Just a Fluffy Johnlock

The Lake House

The next week at 221B...

"Oi! Sherlock!" John called from the couch as Sherlock walked in the door of the two men's flat.

"What is it?" Sherlock asked mildly, absentmindedly texting Molly about "Bro's Bowling Night" next Saturday.

"I've been thinking-"

*laugh*

"Shut up for a second and listen. Anyways, I've been thinking and I really believe we should go clean out the Lake House you inherited. I don't have anything to do this weekend so it would be a good time for me to help you redecorate ( John does not trust Sherlock with decorating since he painted his room black and bedazzled the word "Death" across the wall in sequins) What do you think?"

Sherlock grimaced as he considered going back to his childhood torment site. There were all sorts of horrible things there, sunlight, nature, and worst of all... no wifi. But, he thought, it had to be done eventually and he felt bad that John must have taken off this weekend from his shift just to go with Sherlock.

Crossing one leg elegantly over another, he sat down across from John and replied warily, "I suppose it has to be done at one point or another."

The blonde grinned and said excitedly "Great! I've already packed your bags and rented a U-Haul so we can leave this afternoon! This will be fun."

Sherlock snorted abruptly.
"You're a man of little faith John, purchasing a U-Haul before I stated my consent?" John sighed rolling his eyes.
"To be honest Sherlock, if you hadn't consented, I would've called Mycroft and had him make you go. I don't look foreword to it either but it must be done."

Sherlock smirked a little and put his hand on his hip. He hid his excitement to spend a weekend alone with John under a thick veil of sass.
"I'll go but don't think for a second that Mycroft could've done anything if I didn't want to go."
"Yeah, whatever Sherlock."

A few hours later after lunch, Sherlock and John were both ready to leave. John was fairly scatterbrained in the hustle to leave and was furiously checking off a packing list and looking around the apartment to see if they had forgotten anything. When he felt satisfied with all that they had packed, he walked outside to see Sherlock in the drivers seat of the U-Haul.
The two exchanged glances and turned away as their eyes met.
As John hopped up into the other seat and buckled in, Sherlock glanced over at him.

"Don't you think it's slightly dangerous that they let anyone drive a giant moving truck cross country at U-Haul? Even if a person has never driven a truck before, and they just hand it over. Rather irresponsible, if you ask me." Sherlock contemplated tapping his fore finger against the steering wheel.

"You're right, they shouldn't let non-experienced driver drive these things. Switch places with me Sherl." John sighed nudging his friend and beginning to get out of the car.

"What makes you so sure I haven't driven a truck, my dear Watson?"
Sherlock retorted, crossing his arms.

"I did a semester abroad in America during college. While I was there, I stayed in a provenience called Texas. The family I stayed with had a farm and I was in charge of driving the horse truck to derbies. I am-in fact- very comfortable at the wheel of a truck."

John eyebrows nearly hopped off his face they went up so high.

"Sherlock Holmes, investigating cowboy? How have I never heard of this?"

"You don't know my life!" Sherlock snapped his face flushing mildly as he started the truck and grabbed angrily at the stick shift.

As the two drove on in silence throughout the bustling streets of London, a mild storm picked up and the rain pattered quietly on the windows of the truck. John leaned his head on the cool, passenger side window, listening intently to the drops of water dance on the glass and slide down the vehicle's sides. He felt at peace with the world as the large truck rumbled on.

Sherlock glanced at his companion, eyes fluttering sleeply, hunched over in his seat.

"John if you're this tired you can feel free to sleep. It should be another hour or so untill we get there."

"Not...sleepy.." mumbled the blonde man.

"Mhm." Sherlock smirked slightly as the towering buildings and busy streets of London began to clear and the road ran clear through the british countryside, the foggy haze of rain still heavy in the sky.

Taking his right hand, Sherlock leaned across the truck's consle and brushed some hair out of John's face as the other man began to snore quietly. As Sherlock drove on in the dreary weather, he hummed to the rythmic breathing of his partner.

"I suppose now's a good a time as any to tell you, John..." Sherlock whispered at the sleeping figure, as he had every night when his blogger fell asleep on the couch,

"I love you, so much. All the time, you occupy my thoughts. I cannot fathom living without you. You are my world, John Watson, a world I would trade for nothing else. I love you." Sherlock sighed heavily. He had learned a long time ago that, though his beloved John would never hear these expressions of love, it helped Sherlock remain emotionally stable through this unrecipricated epidemic called love.

But suddenly, across the car, John turned over in his seat, his eyes glimmering with tears, looking over at Sherlock. Sherlock instantaniously jumped and began to explain that he was drunk (He was not). John cut him off abruptly and all of the fears and anxiety that had kept Sherlock from admitting his love and bisexuality to John, rose up in the detective, his chest becoming tight and his throat feeling as if it were errupting in emotion.

He pulled the car to the side of the empty road, and felt his heart breaking and miserably regretting his weakness for the man as John started:

"Sherlock.."

"I'm sorry John... I know you don't, I just.. You were sleeping and..." Sherlock choked out, desperatley wasting words as he knew that nothing he could say could undo what he had done.

"Sherlock, please..."

Sherlock barred his teeth and turned his head away. He must not let John see him cry.

"Sherlock...I love you too. Everything you said... I feel the same way. I was too scared to tell you, and I will never forgive myself for that. But I love you too Sherlock Holmes. I love you too. And you have no idea how long I've waited to tell you that."

Sherlock turned back around in shock, and both men looked at each other with tears sprinkled on their cheeks. This changed everything. Sherlock was elated for the first time in an eternity, as it hit him that he could finally do what he had always dreamed of ever scince he had met John Watson. Time seemed to freeze as Sherlock leaned in and tenderly held John's face in his hands.

"May I?" Sherlock whispered, gazing lovingly into the grey eyes of the other.

"Of course."

Sherlock leaned in, his hands wrapping around John's neck and kissed him tenderly.

John closed his eyes, easing up into Sherlock's lips. He felt protected in Sherlock's arms and finally, with his love exposed and his feelings reciprocated by the man he cared about more than anything, he felt at home.

A/N: Happy Holidays! I hope you liked this! I promised a friend a new chapter for Christmas. Thank you all for reading and voting, have a super happy holiday season, whatever you celebrate!