Johnlock oneshots (2009, RDJ version)

Raining

It's raining outside and Holmes wants to get wet. He pulls on his boots and grabs Watson's hand.
"Please?" He says, and Watson can't stop the smile from spreading across his face.
"Just let me get my coat."
"No!" Holmes grins and pulls Watson out the door. The rain beats down on their heads and shoulders, and it takes less than a minute for them to be soaked through. The street lamp illuminates the raindrops in the dark and Holmes watches them, fascinated. Watson's gaze is fixed on his flatmate, enjoying the way Holmes' obsidian eyes glint and the way his hair sticks to his forehead in the pouring rain. He doesn't mind getting wet if it means seeing Holmes happy. It's rare to see him like this, his guard completely down and childish excitement plastered on his face. A heavy droplet drips from Holmes' hair onto his nose and he laughs. He turns to look at Watson, his eyes bright and gleaming. Watson brushes a strand of dark hair out of Holmes' eye. His hand rests on Holmes' cheek and the detective leans into the touch. Watson pulls him closer and presses his lips to Holmes'. The detective kisses him back, their noses bumping awkwardly. It makes Holmes giggle and he pulls away.
"Do you know how cliche it is to kiss in the rain?" He laughs.
Watson chuckles and kisses him again. He cups Holmes' cheek with one hand and winds the other around the detective's waist. Holmes kisses along Watson's jaw as the doctor murmurs to him.
"It might be dark, Holmes, but this would be safer in the confines of our rooms."
    "But I haven't even gotten to dance with you yet!" Holmes drags his lips from Watson's neck to look at him.
"And you think kissing in the rain is cliche." Watson teases, but he smiles when Holmes takes his hand. The detective brings it to his lips and kisses Watson's knuckles gently, while never breaking eye contact.
"May I have this dance, my dear Watson?" He says.
Watson hums in approval and lets Holmes draw him into a ballroom stance. The detective leads, spinning around to an imagined tune while Watson looks happily down at him. It doesn't take long for them to move closer, the formal stance lost entirely and their shared body heat warm through their wet clothes. Holmes rests his chin on Watson's shoulder and Watson's hands settle in the small of Holmes' back. They sway back and forth, and Watson thinks that should a police officer happen upon them, they'd be such a wonderful sight that they couldn't be reprimanded for it. He moves one hand to stroke his lover's dripping hair and kisses Holmes' temple. Holmes turns to catch Watson's mouth with his and kisses him quickly.
"I'm cold now." Holmes mumbles.
Watson raises an eyebrow. "Whose idea was it to come out in the dark, when it's pouring?"
Holmes blushes.
"Let's go inside, we can dry by the fire. If you're lucky I'll make you tea." Watson says.
"I'm always lucky." Holmes smiles. "You lead the way, my dear Watson."