It is what it is (Johnlock)

Chapter 9

John was laying on the couch, watching crap telly and drinking a glass of whiskey. It was Wednesday evening today which meant that they had been at the cottage for three days. Sherlock had only rented until Friday at noon so they didn't many days left to enjoy their mini vacation. John was very happy Sherlock had decided to surprise him with some days away from the big city. He didn't really know what to say at first so he decided to cook them a lovely dinner as a way of saying thank you. The days here had been wonderful. They had enjoyed the countryside and taken many long walks by the sea. Rosie seemed very happy here and played a lot with Sherlock in the garden. John had never truly realised how good he was with Rosie. He was always at work or away when he watched her. It warmed his heart though. Seeing the man he loved being so gentle and caring with his daughter. Yesterday they had visited a farm not that far away from the cottage and John took a lot of pictures of Rosie petting different animals. It was easily one of the most adorable things John had ever seen.

Today had not been as adorable. Sherlock had seen in the local newspaper that someone had been murder just fifty minutes away from the cottage so he had gone to help the police. Or to show off as John would put it. The prick had barely left a note when he decided to leave at four in the morning causing John to almost have a heart attack when he woke up four hours later. Sherlock had left a note which he claimed was left in a visible place which John was more than ready to disagree on. The note was left on the porch with half of it being under a flower pot so it wouldn't fly away in the wind. It took John an hour and a half to find it and the fact that the only written word on it was murder didn't really help calming him down. When Sherlock came back home two hours later so had John calmed down a bit but he still screamed at detective.

There was a loud crash in the kitchen which caused John to snap out of his thoughts. He moved his gaze from the telly to look at Sherlock in the kitchen but he wasn't there.

"Sherlock?" John called out as he got up from the couch to look for him. The were no sign of him in kitchen but there was glass shards on the floor. Not a lot though which indicated that it was just a glass that had fell. He kept calling out the detective's name as he walked around the house. When he went up the stairs heard he the sound of soft crying. It came from Rosie's room, the cottage was big enough for her to have her own room. John walked towards her door and opened it. There he found Sherlock trying to calm her down. He smiled a little at John when he saw that he had entered the room. Rosie also noticed that he entered and pointed her arm towards him to show that she wanted John to hold her. Sherlock walked over and handed her over to John. She calmed down rather quickly and was soon again back to sleep. They quietly left her room and went down stairs. John was just going ask when Sherlock interrupted him.

"The baby alarm went off, she was crying a lot so I rushed upstairs to calm her down and in the process I knock over a glass." He said as he went in to the kitchen to clean up the mess he made. How didn't I hear that? he thought to himself. John followed and helped him clean up without saying a word. When the mess was dealt with gave John him a long hug.

"What was that for? Not that you're not allowed to hug me! It was just a bit unexpected you know." The detective exclaimed and blushed a bit at the end of his sentence while he draped a hand through his wild locks. John just laughed a little at him and smiled.

"How can you be such a good friend when your people skills are absolute rubbish?" The doctor said with a small smirk on his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest and gave the detective an almost challenging look.

"Well my deducing skills aren't rubbish. Wish I could say the same about yours though." The detective instantly shot back as he smirked and returned the doctor's challenging look.

"Okay let's settle this once for all like real men do. You brought Monopoly right?" John asked a bit over dramatically, the glass if whiskey he had earlier had started kicking in. Sherlock started laughing a bit and looked at John with adore in his eyes.
"And you call me a drama queen." Sherlock shot back as he entered the living room to fetch the board game. While he did that so poured John them two rather large glasses of whiskey. Sherlock put the game down on the kitchen table as John put the glasses down.

"May the best man win." John said still a bit over dramatically.

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They had now played Monopoly for almost two hours and they were both pretty wasted at this point. They stopped playing by the rules long ago and had now fused Monopoly and strip poker in to one game. It was probably a pretty amusing sight, Sherlock was wearing only pants and John was only wearing a shirt. The rest of their clothes were spread across the kitchen floor along with half of the game pieces and a lot of whiskey that they had spilled.

"No Sherlock! You can't just get out of jail without taking a piece of clothing off! It's like you don't even care about the rules no more!" John protested loudly, it was a wonder that Rosie hadn't woken up.

"I say we play the game like this instead. It's way more fun than your boring rules." He slurred back while he crossed his arms to show that he was not backing down.

"But you have to play by the rules!" John slurred back rather desperately, he couldn't just let the detective play Monopoly without the rules.

"Make me." Sherlock shot back daringly.

"Fine!" John shot back and in seconds was at the other side of table, tickling Sherlock until he gasped for air.

"John stop it..." He managed to get out in between laughing and gasping for air.

"Fine." John finally said and they both started laughing. And laughed for what felt like hours at nothing until they were both gasping for air.

"John?" Sherlock quietly asked.

"Yes." John responded.

"When did we end up on the floor?" He asked which made the doctor and realise that they were in fact laying on the floor. John met Sherlock's gaze and they smiled a little a each other. John didn't answer him, he was too busy getting lost in Sherlock's eyes. They layer there and just looked at each other as they they slowly inched closer. When there was nothing but a few centimetres left they stopped. John's gaze flicked down to Sherlock's lips and up to his eyes again. And he could see that Sherlock's did the same. They started leaning in slowly and when they were nothing but a millimetre or so left Rosie started screaming at the top of her lungs causing both of them to pull back.

AN:
Had so much fun writing this chapter #sorrynotsorry

Love Ebba ;)