Eastern Winds (JohnLock)

Chapter 17 - Scotland Yard

A/N: Guys sorry again, I tend to have like a week long gap and then update like four times but I'm trying super hard! Cannot believe my first fic already has 150+ reads! Thankyou SO much! 

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Sherlock's P.O.V;

I was incredibly impressed by John's deduction skills, they're continuing to improve everyday. Of course it means I spend less time explaining my thoughts aloud which means the work is becoming significantly quicker. On the other hand I miss the confusion on his face as he stared up at me wondering what I'd figured out, that is a face I would never grow tired of, but one I am slowly begining to miss. I was still unaware of how these feelings are supposed work, I just get sudden urges to grab his slightly wrinkled face with both hands and press our lips together. I definately enjoyed kissing, it was more pleasant than I could have imagined considering how unsanitary the whole thing is.

I continued to explain to Lestrade that the man we searched for was a childrens author who's books have boomed over the past few years. He'd have written multiple fairytale stories and there was always the possiblilities of crime novels too, after all and alias is always a self portrait. Richard Brook had was an actor, after all. Moriarty had a flare for dramatics. Through out the whole conversation my eyes continued to focus on John, he sat sipping his coffee and picking at the edges of the disposable cup. "John?" He hummed back as a response. "Are you okay?" my voice was skeptical.

"Oh. What? Hmm. Yes, sorry. I was just thinking..." The doctor continued to stare into space. I notice Greg shoot me a look, he wanted me to pry. I wouldn't, not infront of him anyway, I could see the corners of John's mouth were turned down and his brow furrowed, he was worried, most likely about the outcome of the case. He needed my comfort, but I couldn't oblige in the glass box that was Lestrade's office, I wasn't entirely comfortable with this new relationship just yet, but I'll adjust soon, I'd do anything where John is concerend.

I acted unphased by John's worry and continued to aid Lestrade with some delightfully boring murders. How transparent could one man be? It was obviously the garder, look at the mud stains on the rug! How London did not crash and burn while I was gone for two years, I'll never know!

As I rose from my seat beside the detective inspector to head back to the flat I heard a sniffle from the corner of the room. My eyes darted to where John was sat making contact with his watering eyes, I rushed to the mans side. "John, Oh my God, John? Are you okay? What's wrong? Have I done something? Tell me. John?" I hadn't noticed how fast my speech was until I saw John smiling sadly at me.

"Sher-No-Slow down-Sherlock! I'm fine, It's just, I almost lost you twice now! I don't want to go through that a third time. That's all..." Greg cleared his throat from behind us, making an excuse so that he could leave, giving us some time alone. I didn't turn to watch him leave, all my energy was focused on John. "Look, I'm being a girl Sherlock, can we just go home? Let's not tell anyone about this, and let Greg know I'll bloody kill him if he does!" I barely had time to laugh before his lips were softly placed onto mine. He pulled on the lapels of my coat bringing me towards him. I took his waist and shitfed him onto my knee. I would never grow tired of kissing John, ever. My hands continued to grab at his jumper as his slid into my hair, I could feel him tugging at the messy curls and there was an almost inaudiable groan at the back of my throat. He knew exactly how to drive me mad.

There was another small cough from the door. Lestrade was back.

John was blushing before we even had time to seperate ourselves, he made a break for the coat hook, slinging on his favourite barbour Jacket while I straightened my scarf. "Bloody hell. I've been gone, for what? 10 minutes" He cheked his watch. "and I come back to find you two getting off in my office!" John was mortified, yet I siezed the opportunity.

"Lestrade, get off it! Can a couple of men not have a quick shag in an office?" His face was glorious! However, only for a second, I'd caught the man off guard but he soon regained his posture. "Oh my god, please keep it to the bedroom, you can do that wherever you like guys, just aslong as you're far away from me" He was laughing now. I chuckled with him. John continued to blush

"Oh Greg, I'm sorry, I didn't- We didn't... There was no sex, just kissing, I promise. Why am I still talking? Oh God." 

"John, mate there is no need to be embarrassed. There's plenty of times I've walked in on you and your birds before at Baker Street. What did the daily mail call you again? Oh yeah a 'Batchelor' Was it? At least now I'll deffinatley know to ring the door bell before bursting in!" I frowned at the thought of John and one of his women on our sofa... "God knows I don't want to see your bare arse again!"

That was our queue to leave. Grabbing John's hand I made a polite threat to Lestrade as to silence him considering the afternoons events, we left the office abrubtly ending the conversation regarding John's sex life with others. We climbed into a cab and made our way home. Although our hands stayed joined, we stayed in silence for the entire journey.

I needed time to think.