A tiny love [Johnlock romance & PocketLock]

Talking and walking

John coughed awkwardly before responding to the tall mans question. "Well, there's not much to tell. I've lived inside about my whole life. Anyway- I am John Hamish Watson." John said, taking a small bow. "I love to read, drink tea, and learn. Although I only know so much." Sherlock smiled at this, examining his face. "I... As you can see, am very short. About seven inches I believe. I like to meet new people, although it doesn't happen very often." John said, pointing to his small figure. "You can probably tell why." Sherlock laughed. "Anyway, the last man to live here was awfully rude, I trust that you are not?" John said, more of a question that a statement. Sherlock shrugged and replied. "I've been told I'm a bit of a jerk, frankly, I don't believe it." Sherlock said, with a wink.

John blushed madly, hoping Sherlock didn't notice his skin going red. Sherlock continued, this time telling John about himself. "I am Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, I solve crime when the police get stuck on a case, which they often do." John nodded slowly, he didn't know much about detectives. "I like tea, solving crimes, and deducing people. I am often bored. I hope you don't mind loud noises." John was confused, what did being bored have to do with loud noises? As if reading his mind, Sherlock answered his question. "I tend to shoot things." John nodded slowly, hating loud noises.

Sherlock stood up. "So, since we know of eachother, would you like some tea?" John nodded and scurried to the kitchen. Sherlock watched this, interesting in this small being.
When he had reached the kitchen, he pulled out a tall ladder and started up it. The ladder was kindly made by Miss Hudson, so John could reach the counter- and other places easier.

When John had reached the counter he noticed that Sherlock had been staring at him. "What?" John asked, blushing like mad. "Oh, nothing." Sherlock replied, shaking his head. John nodded slowly, grabbing his tiny cup. He coughed awkwardly. "I... I can't exactly make tea myself.." He blushed. "Would you mind helping?" At that, Sherlock nodded and pushed himself off the wall and walked over to the tea pot. John sat and stared at Sherlock whilst he made the tea.

He examined the way Sherlocks muscles tightened when he moved. John blushed. Why did he feel like this? John had never before 'liked' someone.
He'd never really been around a female other than his mother, sister, and Miss Hudson. John never thought of himself as gay, but of course, he's never really liked a girl, either.

Sherlock eventually noticed Johns stare. "Anything wrong, John?" he asked simply. "No..uh..Nope, everything fine, yup." John nodded frantically as he said this. Sherlock nodded, his lips forming an 'O'. John giggled at the the expression on Sherlocks face. Sherlock winked, although, playfully. Or as John thought, at least.
Sherlock swiftly moved over to John, pouring himself a cup, then John. John smiled and nodded. "Thank you." He said. "No problem." Sherlock replied, mixing things into his own drink. John took a sip of his tea and smiled. "Mm. This is good." Sherlock laughed and nodded. "Thanks." He replied simply, taking a sip of his own tea.

"So, what do you normally do around here?" He asked, fixing his eyes on John. John thought. "I don't do much, really. I usually read and take a tour of the house. That usually takes up most of my day." Sherlock nodded slowly, drinking his tea before speaking. "Ah." He replied. "Well then, mind giving me a tour?" John nodded quickly. "Well, sure! I'm a bit slow though.." John said, looking down at his feet. "Oh no worries." Said Sherlock. "I'll hold you in my hand and you can tell me where to go." John looked back up, blushing. "That sounds like a great idea." Soon, they finished their tea.

"Let's go." Said Sherlock, extending his hand out for John to climb on to. John quickly put down his cup and climbed into Sherlocks hand. Slipping now and again. Each time Sherlock would chuckle and help him back up. John was greatly embarrassed, but eventually made it. Soon they were walking down the hall, John pointing at random doors and saying what they were. Each time Sherlock nodding. John felt proud in himself, here he was, showing a beautiful man around his new home.

Sherlock would glance at John once and again. Sherlock wasn't sure what he felt towards the small man. At first he thought it was curiosity, then, once he got to know him, the feeling stayed. This greatly confused Sherlock, he usually knew what was going on, in fact, he knew everything, or at least he thought so. His feelings towards this small man, named John, was about the only thing he couldn't figure out.
He would find out, though, Sherlock always knew the answer, even if it took a bit.

Sherlock quickly memorised each room in the building and where to find it. John would glance at Sherlock once and again and smile. Sherlock loved Johns smile. He had only known him for a few hours but already grown to love that smile. This further confused Sherlock. Now he loved his smile, what did that mean? Sherlock hoped to soon find out. But for now, he'll have to live in confusion.