One shots (johnlock fluff mostly)

As You Are

A new addition to the flat soon became the very compact piano that somehow fitted into the corner nearby Sherlocks violin.

Sherlock had decided to purchase it when he had discovered it cheap at the side of the road and with a few tweaks it was sounding perfect. He started off with basic songs to learn and John soon grew accustomed to Sherlocks piano practice at random points of the day including when he was trying to sleep.

It was a particular night when John heard something besides misplaced fingers and angry groans and he instead heard a fluid motion of chords that made him rise from his restless attempts at sleep and head downstairs to watch through the door as Sherlocks eyes scanned the music sheets that lay before him.

He was feeling content with the perfect playing until he heard it properly, a voice that rolled off rapid deductions like molten metal, scolding the intelligence of all around, softened now, gentle and deep, melting into the chords of the piano.

You raised the lights when it was frightening
You calmed the storm when it was rising
You found me there where I was hiding
All I have is here and now

John watched him carefully, his eyes closing so he was lost in the moment and his mouth curving angelically around each syllable.

If the ground beneath our feet has disappeared
I'll be here beside you, always be right near you
Remember me, won't you?

The words hit John like Sherlock was talking directly to him, they were never apart, John loved his charisma and eccentricity, he couldn't keep away.

I know we've all got our problems
And it's a blessing that we made it here so far
If you lay here in these arms tonight I promise
I promise to take you, take you as you are

Sherlock swayed to the music, his chocolate curls hanging in silky ribbons over his alabaster freckled face. Cupid bow lips and daring blue eyes, a oceans storm.

When I was reaching out in the dark
When the streets below just looked so far
When I forgot everything that I was
All I needed was your love

John would look out the window to see if his words were true, but he couldn't take his eyes off the man in front, his fingers gliding quickly and smoothly across the keys.

If the earth beneath our feet is old and caves in
For a second we will fight, when it's late in the evening
Don't let me go, dear

John took some tentative steps closer, closing the distance between him and the artist.

I know we've all got our problems
And it's a blessing that we made it here so far
If you lay here in these arms tonight I promise
I promise to take you, take you as you are

Sherlock looked up as John's bare sole made contact with the floor, smiling softly at John, lighting up his eyes in the dark living room.

Take you as you are, as you are
Take you as you are, as you are
Take you as you are, as you are
As you are

John closed the distance entirely and stood up behind Sherlock who looked over his shoulder at John, still playing as though he knew the instrument now like the back of his hand, born to play.

I know we've all got our problems
And it's a blessing that we made it here so far
If you lay here in these arms tonight I promise (I promise)
I promise to take you, take you as you are

John lifted his arms and rested them gently on Sherlocks shoulders, locking together around the taller mans chest, and Sherlocks breath hitched ever so slightly but continued as though his brain wasn't racing at a thousand miles per hour.

I know we've all got our problems
And it's a blessing that we made it here so far
If you lay here in these arms tonight I promise
I promise to take you, take you as you are

Once the song ended, Sherlock stood up, and turned around in John's arms to face the soldier. His eyes were warm and loving.

"John" Sherlock whispered fondly.

"I think I still prefer the violin, but you looked beautiful playing that" John whispered, stroking a curl out of Sherlocks eyes and then resting one of his hands down to Sherlocks waist.

"So my husband prefers the violin?" Sherlock asked thoughtfully.

"But you know what I love most don't you?" John asked, pressing a kiss to Sherlocks nose.

"Silence?" Sherlock chuckled and John laughed quietly next to him.

"No, you idiot, I love you most of all, now off to bed with you" John replied gently.

"I'm not finished yet" Sherlock complained.

"Don't make me carry you" John warned with a mischievous smile on his face.

"John--John no--no john!" Sherlock begged, backing away from John and scrambling away and over the sofa.

John pinned Sherlock down and into a fireman lift before carrying him down the hall into their bedroom, where he set Sherlock back down again, handing him his pajamas.

Later that night, John had his arms wrapped tightly around his lover as he breathed against his neck, John stroking fondly at his curls, tangling his fingers.

"Goodnight darling" John whispered, kissing Sherlocks cheek.

"Goodnight John" Sherlock yawned, reaching up to wrap a hand around John's waist and pulling him closer like a child with a teddy. "I love you"

"I love you too sweetheart"