Trench Coats and Jumpers- a Johnlock fanfiction

Chapter 2- Stay With Me Like This Forever

AUTHOR'S NOTE: WARNING! SERIOUS FLUFFY CHAPTER! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

John woke to the sound of a loud clatter followed by words I cannot repeat. Yawning, John got up and dragged himself to the source of the noise. When he arrived in the kitchen, he found Sherlock jumping up and down, clutching his toe and howling in pain. Underneath the table, there was a metal pot. Putting two and two together, John snorted, holding back his laughter as best as he could. "BLOODY POT!", Sherlock screamed at the pot and kicking it hard. The pot bounced then rolled across the floor. Sherlock grabbed his toe again, realizing he had injured his toe even more. He stuck his finger into his mouth, muffling his cries of pain.

John lost it and doubled over, snorting and snickering. Sherlock looked up from massaging his toe to see a small figure howling in laughter. Sherlock felt his cheeks begin to flush and he concentrated on his toe to make it leave. Oh, but how adorable it was to see John laughing so heartily. 'Wait, no! That's not right. I don't think he's adorable!' Sherlock's brain continued to argue with his heart as John's laugh slowly receded into chuckles, then to a small snort before he walked over to Sherlock and asked him if he was okay. Sherlock nodded a yes, staring at the floor in defeat.

John wandered over to the window, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Looks like it's going to be quite a thunderstorm out there today", he smiled. John loved the rain. It was always so calming and he deeply enjoyed listening to it while Sherlock played his violin. He gazed out of the window, letting his eyes become completely lost in the beauty of the rain. Sherlock got up, wincing slightly as his bruised toe, and walked over to the small radio he had gotten while John was away. Hitting play, the sounds of an old slow dance song filled the silence of the flat. Thunder quietly rolled in the background. John turned from the window to see Sherlock waltzing with an invisible partner around the living room of the flat. John chuckled softly. He walked over to Sherlock and took his large hands. Sherlock stopped and looked at John with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

John simply smiled, and placed one of Sherlock's hands on his waist and took the other. Together, they continued to waltz, feeling the rhythm of the song float about the flat. John rested his head on Sherlock's chest, his hands dropping and instead hugging Sherlock's torso. Sherlock put his hands up, not knowing what to do. After a moment, Sherlock hugged John back, resting his cheek on top of his head. They stopped moving and stood there in the middle of the living room, hugging one another, not saying a single word. John hummed along the tune into Sherlock's chest and Sherlock felt his lips curve into a smile and his cheeks flush. He could tell John was smiling too. Neither of them knew how long they stood like that, listening to the old love songs, smiling, and both secretly wishing the moment would never end. Sherlock looked down and John looked up. They locked eyes again. John could feel his cheeks burning but he no longer cared. He was happy and by the look in Sherlock's gorgeous eyes, he felt the same way. They continued to gaze at each other, their thoughts spinning and then shifting from friends...to wanting to be more than friends. Sherlock chuckled quietly, not exactly sure why but he didn't mind because it made John smile even more. 

'This is your chance...take it now!' Sherlock's brain screamed. 

'No...not yet. The time isn't quite right just yet', His heart replied with a flutter. 

Before Sherlock could say anything, he saw that John had fallen asleep hugging Sherlock. Sherlock's smile widened more. 'I would hate to wake him up', Sherlock thought, wondering what he could do so he wouldn't wake him up. He then got an idea. Being careful not to hurt John or wake him, he lifted him up. Carrying the small man, he sat down in his chair, allowing John to cuddle on top of him. John tightened his grip on Sherlock and Sherlock hugged him back. For the rest of the day they stayed just like that. John resting his head in the crook of Sherlock's neck, using him as a pillow and oversized teddy bear. Sherlock held John close, as if he were a small child, and relaxing his head on John's, feeling completely at ease. Within five minutes, Sherlock fell asleep as well. Their breathing and heart-rate slowly became one. 

And in that very moment, William Sherlock Scott Holmes fell in love with his best friend. 

END OF CHAPTER

That was so fun to write! I love writing fluff! How'd I do? Comment and Vote!