BalletLock

Chapter 6

John followed after Sherlock, who grabbed his coatand ran outside into the night. John shivered but continued on. Sherlock finally stopped when he reached th park. At this hour, it was mostly shroud in a forbidding darkness but there was one patch of moonlight that had fallen over a bushy pine tree. John stopped awkwardly in his tracks, surprised at Sherlock's sudden stillness. He cleared his throat in order to spark some reaction from Sherlock, who moved not a hair. John took a hesitant step forward, stumbling a bit when hisfor caught on a rough patch of sidewalk. He had no idea how heal the deep gash in his friends self esteem, inflicted by Mycroft. John had never had to repair Sherlock from the sorry of damage this was before. He made up his mind. He would go all in, at the chance of either losing or gaining him. John's lips tightend. He wondered if he really ever had him. He ment everything to John noe. He was the center of John's universe, he was John's heartbeat. Oh well. Shoulders back, John strode towards destiny. He grasped Sherlock's cold hand in his own and pulled him v towards the glowing spruce. Sherlock nearly toppled over in suprise at being yanked out of his thoughts. But John's next move came as even more of a Shock. With a surge of bravery and many months worth of restrained passion finally breaking free, he reached a forcefull arm around the lower section of Sherlock's long spine and gripped a handfull of his thick coat. With his other fist, he took hold of the high collar around his companion's pale neck, pulling the surprised man towards him with the strength and ferocity of a hungry wolf. A moment before their lips touched, he paused. Their eyes locked. Then Sherlock bent foreword and leaned into the lips of his favorite person.