Just a Fluffy Johnlock

A Honeymoon

The rest of the ride to the lake house was extremely pleasant for John and Sherlock. After getting back on the road, they called Molly and excitedly shared the news with her.

As John's telephone rang, and the two anticipated their friend picking up the line, John kissed Sherlock gently on the cheek and smiled.
"I love you Sherly."
"I love you too."
Sherlock's face turned a light shade of red, though he kept his eyes on the road. Evidently, John thought, he had shown enough emotion for today.

Finally, a familiar voice greeted the pair.

"Hello, John!" Molly chirped through the phone.

"Hi, Molly! Sherlock's here too, we're in the car. We just called to tell you the good news." John beamed at his new boyfriend, who also smiled slightly.

"Pray tell, Mr. Watson, another murder?" Molly teased.

"Better, actually. You see, Sherlock and I... are a couple!" John practically shouted.
On the other line, a very excited Molly squealed.
"That's wonderfull! I'm so happy for the two of you. Well, I'll have to call you back, Lestrade needs me. Congratulations! It's about time!" And with that, she hung up.

"Well Molly seemed happy for us." John commented happily, squeezing his boyfriend's shoulder.

"She did. Not unlike her to be cheerful, though." Sherlock replied coolly, as he reflected back on the unreturned affections Molly had previously had for him.

Suddenly, John smiled a large, toothy grin and laughed from the depths of his stomach.

"What?" the other man asked curiously, smiling at his partner.

"It's just what Molly said."

"Which part of what Molly said?" Sherlock asked, wondering if John had considered Molly's past feeling for Sherlock as well.

"The part about how "it's about time". John smiled, wondering if there had been noticeable chemistry between the two before now.
"Ah." Sherlock nodded knowingly. He supposed the thought had only struck him. It was for the best, he thought. Better that John be happy than caught in the endless road map of possible situations Sherlock experienced every day.

As the empty highway around them slowly became more and colorful and the previously gray and shadowed skies became low with greenery. A shimmering body of water began to come into view on the horizon, just as the sun began to set.It was a whole new world to John, this quiet road. Perhaps this was life's reward for finally letting his heart decide. He had lived in the city for almost all of his life, yet the echoing, vast hills of the country side called to him, as if it was his home.

Finally, they had reached the lake house.

The truck began to putter as Sherlock stopped it in front of an enormous house along side of the lake. It had grandiose windows, and a large set of double doors, as well as a fat front porch with multiple rocking chairs.

As the pair stepped out onto the squishy grass, Sherlock cracked his knuckles and stretched, exhausted from hours of driving. John ran excitedly to the house, unlocking the doors in a hurry. Once John had opened the doors, he sighed heavily. "It's gorgeous." he whispered. Sherlock nodded, walking up beside him.

Sherlock examined the vast entry hall and the expensive-looking chandelier hanging from the ceiling as he followed John into his father' old vacation home. It was, in fact, gorgeous. Not only was the lake house large and elegant, but it was unexpectedly clean after being abandoned for quite some time.

John wandered the empty halls of the house, and Sherlock began to bring their bags into the master bedroom. He staggered slightly from the weight, but found his way to the enormous bedroom safely.

Behind him,  John followed Sherlock into the spacious room, which had pale mint walls and a king size bed. On the bed was a fluffy white duvet, and two white lamp stands stood on either side of it. Collapsing onto the bed, Sherlock dragged John down with him, the latter of which squeaked in suprise. Sherlock wrapped John in his arms, spooning with him as they stared out the window at the expansive property.

"This bed is really soft, Oh my goodness!" John exclaimed.

"Indeed." the other agreed.

They sat in silence for a moment, but it wasn't awkward as it might be at work. It was a silence of unspoken gratitude, thankfulness for the present moment.

Sherlock realized that it was his first time feeling this kind of satisfaction. It was very different from his usual reality, one of constant chaos and movement, all in a desperate attempt to avoid time spent within his own mind. No, for once in his life he felt at peace. He was finally happy, and for that he was greatfull.

He gently reached down, stroking the hair of the smaller man. It was ruggedly cut and thick, and Sherlock's fingers met more resistance than expected as he pushed them across John's part.

The unfamiliar warmth of Sherlock's body against his felt anything but unfamiliar to John. It was as if they had spooned every night, it felt natural. The gentle shifting in his hair was natural too, being with Sherlock was natural. John knew then and there he was where he was meant to be, in the arms of the man he was meant to be with. His joy was almost palpable as he realized that Sherlock most certainly felt the same way.