Eastern Winds (JohnLock)

Epilogue & Authors Note [Sequel]

Third Person;

Dessert arrived and the two men broke apart, but the intamacy remained in their gaze. They sat down  opposite eachother once again, the cake placed infront of the smaller man whilst the taller man watched on as the champagne was poured. Most of the resteraunt had returned to their own conversations, some new once were created after the 'detective bloke from the telly' just proposed to 'that little doctor who is always with him' which gave the couple the privacy they craved in order to soak up what just occured.

It was lifechanging for the pair, in a matter of six months two men had gone from being bestfriends to fiance's. The events of the evening meant that a sociopath would have to re-discover emotions he had repressed for years as a defence mechanism while the muscular man would need to learn to cope with the struggles of his past so that he could have the brightest future he could imagine with the man he has grown to love. The pair stealing glances and chaste kisses across the table and the cake was slowly eaten as though not just every bite of dessert, but every moment spent together was savoured. As a pale hand reached out to gently brush the crumbs from a tanned chin it was clear that the pair never wanted to be seperated again.

The resteraunt slowly emptied but they stayed seated sipping on their champagne whilst chuckling at one anothers tale's of their journey together. The first man laughed fondly, the smile reaching all corners of his face "Oh Sherlock, have you ever seen the video footage Greg has of you? It's comedy gold!" Meanwhile the second man had a feroucious pout that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Well John, need I remind you of the Baskerville lab?" The second man felt triumphed as his lover surrendered.

"Okay Okay, I won't tell a soul. Scouts honour."

"John that's ridiculous, you weren't even a scout, I need reasurring..."

They shared another kiss before they called the waiter for the bill. The meal was paid for and their checked coats were returned and pulled into placed to protect their bodies from the harsh London winds. Leaving the resteraunt hand in hand, the cool metalic feel of the silver band on John Watson's finger which was the root of a smile for Sherlock Holmes.

The pair walked the streets of London, it felt like home for them. They spent five years chasing criminals up and down, left and right, down all the dodgey alleys and the busiest of highstreets. There wasn't a road they hadn't travelled but they eventually came across the most familiar street they will ever find in London. Baker Street. They strolled past Speedy's cafe which had the shutters drawn before stopping at 221b. Opening the door cautiously the pair tried to be quiet so they could reach their flat interupted, however as they stepped through the door they were ambushed by the elderly lady who was their landlord but she may as well have been their mother, after all she spoiled the pair rotten. They shared embraces with the woman who squealed in delight as she rambled on about how she must tell Mrs. Turner and how she happy she was for them. They somehow prised the woman back into her flat before they ascended the stairs together, no longer did they enter the flat as acquaintances, friends, bestfriends nor boyfriends. But they entered as fiances.

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So guys I want to thank everyone for reading this story. I'm so sorry for waiting like three weeks to write the epilouge but I just had alot I've needed to do recently, plus I've been doing a fair bit of editing (nothing major has changed in the story except maybe Sebastian wasn't killed by Greg this time) Now it's finished I'm considering a sequel.

Infact I'm deffinatley doing a sequel because I want to write them getting married.

Anyway, thanks so much. I honestly don't know how to tell you how much I appreciate all of you reading this, it was my first ever piece so any tips or anything? I'd be totally grateful. Anyway I'm going to love you and leave you.

Thankyou again

-Eden x