The Gay Case

Chapter 27

"John, calm down." It was Sherlock.

//Sherlock POV//

I heard it all, from the very beginning. Its good to know how he feels about me - how protective he is of our relationship.

And, you know what?

"I love you too, John. More than you would ever believe." He turned his whole body to face me, his eyes swollen and red. "You're my hedgehog." I smiled at John, who then returned it.

"And you're my otter." He glided over to me and I felt his warm lips against my own.

"Um, I think I'd better go. Goodbye, Sherlock, John." As he walked -past me, he wished me luck. I'm going to need it. I looked over at John and realised the many hundreds of reasons why I love him, why I have been willing to die for him, my alacrity to do anything for him.

He's my hedgehog.

//John POV//

"Okay, Mycroft. Thanks for stopping by." I snarled at him. He returned the snarl.

God, I hate him right now.

I turned to look at him and pushed him out, hands on back. He forgot his umbrella the first time, so when he knocked on the door for the second time today, I picked up the umbrella and launched it at him. "You don't usually leave it anywhere." I mumbled as the door slammed shut. I think he heard me though.

Oh well.

"Good going there, John." Sherlock chuckled from behind me as the door closed.

"Haha, thanks.. Sherly." I pulled tongues at him and he made a face I recognised all too well.

Damn.

As I was running, I twisted my body in unthinkable ways to get into the kitchen. I locked the door before he could come in. At least there's food here. I started to raid the cupboards, looking for a drink. We were in an all-inclusive hotel so there was practically nothing in there, apart from one bottle of diet coca-cola and blue WKD. Why not?

I poured the coke into a tall glass and heard that Sherlock had given up. There was no more banging on the door, so I suspected that he had left to watch tv or something. Cautiously, I placed my glass down and walked over to the door. Slowly - ever so slowly - I opened the door, just a fraction. And yet, still a fraction too much.

The door flew open with such force, I ended up on the counter top.

"SHERLOCK!" I shouted, teasingly. He ran in and pounced on top of me. "Sherock, what are you-?" I was stopped fast in my tracks by Sherlock's lips crashing into my own.

After a few minutes, he pulled back and said something.

"Just... Trust me."