Sherlock one shots x readers, preferences and imagines

John one shot x reader - My turn

*yesterday*

'Here you go.' John said and handed the woman the money. 'Thank you. Have a nice evening.' She said with a fake smile on her face. 'Yes, you too.' John answered genuinely and walked away with the bags filled with food. 'Here,' I said, 'hand me one. You don't have to carry them both.' John didn't give me a bag but instead muttered something. 'Sherlock should have asked to carry a bag. He promised to go to the supermarket this time.' As I took one of the bags anyway, I smiled at him. 'Yes, Sherlock should have done this so we'd have some time together. Already thought of a way to make him pay for it?' John looked up and smiled mischievously. 'Countless ways.'

We just walked out of the supermarket building when it started to rain like crazy. Or, like they say here in London, it was raining cats and dogs. The rhythmic sound of numerous raindrops falling on the stones beneath us made me think of a song and while John wanted to run through the streets to return home as fast as possible, the song I playing in my head made me want to stay in the rain. Softly I began to hum with the song.

'Really? You're humming 'singin' in the rain' right now?' John asked. 'Come here! Run, quickly! Don't just stand there in the pouring rain!' He said but I ignored him. I placed the bag underneath a small roof so it would stay dry and walked back in the rain. Just like the song says: I was dancing in the rain. And John, who stood underneath the same small roof with his bag still in his hand, watched me do so.

'Okay, enough now. Come here or you'll get ill.' He said and grinned sweetly. 'No, John come here! Come, dance with me!' I said happily and really enjoyed the heavy raindrops that tapped on my shoulders. My hair dripped of the water and my clothes were as wet as can be, so why go away now? 'Come John!' I tried again. He seemed to doubt but agreed eventually. He walked into the rain but immediately ran back to his shelter. 'I don't know if I should.' He said. So I walked towards him and gave him a tight hug. 'So, now you're wet too. What does it matter if you get wetter? Come!' And this time I succeeded. John and I stood in the pouring rain and it was really funny to dance with him.

'I feel like I'm in a movie or something.' I said and made a failed pirouette. I laughed loudly when John could just catch me before I fell after I had lost my balance. 'Me too. And it's kind of romantic here.' He smirked. I loved the sight of him smirking, it was truly adorable. The lines that connect his nose with the corner of his mouth became really clear when he smirked and his eyes shone so lovingly. I adored that sight. And there we were, kissing in the rain, like a scene from a movie that every broken heart knows. But it felt perfect and the smell of his wet hair tickled my nose. His hands, both still wrapped around me since he had just saved me from falling, brought me warmth in the cold rain and I welcomed the pleasing warm feeling inside too. And while the rhythm of the tapping raindrops entered my ears like a beat of a song, I tasted his sweet lips.

We entered home, both dripping wet but smiling brightly. 'Where have you two been?' Sherlock asked without looking up from his teacup. 'To the supermarket since you were too lazy to move.' I complained but still wore a smile on my face. 'And after that? You can't have been in the supermarket all the time.' Sherlock said. 'We waited until the rain stopped but it didn't so we decided to go outside anyway.'

John lied.

Sherlock noticed.

As he lifted his head he said: 'No that's a lie, John. You both return home, dripping wet but smiling. It's a very simple deduction. Most people would be very annoyed if they were that wet but you aren't. The bag you're holding are wet too, but not as wet as you two are. So you've placed them somewhere where they were shielded from the rain. Yet you stayed in the rain and now you're smiling. And then you lied to me. All of this obviously means that you've been kissing. Just admit it, lovebirds.' He said.