The umbrella (Johnlock)

Chapter five.

I froze.

"Whatwhatwhatwhatwhat." I thought on repeat. I could almost read the signs on myself. Sweaty palms, avoiding eye-contact, just a lot of defensive body language. What is wrong with me?

I asked him: "What do you mean, "us" ?"

His eyebrows went down. "Don't act stupid John." He said, judging me. "By saying, "us", I was being discrete. You must know that I know what your up to, by now John." He started. But I stopped him before he could jump to more conclusions. "Sherlock, what are you saying? I don't know what you're talking about."

And for the first time in my life, I saw Sherlock Holmes become speechless. It first sounded like he was about to say something. But he stopped himself, just standing looking me right in the eyes. I felt like bursting into laughter just by the sight and the thought of probably being the only person to ever do that. But suddenly it felt like time stood still, as he slowly moved closer to me. He stopped right before me, and lifted his right hand up on my arm. I got goosebumps, and of course he could feel it, so he gave my arm a quick look, before he looked back into my eyes. He didn't smile, his face was emotionless, and so was mine. This was serious and we could both feel that if one of us made a wrong movement, it would screw it up. He leaned his face in, so that our foreheads where meeting. I closed my eyes, and for a moment, whole of London was quiet. Just for a little minute, every car honking, every person talking, shutted up. Sherlock slowly leaned in, to let his lips meet mine. A thousand thoughts were running through my head in that moment. Was I about to kiss him? Was this what I really wanted? And just briefly, his lips touched mine. A kiss so fragile, but yet so passionate, had never crossed my lips. He stopped for a little while, to bite his bottom lip, before he gave me a proper kiss. Slowly our mouths began to open, and tongue was slipping through. I moved the arm Sherlock wasn't touching, up on the back of his head, and moved my fingers through his soft curly hair. It felt like I wasn't the one controlling my actions anymore.

He moved his right hand around my waist. I moved my right hand up on his back, pulling him closer to me and he didn't resist. His left hand moved up on the back of my head, and pushed me a little more into the kiss. The kiss got more and more intense. I felt embarrassed. It was always awkward for me, when it had to do with.. you know. And suddenly i realized: This was a man I apparently liked and he was kissing me, naked only wearing a sheet.

Oh shit. 

Sherlock tried to say something while we were kissing. "Stop..." He gave me a short kiss before he continued: "Thinking." He continued to kiss me.

I grinned a little. Typical Sherlock.

"Sorry" I giggled.

So I did my best not to think. 

That didn't go well.

We moved inside Sherlock's bedroom, and i started undressing. It didn't take Sherlock long, because he was naked under the sheet. I pulled my jumper off, and my trousers off. I was now standing in front of Sherlock Holmes, in my pants.

"Red?" Sherlock said, lying on the bed with the sheet only just covering his private parts.

"Yes?" I asked.

Sherlock grinned. "Never mind."

I threw myself on the bed, and crawled on top of Sherlock. He was now lying on his back. His dark curls fell so beautifully around his head on the mattress. "Stop looking at my hair" Sherlock grunted. I kissed him, and didn't stop before we both fell asleep. That night we slept, holding hands. My head was resting on his chest.

I dreamt. For the first time in a long time, it wasn't a nightmare from the war. I used to have nightmares about the war. About people I couldn't save. About when I got shot. But this, this was definitely a dream.

Sherlock was standing in a flower field. It was raining a lot. He was looking at the flowers. They where pretty tall, those flowers. He sat down with his legs crossed. And next to him his violin were laying on the ground. He picked it up and started playing while he was sitting down. A beautiful melody that I had never heard before. It seemed a bit sad at first, but then it got happier. Sherlock didn't seem to mind that it was raining. But I thought he might catch a cold if he was sitting there getting all wet and chill. I walked over to him, but he didn't see me. It was like he was playing so intense that nothing else mattered to him. But suddenly he stopped. He rose from his sitting on the ground, and looked at me. He dropped the violin on the ground, and moved both his hands up on my face. And when he touched me, everything just disappeared. Everything around us first went in a blur, but then completely disappeared. And then he kissed me, and everything came back.

And then I woke up with Sherlock watching me sleep.

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I know I do every time, but still, I had never imagined that this story would get this many reads. 167 is crazy many reads in my opinion.

So thank you for taking the time to read this story.