it. Would you like to walk?"
"Sure," the two of them started to walk in the general direction of their flat. They passed many people on their way back to the flat. When they were about to pass a large group of people John said,
"Sherlock, they're staring at us…"
"Then let's make them stare a little more-"Sherlock said taking John's hand and intertwining their fingers as they strode by the throng of people.
"Sherlock, people will talk."
"People do little else. Why would you still care?"
"Force of habit I guess."
It was now Sherlock's turn to ask the questions, "When you said you were straight?"
"I was telling the truth at the time, I had never had any interest in men, ever."
"What changed your mind?"
"Losing you."
Sherlock grimaced at the painful memory; he never liked it when John brought up what he had done.
John looked to the man beside him, and saw Sherlock grimace. Oh god, he forgot.
"Sherlock, I am so sorry, I forgot."
"It's ok, you didn't mean to."
"What would you do if I did mean to?"
"Well, I couldn't very well kill you…I could keep you hostage for a week or so until you apologized enough."
"Well then, I'll not do that." The two men laughed. They walked for a while hand in hand, until John thought he'd try something. John began to swing their hands back and forth in time of their walking.
Sherlock was confused when their hands started to swing, he wasn't doing it, and he dowted John would do something like that, but it had to be him. He looked to their hands, John was swinging their hands, he looked to John's face and he was gazing over to the park opposite them.
"John?"
"Yes, Sherlock?" John replied innocently.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm not doing anything,"
"Yes you are, you're…"
"Yes?"
"I give up." John smiled to himself. They walked into the flat at about ten.
John yawned, "Sherlock, I think I'm going to go to bed."
"Joooohn!" Sherlock whined.
"G'night Sherlock," John said as he went up to his room, got into his pajamas, and went to bed.
Sherlock crept up to John's room; he knew he wasn't going to sleep anyway so he might as well entertain himself. He pulled a chair up to the side of John's bed and watched him sleep; it was fascinating. About five hours later Sherlock saw him start to toss and turn; he was having a bad dream. John didn't yell out like Sherlock had, so who knew how often he had nightmares. He didn't know what to do; he had never had to handle something like this before. All of a sudden John's eyes flashed open and he sat upright, wiping sweat from his face. He turned toward where Sherlock sat; when he saw him he yelled and flipped off his bed and onto the other side.
"Jesus Christ! Sherlock, you scared me! Don't do that, ever!"
"I apologize John, I didn't mean to scare you."
John was startled, not by finding Sherlock watching him sleep but by Sherlock sincerely apologizing for something.
"Its fine Sherlock, just don't do that again."
"What were you dreaming about?"
"What?"
"Don't play dumb John."
"I was dreaming about you."
"What!"
"Not like that Sherlock, when you…"
"Oh- I still can't apologize enough for that."
"Its not your fault."
"Yes, it is"
Sherlock climbed onto John's bed and made John sit in his lap. He wrapped his arms around the doctor, and rocked him slowly back and forth. Slowly John slipped off to sleep and Sherlock lowered him down but found himself trapped by John's arms around his own, god he was strong. Sherlock accepted defeat and laid down next to John with his arms around the doctor, and drifted off to sleep.
i could make this the end of the story though... tell me what you think i should do.