You Don't Know Me | Johnlock

Chapter Three

JOHN'S POV
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John woke up with a satisfying feeling of Sherlock laying next to him. Last night was amazing. Sherlock had agreed to date John, and John was overjoyed.
John quietly got up and headed for the kitchen. He made Sherlock and himself a cuppa, and sat at the kitchen table. He watched the rise and fall of Sherlock's chest. His eyes fluttered open.
"Good morning, Love." John said happily to his new boyfriend. "I made you a tea."
"Thank you." Sherlock mumbled in response as he sat down at the table with John.
"Any new cases?" John asked even though he knew the answer.
"No. No one has anything good going on. No murder!" Sherlock said, his voice flat and boring.
"Well I have I surprise for you I planned last night." John added excitement tinting his voice.
"Oh." Sherlock replied.

Sherlock's POV
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"Oh." Sherlock replied. He never thought of anyone ever doing anything nice for him. This was a shock.
"You should get ready. We have to leave soon." John told the dark haired man.
"Okay." Sherlock replied. How could John figure something out so fast? We only started dating last night. Sherlock took a shower, got dressed, and did all of the usual morning type things. When he got downstairs he saw John holding a blindfold.
"You're going to have to trust me."
"Okay."
John wrapped the blindfold around Sherlock's head, and tied it. Sherlock heard John walk around him and grab something. Then Sherlock felt John grasp his hand.
"Follow me." John ordered Sherlock, and Sherlock did just that. They left Baker Street and hailed a cab. John whispered something to the driver, and put whatever he was holding on the other side of him. Minutes went by quickly and soon enough they were at their destination. John paid the cabbie and helped Sherlock out of the car.
"Can I take off my blindfold yet? Sherlock whined.
"Just give it a little longer, love." John replied almost instantly. Hm... John was expecting me to say that.
They walked together for a few minutes, and then John started to prepare something. Sherlock couldn't figure out what he was doing, so he just stayed quite.
"Okay, love, you can take off your blindfold." John's voice was sweet. It sent butterflies into Sherlock's stomach. Sherlock took of his blindfold and saw a beautiful picnic set up in front of him. There was a waterfall, sandwiches, and wine. John was sitting in the checkered blanket he laid out.
"How did yo-" Sherlock started, but was cut off by John.
"I have my ways." John said and signaled Sherlock to sit next to him. Everything was perfect. They ate their lunch while holding hands and sharing childhood memories. It almost felt like it was too good to be true.
"Thank you, John. You have no idea how much I love you."
"I love you, too, Sherlock." John leaned over and kissed Sherlock passionately. The kiss was just how Sherlock had imagined it. Perfect. After lunch they went on a walk in the park. They held hands and walked side by side. Sherlock caught a few people staring, but he didn't care. He was the happiest man alive. He had John.