He did it for you

The wager

John awoke to a familiar sound. The sound of strings being played on, producing a sweet calming melody. Sherlock was composing again. He opened his eyes to find himself in the detectives bedroom, covered in his sheets, when he remembered the events of last night.

He sat up on the edge of the bed and walked out into the hallway.

"Composing I see." He said as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

"Do you like it?" Sherlock asked, still playing the soft tune.

"I missed it."

Sherlock kept playing until he had reached the end of his half finished song and set his violin down on the sofa.

"Did you sleep alright?"

"Y-yeah... Thanks for letting me sleep there."

"I don't mind." Sleep there anytime.

"It got kind of cold." You should been there with me.

"You're right." I wish I had stayed.

They stood for a few seconds until Sherlock spoke up again.

"Are you afraid of heights?"

"No, why?"

"Mycroft gave us tickets to the fair, and I can't dread anyone else going with me. Plus I thought it would cheer you up."

John nearly spat out his morning tea in laughter.

"You. At the fair? People will think you're insane."

"How so?"

"You in a suit, filled with normal looking people."

"I'm not going to wear one. I don't want to attract attention."

"A little late for that."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh you know Mr. Cheekbones."

Sherlock gave a confused look but John continued.

"I thought you hated rides?"

"I don't know."

"What?"

"I've never been to a fair."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. I had more important things to do."

"Of course you did. How about this then. A wager?"

"What would it include?"

"If you scream out of terror on any of the rides, you get your specimens out of the fridge. Forever"

"And if I don't?"

"You can do whatever you want."

"Anything?"

"Yes."

"You're on."

A few hours later

John left without Sherlock because he had been working on some experiment saying it couldn't wait. But as soon as he saw the cab leave he rushed to his room looking through his wardrobe. He picked out a pair of light blue jeans, a plain white tee, a pair of sneakers and his sunglasses. He looked at the mirror and headed out.

John stood in front of the Ferris wheel looking into the crowd when he spotted him. Sherlock. He wore jeans that followed his curves and a white tee that was a little too tight, His eyes were hidden behind shades and he looked like any other person. Except he didn't. Time froze for a second and all John could see was Sherlock. It was like he was a light, shining towards him. But that time quickly ended as Sherlock stood, with a questioning look on his face.

"John?"

"Oh right sorry. Here's your wristband."

Sherlock put on his wristband and looked at John.

"Shall we go then?"

He had kept his cool the whole time. Sherlock found most of the rides boring and childish, but tried to enjoy it for John. It seemed John had forgotten all about the bet because he was enjoying himself so much. They went on the big rides and even got their picture taken as they went down the ride. The thought had slipped John's mind completely until they had finished the last ride and it was time for everyone to leave.

John looked up at Sherlock and sighed.

"You win."

"I know."

John fixed his sweater and waited.

"So what do you want then? Another body? A really expensive suit? Some weird lab thingy?"

"No."

"Then what?"

Sherlock grabbed John's waist and pulled him in close.

"This."

Before John could get another word in their lips were locked together. John froze in place unsure of what to do. He wasn't gay. This was dumb. This was wrong. But it was right. Maybe it wasn't dumb. Sherlock was different. He couldn't imagine this happening with anyone else. Only Sherlock. John gave up his thoughts and began to move his mouth to get a better taste of Sherlock. He smelled like fresh soap and tasted like mint. He was calm but fierce at the same time. He was melting in the utter madness that was Sherlock. Enjoying every kiss, every hand movement and the small sounds that came between their kisses. They finally stopped and John felt as though his world had exploded, melted apart, worried washed away as he looked up at the man who'd done it all.

Sherlock gave a faint smile and John blushed.

John looked down at the floor and giggled.

"I would go on forever saying I'm not gay because technically I'm not. I've never had any feelings or attraction towards any man. But you're different Sherlock, and I've always known it would happen sooner or later. You're the only exception."

Sherlock smiled wide and laced his fingers in between Johns, kissing the top of his hand.

"I know."

The cab ride home was quiet. Mostly because John and Sherlock were two love struck idiots who didn't know what to say. It was as if it was their first official date, and in a way it was. They spent the ride smiling and breathing deeply because they could finally stop the charades of pretending there was nothing between them. When they got out of the cab Sherlock poured two cups of tea and gave one to John.

"You know you look great in normal clothes."

"I just might wear it more often."

"Oh gosh no, it wouldn't be like you. But I wouldn't mind it occasionally."

"Hmm, oh Lestrade wants me to start cases again. Would you like to?"

"Of course Sherlock, no need to ask me. I missed it."

"Yes, alright."

"So what do we do about this then?"

"Hmm?"

"You being married to your work? Because if this is some thing where I can't have you because of your work the-"

"John?"

"Yes?"

"You are my work. I don't see myself ever being away from you. And you love cases, so there's really no problem."

"Wait so does that mean that were. A- well dating?"

"Yes."

"Oh. Ok. Sherlock Holmes. World known sociopath. Alright."

"John?"

"What?"

Sherlock sat down beside John and kissed him on top of his head.

"We'll be fine."

John grabbed Sherlock's hand and squeezed it.

"I suppose you're right.