Sherlock's POV
It's been going perfectly. John had never stopped grinning or having fun around me. I don't remember feeling this happy myself.
If you ask me,he was amazing. In every way possible.
Now,I could go into detail,but that might take years for me to explain.
Instead of speaking,I decided it was time to calm down and enjoy the clean air once more.
Since we were in such a different position from the day we met,I thought it could be sweet to have a peaceful night under the exact tree we met,and started this blessing for both of us.
And I did just that.
Now holding his hand under the brown leaves,or the naked branches,I looked up to the calming dark blue of the sky.
Feeling John cuddle close,I smiled and slowly placed my arm around his waist gently.
Hearing his silent mutters,I turned my gaze down at his cute face.
His cheek almost covered his mouth because of the fact he was laying down on it on my chest,So I chuckled and grabbed his chin and pushed him away a tad,and then heard his words crawl out.
"Sherlock... I want the curls!"
First off confused at his wording,I frowned and kept my eyes on him,I was aware of my expression,and hoped it would get the message across.
And it did.
John chuckled and straightened up fully,still sitting down.
"I really want to play with your curls,I'm so curious was what I meant."
"Oh..." Realizing what his words meant,a big smile crept onto my face.
I really wanted that,too.
So crawling away from the tree a bit,I plopped my head on John's lap. The sky was way easier to see from here,so it was just the cherry on top for this.
Feeling curious fingers crawl on my hair,I smiled calmly and closed my eyes.
The contact was so calming.
Feeling his fingers move around my hair gently,like he was scared he might hurt me,I felt amazing. Though,a bit drowsy,too.
Feeling John's both gaze and hand on me,I was so warm,and so cozy.
The sound of the wind,and children running around in the park,I was starting to get a bit uncomfortable by the sound,but tried to ignore them for really long.
Emphasize on trying.
Straightening up with sleepy eyes,I moved my gaze around to witness a game of hide and seek.
Almost five children were present,and hid in rather easy places,while the other one looked for them. Smirking and running around every time she found someone.
Noticing my gaze locked on the game,John's face stretched with a warm smile. As if he was just about to do something of a "fuck it" kind.
And,I was concerned about what he might be thinking.
But after the last little boy was found,John gripped to my hand before I could stop him and pulled me up to my feet in a newfound strength.
He rushed calmly to the little girl,who was the it,and bended to get to her height. Though,if I was the one who was going to talk to her,I was sure I would have to kneel down to even get close to her height.
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