A Study of Lovers (Johnlock fanfic)

Feelings and thoughts

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As the cab to a complete stop in front of the restaurant, John quickly retracted his hand before Sherlock could notice and climbed out as he threw money at the driver and stepped out onto the street.

The restaurant had the look of just being newly refurbished as it must have been an older building of this side of London. As they sat down and picked up their menus, the words started to blur together for John as he snapped out of this love-sick state and came to a realization of real life. He had to tell himself that whatever he was thinking of in any way of Sherlock, he had to stop. He had to stop the thoughts that covered his normal everyday thinking like a black veil of a newly widowed bride.

I am not in love with a consulting detective. I am not in love with Sherlock Holmes. John repeated to himself over and over again. He had to get those incessant feelings to stop. But just like taking pain killers for a bad ache of the body, the thoughts subsided and he could get on with the lunch.

"Can I get you boys anything?" A cheerful blonde waitress with a thicker face and bright red lipstick and a bigger waist came over to their table, ready for them to place their order.

"I'll take a spaghetti and meatball and just water to drink will be fine." John darted his eyes over to Sherlock who had no interest in taking part in ordering anything. After a short pause, he finally did.

"I'll have the same." Sherlock answered. As the waitress wrote it down and walked away, John's shoulders slumped down a bit and he sat back in his seat as he turned his interest out to the window, watching the people pass by.

"What?" Sherlock said, after he noticed John's actions. He turned his attention back to Sherlock and chuckled.

"You really aren't going to eat that, are you?" John added.

"I never really intended to. I just didn't want to seem like a complete arsehole and not order anything." Sherlock answered.

"Believe me Sherlock, you do that all on your own." John turned his attention back out to the window and breathed out a deep sigh.

"Is that a compliment?" Sherlock asked, hoping for a real answer. John smiled and nodded his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he swore he saw Sherlock smile a truly real smile.

Maybe he was really in love.

An untouched plate of spaghetti sat before Sherlock as he studied the way John ate his lunch.

"Sherlock, could you please eat something? You haven't had a case in weeks and you still refuse to eat. Please..." John closed his eyes and said it.

"Please, for me." As soon as he said that, Sherlock's face lit up with color from his usual pale self and ate one forkful then pushed it aside. John smiled.

"Thank you." John managed to push those words out of his mouth.

As they finished up, it started pouring rain outside with a crack of lightning here and there and the occasional roll of thunder.

Seeming that Sherlock made an umbrella come out of nowhere, they hurried and waited by the curb for a cab home. One after another, they were turned down and one minute after another John became more and more chilled to the bone. A huge crack of thunder and lightning broke through the sky that made John nearly jump out of his skin. Sherlock wrapped his hand around to John's lower back and press his palm into the small of his back. He lost all feeling in his body, with his eyes widened, he looked over to Sherlock and questioned what was the man thinking. As they finally hailed one down and stepped in, John gave the address of 221B and they were on their way back home.