TeenLock

Love, an interesting term.

John meet Sherlock at lunch. They sat quietly in the corner of the canteen, and ate there lunch. Sherlock however, just piked at his sandwich with duscust, but ate his apple which made John a little happier. They had two more classes that day that then had together. They talked about other things and avoided the topic of last night. After class they meet at the Football filed, to walk to a oak tree. They sat in silence for a long while, as each worked on there assignments. 

"Sherlock," John started, to break the silence," about last night. I... um... sorry for..." 

"I'm sorry for pushing it on you!" Sherlock blurted.

"Pushing it on me? Ha, like you could ever push something on me. I actually... in joyed it." John assured, in a small voice. 

"Oh! That's um... I don't know how that is." Sherlock imited happily. 

They looked at one another and there pulses being to rase. John stared into Sherlock's gorgeous blue eyes, that seemed to shift from sea green to ourcher yellow in the fading light. John looked at his slim face and the sharp cheekbones that stand out when his coat collar was flaped up. John slowly reached his hand up to Sherlock's head of raven black curls. 

Sherlock studied Johns rounded face with aw. Who was this person that actually except him for him? Who was this man, of all people, that has fallen in intrapment, to openly except him as a human being instead of the 'freck' that everyone is so keen to avoid? Sherlock Holmes didn't understand, he didn't like not understanding. He looked at John in shock, but excepted Johns wondering hands and leaned in. 

There lips met and a a shock rand throu Sherlock's body. He was excited and pressed harder and John slowly slipped his tongue in. Sherlock's eyes widened but eased back into the kiss. They only pulled back for some breath but kept it going. Sherlock pulled John up to his hips and rested him on his lap without breaking the kiss. They fought in each other's lips, fighting for dominates. This lasted several more minutes until they broke for a full amount of breath. 

Both boys where panting and where a deep shade of red. Then fright washes over the two and they looked around to see if anyone saw. John slide off of Sherlock's lap, and set down in the grass. Sherlock rubes the back of his neck in a comforting mostion.

"Does... this mean what I think it means?" Studered Sherlock as he looked up at John. John just sat there and looked at the ground. 

"Yes. I...I think it does?!" John shrugged, still looking at the ground. Sherlock let a small smile slip from his usually stern face. He just nod in responsed. "I beat be going then! Homework!" 

"Oh... OH.. yes, yes of corse!" Sherlock answerd as John got up to leave.

"I really injoyed... the um kiss." 

Sherlock leAned agentsed the tree trunk feeling the tingling sensation from such a passionate kiss. He had never kissed anyone before, and suspected he many never had, let alone have a boyfriend. A Boyfriend! He couldn't even believe that he would be saying those words. John Waston, his boyfriend. What did he ever do to deserve him? It wasn't like he had been nice to him, he's never nice to anyone. But, John, yes John had picked him. John was the one that picked him, choose him. John was caring, brave, and loyal. John was ever the man that Sherlock wasn't. That's why, he thought, John had loved him. They were meant for one another, just by sher quwisondes. However Sherlock didn't believe in quwisondises, but there was something that made him think that it may have been.

Sherlock got up after packing up his stuff and made his way back to his dorm room. He felt giddy and couldn't wipe the smile off his face. When Sherlock arrived at his dorm he threw his bag on the chair, and flopped on the bed with a smile, more like a grin, on his face. He looked at the celling loveingly as he made his way back to his desk to continue with a case.

Sherlock was to bissy with his thoughts and his laptop to release that John had came in. John slowly walked up behind Sherlock and raped his hands around Sherlock's waist. Sherlock jumped then relaxed when he noticed who it was. John rested his chin on Sherlock's shoulder, and read, looked at the images on Sherlock's laptop. 

"What is it this time?" John Questioned.

"This man was shot, but the wired thing is he was poisoned, then shot. I suspect it was a hit job."  John humed a responsed then started to kiss the crook of Sherlock's neck. Sherlock welled around and rapped his arms around John. Sherlock slowly moved his hands to Johns hair and kissed his lips. Sherlock slowly picked up john and moved him to his bed.

They woke up in each other's arms. Sherlock had John's head on his chest and there fingers interlocked. John looked up at Sherlock, still half asleep, and smiled. "Good morning Sherl."

"Sherl?" Sherlock Questioned as he readjust his head. 

"Just a nick name." John chuckled. Sherlock looked at John and smiled.

"Well, ill call you my hedgehog." Sherlock lafed back. They lafed at one another till John got up and went to take a shower. Sherlock got up and stretched, then he went and sat at his desk and being to work at his case.

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-After Class

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Sherlock sat at the oak tree wating for John. He leaned against the trunk until he felt a buzz from his poket. He reached down and saw it was from Detective Laustard. 

'Got on fro you, meet me at Langster Gardens' 

Sherlock waited till John walked up the small hill to stand and tell him to they were going. John and Sherlock took a cab to Langster Gardens , where they were meet with cop cars and ambulances. Sherlock got out and found laustard. 

"Hello Sherlock. I'm not going to run it down because I don't know how or what happened here."

"Of corse you don't." Sherlock sneard. He walked over and started to examine the body. When his phone buzzed in his poket. Sherlock stood up and walked over to where John was. John watched as Sherlock pulled out his phone, obviously to what it said as he started to run down what happened. Sherlock looked at his phone and stopped talking.

"What else?" Greg spoke. Sherlock wasn't acting right at this point. John noticed that he was starting to shake and his eyes where going red.

"Sherlock? What's wrong?" John spoke as he walked up to Sherlock. Sherlock looked like a ghost. He slowly looked up at John and tried to take a step forward. His knees gave out and he landed on the pavement. John and Laustard rushes to a now sobbing ball that Sherlock had curled up into. He was shaking badly, and John removed the phone from his crasped. Then John realized why Sherlock was sobbing.