A tiny love [Johnlock romance & PocketLock]

Acchiardo

(Texts are in / )

The next few days involved the normal stuff. John had shrunk back to his normal size by then, but Sherlock still visited him all the time.

The only un-normal thing that had happened was a text from an unknown number.

/Meet me at the park. -JM/

/Uh... Who are you?-JW/

/It's Moriarty, John, don't bring your boyfriend.-JM/

/What? Why not?-JW/

/I don't want him involved.-JM/

Nothing happened for a few moments

/Be here at 5:30. Dress nice.-JM/

John was confused. Why five? Why in formal attire? John decided it was better not to question and asked Sherlock for the chemical to make him 'tall' again.

After he was tall again and dressed he texted Jim.

/On my way.-JW/
seen: 5:19

He didn't answer but John knew he had seen it. He quickly told Sherlock goodbye, who thankfully didn't question why, and where he was going.

Ten minutes later John had reached the park, thankfully not late. He saw Jim sitting at a bench, in a very nice suit, John had to admit that. He looked great with his hair slicked back, 'Stayin' alive' was playing from his IPod, rather loudly.

When he had finally noticed John, he turned off his music and quickly stood. With a wink he shook Johns hand. "Well, hello there. I didn't expect you to really come." John nodded slowly, shaking Jim's hand. "And may I add, you look fantastic." Moriarty added, licking his lips and checking John out. John blushed, nervously and in a shaky voice, he relplied, "I could..s-say the same about you."

Moriarty chuckled and grabbed Johns hand, dragging John to a waiting Cab. "Where are we going?" Asked John, confused and slightly alarmed. "Thats for me to know, and you to find out."

THIRTY MINUTES LATER

after a painfully long ride, they reached their destination. It turned out to be a nice restaurant named 'Acchiardo' [this restaurant name is not made up, I do not own the name or restaurant.]

After they had sat and ordered, Moriarty began to talk. "So, how did you and that.... Man meet?" He said 'man' in almost a disgusted way.
John couldn't help but notice a tingling, hot feeling in his stomach. "This 'man' and I met when he moved into our flat." Moriarty nodded slowly, looking down at his phone.

"Champagne?" A deep, French accent asked behind us. "We didn't order any." Morarity replied, not looking from his phone. The man went behind John and asked again. "Champagne?" John shook his head, "its not ours." Moriarty looked up, and his eyes widened. "oh.."

John squealed when he felt a arm grab his own and pull him up. "So this is what you left the house for." The French accent was gone, a British accent replacing it. John recognized the voice.

It was Sherlock.

[hey! So I'm finally at my vacation destination. Tennessee! I'm at the smokies, it's beautiful! I have the nicest view. Sorry for the short chapter, but it's a bit longer.]