To Be So Young And In Love

Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or anything.

Author's note: I think I will end this part of the story on chapter 70; a nice whole number And then I'll put the sequel up very soon after and start on that. On the last chapter I'll give you the title of the sequel and such. Thanks for all your support, I love your enthusiasm, you're all great! Thank you! Please review!

As their last days with their families before they left for University approached both Sherlock and John made an effort to spend time with their parents. Mycroft lived in London and Harry was still living at their parent's house, though she did have a job as a lawyer, but she wasn't well-paid yet. Sherlock and John had turned eighteen a few days ago.

About a week before they were moving out of their parents' house and into the University John cleared his throat at breakfast "We'd like to go for a walk this afternoon, do you want to come?" he asked.

"That's a lovely idea! How about a picnic?" Julie suggested.

"Sure." John nodded.

Julie and John made a picnic and soon Julie, Alan, Ron, Kathy, Sherlock and John were all walking through the woods.

"Hey, John, look at this interesting fungi collection!" Sherlock had separated a few times from the group to have a look at some things.

"Sherlock, do not touch the fungi! We don't have any wet wipes!" Kathy admonished.

Sherlock huffed and returned to the group, he linked his arm with John's and the family walked contently together.

They reached the field and lay out the blanket. It was a nice day and as they sat around and got their food out they were all smiling.

"This is where we first kissed." Sherlock pointed out.

"Really?" Kathy asked.

"Yeah." John nodded "We were lying, probably just over there, and it kind of just happened." He smiled then as he looked down at the sandwich in his hand he frowned "Oh, mine has an ant on it!"

"Here." Sherlock passed John his own sandwich.

"No, no, you eat it." John said.

"I've had a bite; I think I'll have an apple now." Sherlock waved him off and John gave a small smile and ate the rest of the sandwich, he frowned "Sherlock, did you have a strawberry before eating this, I can taste it on where you bit."

"Erm... maybe." Sherlock said.

"Sherlock! That was for pudding!" Julie said.

"Sorry, but just so everyone knows, they taste very nice." Sherlock said.

John laughed.

As they all tucked into the food Sherlock started humming and then put his face right next to John's and said "I'm so in love with you..." in a sing-song voice.

John chuckled "The power of love?" he asked.

"I think so." Sherlock nodded.

John grinned and wrapped an arm around Sherlock's shoulders.

"Me and your mother's wedding song." Ron nodded to Sherlock.

"Ah, that's where I heard it. I presume you play it frequently on anniversaries?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes, it must have stuck in that big brain of yours." Kathy smiled.

As they finished the pudding John sneaked a strawberry off of Sherlock's plate cheekily, but really, did he really think he could get away with fooling the great and genius, Sherlock Watson-Holmes?

John popped it into his mouth ad Sherlock saw him simply holding it on his tongue, so he quickly put one hand to the back of John's head, and his other around John's waist and he pushed the man to the floor. John's eyes widened as Sherlock climbed on top of him and kissed him. Sherlock pushed his tongue into John's mouth and retrieved the still-hole strawberry and put it into his own mouth. He pulled away slightly breathlessly and chewed and swallowed the sweet fruit. John stared up at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows, clearly shocked by his husband's quick and strategic moves.

"That'll teach you to steal my strawberries." Sherlock smirked and kissed John again, he this time swiped his tongue across John's bottom lip and waited till John opened his mouth before he entwined his tongue with the other. John moaned and appreciated the taste of both Sherlock and the strawberry. John opened his mouth a little wider and tried to get better leverage. Their bodies were flush against each other, John's hands were nestled in Sherlock's hair and Sherlock's were making their way down John's sides.

Their moment was utterly ruined by a deep clearing of a throat. John pulled away and eased Sherlock off of him until they both sat up.

"Really, boys, what was that all about?" Alan shook his head.

"John stole my strawberry. I wanted it back." Sherlock explained shortly.

"You could have just asked." John said.

"Well, my dear, I have two arguments for that point. One, it was already in your mouth, if I had asked, you would have swallowed and I wouldn't have even had the chance. And two, that wouldn't have been nearly as fun." Sherlock smiled and John couldn't fight his own grin.

They went home soon after and ran up to their bedroom.

John was half-undressed when he pulled away from Sherlock and said "Wait, wait, wait!"

"What?" Sherlock asked impatiently.

John reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a strawberry.

Sherlock laughed at his husband's beautiful sentiment and dove back in for a passionate kiss.