it´s me again whoop! I finally got around to finish the ff fleurdelis221b requested. I am terribly sorry that it took so long darling… Still like it? Sorry it´s so short ;(
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John wanted to surprise Sherlock. They both lived such extraordinary lives, were more or less always busy solving cases. Some a bit more life-threatening than others.
Long story short, John had planned a day away from London, just relaxing in a meadow or something like that. Sherlock had agreed rather quickly which surprised John and himself. (He blamed it on Mrs. Hudson´s constant fussing about him and that ‘it would be a great distraction for the two of them’, but in reality he couldn´t stand her throwing away his thumbs anymore. It was an important experiment for heavens sake! Plus it was summer so the temperatures weren´t that low. That again meant that Doctor Watson would most certainly be wearing one of his shirts and in conclusion Sherlock would have something to
stare look at.)
They took a cab because John couldn´t drive and he didn´t want Sherlock to do so as that would ruin the surprise.
Sherlock took a deep breath as he got out of the car, letting his gaze travel over the windswept grass, the rustling of trees in the background, the birds singing…
„You alright?“ A voice behind him let Sherlock turn around. John stood there, sporting a grey shirt, -oh god those abs- one eyebrow raised questioningly.
Sherlocks eyes shot open. „Who me? Yes. Yes of course.“
„Great. I need you to listen to me now. So umm. This turns out to be a lot harder then at home. If I screw this up I´m sorry.“
By now, Sherlock was facing his blogger, his eyes glittering apprehensively. John on the other hand was pacing on the grass, his hands clenching an unclenching on his thighs, not able to look Sherlock in the eye.
„There´s something. I need to tell you. Something I´ve always wanted to say but I never have…“, he inhaled deeply, „I am irreversibly and helplessly in love with you. There. It´s out. Ah that feels good. Sherlock?“
John had been so lost in his speech, he did not notice the actions of his raven-haired friend. It was the Best Man Proposal once all over again. Sherlock stood there, completely dumbfounded.
„You- You mean- that- Me? You love me?“
„A-and why exactly are you SHOUTING now?“
„I´M NOT SHOUTING!“
„YES you ar-“ Sherlocks response was cut off by another pair of lips meeting his. It wasn´t long until he gave in with a gentle ferocity, moaning slightly, and his legs gave in. (He lost control over a certain body part too, but at the moment he tried not to think about it)
John grunted. „Gotcha.“
Sherlock blinked, still a bit shocked from the previous event. „That was definitely somethi-mmm“ His eyes went wide in fear while he rapidly gestured with his hands.
John Watson had gone through some pretty weird things with Sherlock. But this hadn´t happened yet.
„J-n. G-t me t- th- -osp-tal. -ow.“
„Why? What happened? Sherlock?“
„You got stung?“ It took John a moment to actually process what Sherlock had just told him. „Err, alright. But you do realize that you have to drive?“ Sherlock groaned.
„So you´re allergic to bees? And while we- while we kissed you got stung? Why didn´t you tell me earlier?“ John couldn´t quite keep the grin off his face.
„Yes. Seems like it. And for that exact reason.“ Sherlock, who was able to speak normally again by now, sighed heavily.
The doctor smirked and began to run his hand over Sherlocks thigh. „Sweet.“
„Yes. Now shut up and let me-“
But Sherlock beat him to it, a smile on his lips, „-kiss you?“
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