A tiny love [Johnlock romance & PocketLock]

So close

When Sherlock had said 'this is only the beginning' he wasn't lying. Afterwards he took John to a nice park. It was late so they were the only two at the park.

"Sherlock," said John, "It's beautiful!" As He had said this John was staring up at the sky, occasionally looking at a tree or the long, green grass. Sherlock replied "Yeah..." He said in almost a dreamy voice. John slowly moved his eyes from the sky to Sherlocks beautiful eyes, only to notice that he was already staring at me. John blushed and looked away, not use to people actually noticing himself.

John felt Sherlocks hand take his own, causing him to blush harder. John squeezed his hand gently and looked at the ground.

Soon John felt his free hand under my chin forcing it up, gently yet sternly. He stared into his beautiful eyes. John couldn't exactly tell the colour of his eyes. He guessed the best way to describe it as and ocean on a cloudy day. Or, the sky after it rains. Either way, it was beautiful.

Sherlock soon brought John out of his thoughts by kissing him. This kiss was slow and full of love. Johns arms snaked around his neck whilst Sherlocks hands were on the small of johns back.

Eventually you have to breathe, though. Sherlocks lips slowly moved from johns, causing a whimper to escape his lips. He chuckled and took johns hand again.

Sherlock leaned close to Johns ear, his hot breath tickling johns skin. "Let's go home."

Once they had reached home Sherlock decided it would be best to pin John to the couch and kiss him. They had gotten into it to the point where John started to unbutton Sherlocks purple shirt. [-bows- the PSOS, everyone.] You wouldn't expect a man like that to look good in a colour like purple, but Sherlock looked amazing in it. The shirt made him look fit and... Well, sexy.

As soon as John had gotten to the fourth button, Sherlock stopped him. With a yawn Sherlock pushed himself off of John. "Well, John, I'm off to bed. You can join me if you like." And with that, Sherlock left to his room. Sitting on the couch was a confused, and eager man. John groaned and pushed himself of the couch, following sherlock.

Hopefully Sherlock will let me use one of his shirt. Thought John.