Not Bored Anymore

The Sisterhood

Hello Sherlock fandom!! Sorry it took so long for me to update. School has been INSANELY busy, but I was able to write this chapter during the weekend. Hope you all had a great weekend, and ENJOY!!

-Wholigan13

John

Sherlock and I walked out of Speedy's and into the cold night. My breath was visible in front of my, and the fog lifted into the sky until it faded away. I looked over at Sherlock.

His cheeks were slightly pink, and his hair flopped onto his head like a brown mop. He stuck his hands into his pockets and breathed out, releasing a puff of smoke.

"Back to the flat?" I asked him. He nodded, pulling on some gloves over his bony hands.

"Yes, I don't see why not," Sherlock answered. We started walking in silence down the street.

I still couldn't believe that I had asked Sherlock Holmes out on a date. For as long as I could remember, I had been straight. Girls were pretty, girls were cute, girls that kissed you liked you. After meeting Sherlock... I had definitely been having second thoughts. 

We stopped at a crosswalk, and I shivered, wrapping my arms tighter around myself. The light changed and we continued to walk. I looked at the cars passing by us and suddenly feel warmth around my shoulders. I look down to see that Sherlock's coat was draped over my shoulders. I looked up at Sherlock, who slightly blushed.

"You looked cold," he mumbled. I smiled.

"Well, thanks," I said. Awkward silence seeped in between us and we continued to walk down the sidewalk towards the flat. 

"Tonight was, um, fun," Sherlock stumbled with the words, and I grinned.

"Yes, it was. We should do it again sometime," I answered, looking at Sherlock. I held his gaze for a moment, drawn by his blue-green eyes (Imagine this scene like all of the eye sex that John and Sherlock do in the show CONSTANTLY).

"You know, John..." Sherlock started saying, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "I've never met anyone like you."

I blush. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Good! It's a good thing, I, um... I just, uh," I could see his cheeks growing redder as he stumbled over the words. I rolled my eyes, then grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him closer to me.

"John? What..." I interrupted him a kiss. Again, he was shocked, but soon started snogging back. The kiss was full of passion, and I hope full of love too. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and put one hand in my hair, pushing me even closer to him. I placed a hand on his chest and felt him shudder. We pulled away for air, and our foreheads touched.

"Not gay, hmm?" Sherlock asked, grinning. I laughed, remembering how insecure I was when people brought that up. But I'm not really gay. I'm serious when I say that, I am! But... Sherlock is the one exception. 

"We better head back to the flat," I said, running a finger along his smooth fabric-covered chest.

"We probably should, yeah," Sherlock said, leaning in for another kiss. I quickly accepted, and he grabbed my hand while we were in embrace. I placed my hand on his cheek, and he gripped my hand tighter. We again pulled away for air.

"Alright, let's go, lover boy," I said, making Sherlock blush insanely. I grabbed his hand, and intertwined our fingers. It reminded me of the first time we were on a case together.

(This part probably isn't word for word, but I did my best, alright?)

Sherlock grabbed my hand and we began to chase after the taxi. I felt the same rush of adrenaline pumping through me as I did when I was in Afghanistan. We raced down the streets, and Sherlock turned to an alley. I had only known this man for a few hours and we were already holding hands. I felt a slight blush creep onto my cheeks, but Sherlock was too busy running to notice. He let go of my hand, jumped over a trashcan, and didn't stop to wait for me to follow. I had no choice, and I jumped over the trashcan and ran after him.