Johnlock Oneshots

Happy New Year

The loud cheers of people celebrating deafened Sherlock. People jostled around, bumping into him, unaware of the world around them. Drinks were held high, and skin glittered, heat from the proximity to others suffocating the crowds in a hazy blur. A careless arm was brought down behind Sherlock, and an elbow met the back of his head. He stumbled forward, reaching out on instinct to steady himself.

Luckily for him, the person he'd grabbed was none other than John Watson.

John looked surprised at the sudden closeness, he hadn't seen what the cause of Sherlock's tumble was, but he made no move to remove himself from Sherlock's grip. The detective had grabbed one of John's arms, just above the elbow. His other hand rested on John's shoulder.

All thoughts of yelling at the person who pushed him disappeared from Sherlock's mind as he registered just how close he stood to his friend.

"Five!"
The crowd had begun counting down, but Sherlock could barely hear them over the pounding of his heart as John's surprise turned to a warm smile. The army Doctor gently placed his hands on Sherlock's hips, and the detective felt as though his breathing stopped completely.

"Four!"
One of John's hands came up to tug gently on Sherlock's coat collar. Understanding what he was trying to do, Sherlock bent his head down so that he wasn't too far out of John's reach. The detective could feel the beginning of a smile tugging at his lips and did nothing to prevent it.

"Three!"
The hand that was on Sherlock's coat collar moved around to the back of his neck, dragging him closer to John, who was poised on the tips of his toes to farther close the gap between them.

"Two!"
They were now so close that their noses were almost touching, and Sherlock felt as though he was burning. He drank up the sight of John's smiling face and barely registered him saying the words, "I don't mind."

"One!"
Their lips finally touched and fireworks went off, both literally and figuratively. The kiss was short but passionate, and Sherlock had never experienced anything better. Too soon it was over, and the couple rested their foreheads together, trying to catch their breath, as what seemed the rest of the world cheered around them.

Sherlock replayed what had just happened in his mind, and then, he started to laugh. John raised an eyebrow in question at the giggling man, but Sherlock just hugged him and buried his head in the crook between the doctor's neck and shoulder.

"Anytime," Sherlock mumbled into John's shoulder.

"What was that?"
Sherlock raised his head so John could see him grinning. "Happy New Year John."

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Sorry if this is really shitty, I sort of sped through so I could get it done on time. Anyway, Happy new year, and good luck with series four!