Eastern Winds (JohnLock)

Chapter 6 - Escorted

John's POV:

Shit shit shit. Why did I just do that? I daren't turn around. I can imagine a his poor horror stricken face now, just keep going through the fridge John, he will just think you're much drunker than you are. Oh god I'm an idiot, I slowly turned around, extending my arm, holding a can of cider out towards Sherlock. To my own astonishment, he was beaming back at me yet confusion flashed across his eyes as they met mine. I was the first to look away before the detective politely declined the can and headed towards the kettle.

He was actually smiling. There were no questions, or frowns or disappointing stares, maybe I was wrong about Sherlock all along. We continued to stand in the kitchen together a while longer as he made himself a glass of water and slowly drank it. He turned to face me and the corners of his mouth were still turned upwards. God knows how much I would pay to know what was going through his mind as his eyes explored my body and especially as they lingered on my collar bone which was peeking through the neck of my jumper. He noticed I had too become occupied watching Sherlocks expressinos change before we had time to explain either of ourselves the countdown begun in the next room. Sherlock sighed and left the kitchen and I followed we stood in the doorway as we collectivley chanted along with the television set. Big Ben chimed and within seconds fireworks were exploding both on the television and on the streets. Greg threw his arms around Molly lifting her from the ground cheering. Mrs Hudson began singing 'Old Lang Sye' by herself before the drunken pair joined with her.

Meanwhile I watched on from the door cheering along with my friends and I couldn't help but crack another smile. I've done alot of smiling since we got Sherlock back home. How different today would have been had I have lost Sherlock. It was like he could tell I was pondering over the possibilities of losing him as he slid his hand into the back pocket of my jeans and bowed his head "Happy New Year, Dr Watson." I couldn't help but blush. Before I was aware of my actions, my arms had wrapped themselves around the detective's torso and I tiptoed subtly brushing my lips against his cheek while nobody in the room was paying us any attention. "Never leave again Sherlock"

"Don't worry John, I could never leave my blogger. I'd be lost without you." There I went blushing again.

I didn't want to move an inch but other people would soon start asking questions so I quickly escaped Sherlocks hold and dived into our group of friends wishing them the best of years before continuing to drink as the alcohol flowed. For the next few hours Sherlock must have been thinking over our exchange of words in the doorway as he continued to play the slow tune on the violin. We all sat and listened to him play the beautifully sad instrument before our guests slowly filtered from the flat leaving myself and the detective. I felt myself nod off on a few occasions, the last time I awoke Sherlock had his arm around my waist supporting my weight as he guided me towards his bedroom. He noticed I had stirred and softly whisperd "John, you need to rest. Big day ahead of us tommorow. You'll need your energy for blogging." I could have sworn he just winked at me. Sherlock was a different man tonight, all I wanted was to lay by his side for the entire night while his fingers made patterens on my hands as we talked until sunrise but there was truth to his words. I was exhausted and did infact need to rest. The realisation of this hit me as he was removing my shoes, placing me into his bed and folding the covers around me. I felt something brush against my forehead before the door shut quietly behind sherlock.

Once again I drifted off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.