JohnLock - One-shot [English]

🔞🍋Captain John🍋

This chapter is written as part of 'The Lemon Festival' by marilouprivalli1. I advise you to go there, if you want to see all the lemons written on several fandoms!

https://www.wattpad.com/story/291531447-%F0%9F%8D%8Bla-f%C3%AAte-du-citron%F0%9F%8D%8B-inscriptions-ouvertes

Anyway, Merry Christmas everyone!

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John Watson shifted his shopping bag to his other hand, so that he could quietly reach for the mail. With several letters, and mostly advertising, in hand, he pushed open the door of 221B Baker Street.

He climbed the stairs quickly, and put the groceries directly on the kitchen table. At least, he tried, between his roommate's scientific stuff. He sighed, holding back yet another comment, which he knew would not change anything. With the courier in hand, he went into the living room, where Sherlock was rummaging around on his computer. John set the newspaper down beside him as he sorted through the mail. He discarded the ads and put the bills on the table. One letter, however, caught his eye.

The postmark was the army's, and his name was preceded by the words 'Captain'. He fell back in his chair, anxious to even open the envelope. A letter from the army could not be good news. 

- Everything OK?

Sherlock had left the computer to look at his roommate, who seemed to be lost in thought. 

- Yes. Yes. Just a letter from the army. 

- Oh. And what does it say?

- I don't know. I haven't opened it yet.

The two men fell into silence for a few seconds. Finally, the former captain broke down and opened the envelope. He quickly scanned the few lines, written on the computer. He felt relief come over him. It was only an invitation to a medal party.

- So?

- It looks like I'll have to break out my suit again.

John smiled, and looked up. Sherlock's eyebrows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

- Everything all right, Sherlock?

- Yes. Yes, everything is fine.

- Well, the party is this weekend. I should go try on my suit. I've had to change since the army. 

Sherlock opened his mouth. He had never seen his friend in his uniform, and he had to admit that he was rather curious to see the result. For this reason alone, he tried to convince himself, he sat for the next shift, his eyes glued to the stairs, waiting impatiently for John to come down. 

Soon he recognised the doctor's heavy footsteps on the stairs. Sherlock held his breath as John entered the room. 

He was wearing his uniform, a few buttons still open, but it didn't matter. He stood straight, his head held high, proud to be wearing his uniform again.

- What do you think? I feel like it's a little tighter than before.

The detective did not answer. He was completely focused on the soldier in front of him. 

- I think I'll have to ask Mrs Hudson to fix it up a bit before the party. I'd like to feel comfortable in it. 

- Mmh.

Sherlock was a few steps away from John now. He could feel his pulse racing, his brain caught in a thick fog. All he could see was the man in front of him, in his uniform, his blond hair shining in the sun.