Jim was very careful not to fall asleep this time. He didn't want to wake up and find himself with his head in Sherlock's lap again, nuzzling against him like an attention seeking kitten.

The cab ride was relatively pleasant, actually.  It was like when they were in Jim's office. They teased and irritated one another but both had large smiles, more than happy to be in each other's company.

The more time they spend talking away, the more Jim realised he'd made a huge mistake in not letting Sherlock kiss him for a second time. Maybe it was just because they'd been arguing and Jim was still annoyed about the whole situation at the funfair.

But, hey. People make mistakes. And Jim was very far from being perfect.

Smiling gently, Jim sinks back into the seat so he was more comfortable. Sherlock sends him a sideways smile. This cab ride was definitely less awkward than their last one. Then again, last time they were in a cab together Jim had been acting like the drama queen that he is.

"Molly spoke to me on Friday," Sherlock says, suddenly. He turns his face towards Jim, looking blank.

Jim raises an eyebrow. "About?"

"You." When Jim doesn't say anything, Sherlock continues. He was smiling now too. "She slapped me, saying that whatever I did that made you, and these are her exact words, revert back into your head and block out the world."

Jim just blinks, not sure what to say. It was true, sort of but how could he tell Sherlock that it wasn't like that without lying?

"I.. Well, yeah. It freaked me out a bit. The whole 'I like you' thing..." Jim has to look away, he doesn't want to see Sherlock's reaction.

Much to Jim's annoyance, he can feel his cheeks heating up in a blush.

Surprisingly, Sherlock just laughs. "It's not that big a deal, is it? That I like you. Of course, I like you. You're funny, you don't just let me get away with everything, and you're pretty cute. Especially in that beanie."

By this point, Jim's cheeks were on fire and he made sure to keep his eyes focused on things outside his window.

A weird feeling rushes through his chest at all the compliments. Especially the one about the beanie he was currently wearing. A big part of him was just screaming Sherlock likes your beanie! SHERLOCK likes your BEANIE. Jim truly loved his clothes and getting someone like Sherlock saying he liked them made him feel all funny inside.

He wanted to tell Sherlock that he liked him too, even though he was annoying and got under his skin more than anyone else he'd ever met. He wanted to say that he found Sherlock funny too and that he was handsome (although, he'd sort of already done that). In the end, Jim just grumbles the words 'shut up' and prays for his blush to go away.

Sherlock laughs again and Jim wants to slap him but doesn't because there's no way he's turning to face Sherlock when he's gone this red from a few sweet words.

Jim's phone beeps then and he's more than thankful for the distraction.

'Molly said you're going on a date with Sherlock?'

Jim frowns at the message from Sebastian. For many reasons. The main one being that he had no idea how Molly found out he was going somewhere with Sherlock. Then, obviously, the fact that she thought it was a date (again). Why she told Sebastian was beyond Jim. And let's not forget that no kisses from Sebastian was never a good sign.

'Not a date. But yeah, we're going to the funfair. xx'

'Sounds like a date ;) xx'

'Whatever. xx'

Sebastian doesn't reply after that and Jim shrugs, putting his phone away again. Knowing his friend, he was off chasing some girl or guy that was playing hard to get.

When Jim looks up, Sherlock is closer and appears to have been reading the messages over Jim's shoulder. That makes Jim frown even more than not seeing kisses on the end of Sebastian's message.

"It's rude to read over people's shoulder's, you know."

Sherlock shrugs and smiles at him. Their eyes meet and they seem to fall into some kind of staring contest. Jim was waiting for an apology and Sherlock knew that but wanted to be stubborn.

After two minutes (at least, Jim thinks that it couldn't have been much longer than that) Jim speaks up. "Apologise."

Sherlock raises an eyebrow, silently asking if Jim was being serious.

It took a lot of effort for Jim to not smile as he repeats "Apologise."

"Really?" Sherlock asks, laughing gently and shaking his head.

It was clear that he didn't think Jim was being serious. Never had Jim worked so hard to keep a straight face. He could feel the corner of his mouth started to twitch but luckily Sherlock was still looking at his eyes and Jim manages to press his lips into a straight line before the detective could notice.

"Really."

A few moments pass and Jim can see Sherlock debating. As he narrows his eyes at Jim, one of his curls bounce over his eye and Jim very nearly burst out laughing (not that it was funny).

"Fine..." Sherlock sighs, looking down for a moment like he was an actor getting in character. When he looks back up, his blue/green/grey eyes (Jim needed to figure out the colour) were glistening with forming tears and he looked like someone had just run over his puppy. "Jim... I.. I'm really sorry."

All Jim could do was stare. Sherlock's voice shook and even though he knew that Sherlock was faking, it was just so convincing that he could almost feel himself falling for it and feeling guilty for pressuring Sherlock into it.

"Jesus. You're a great actor," Jim says, breathing out slowly.

Sherlock chuckles and wipes away one of the tears he'd let fall. "Thank you. Helps with interviews."

"What? Do you pretend you knew the victim and start crying to the people who may or may not have information?"

"Pretty much," Sherlock nods, grinning.

"You're evil," Jim states with a laugh, shaking his head as he does.

Sherlock smirks, glancing at Jim from the side. "Pretty much."

After that it didn't take long before they were pulling into the funfair drop off zone once again. Sherlock pays the cabbie before they make their way to the ticket booth. This time, no one hits Jim over the head to drag him away and chain him up. That made him more than happy.

Sherlock pays for their tickets and leads the way into the area with all the ride, walking closer to Jim than needed the whole way. Jim smirks at him and bumps him with his hips, causing the detective to stumble to the side.

He mocks glares at Jim before drifting closer again, obviously not caring for Jim's none too subtle 'Personal Space!' message.

They were both laughing by the time they'd passed all the stalls selling over priced candy. And yes, Jim does mean candy. Around 90% of the stalls were American and when Jim finally spotted one that was selling sweets he wanted to run up and hug them.

When they do arrive at the fair rides, Sherlock turns to Jim with a raised eyebrow.

"Which first?"

Looking around, Jim felt like a kid in a sweet shop - even though all the sweets were technically behind him. This fair seemed to have it all and Jim just has to stare at everything like an idiot for a few long moments, reading all the signs.

Helter Skelter. Merry-go-round. Ferris Wheel. The Twister. Kissing Booth's. Win a Goldfish. Waltzers.

And that was just this section. The south section. There was a north, east and west too.

Quickly deciding, Jim grabs Sherlock's arm and drags him towards the Twister. The ride was made up of four arms, which each had four carriages on. Along with the arms spinning, the group of four arms spin too. Jim grins as Sherlock hands over six of their tickets - three per person - and they get seated in a red carriage .

"Ride the Twister! It's the fastest ride at the fair!" yells a male's voice from the speaker directly beside Sherlock.

This was going to be great.

When Jim comes off the ride, he was in a fit of giggles. Sherlock stood there, pouting at Jim and rubbing his arm. The ride had certainly been fast. So fast that it sent Jim, who was sat on the inside, hauling into Sherlock's side. Repeatedly. With each twist Jim would bash into Sherlock. Turns out that Sherlock's other arm, not the one Jim continuously hit, was being squished against a bar and now hurt like hell.

Jim just found the whole situation hilarious. Plus, Sherlock's pouty face was rather adorable.

"Stop laughing, James!"

"J-Jim!" corrects the still laughing Jim. By now he was clutching his stomach.

Sherlock storms up to Jim, reminding him of an angry toddler, and takes hold of his shoulders. The detective swings Jim around in a circle twice, slowly getting closer to Jim and managing to stop his laughing - out of confusion more than anything.

Sherlock smirks at the fact his weird technique worked before saying "Laugh at me again, and I may just have to kiss you to shut you up."

"In that case... Maybe I should start laughing at you more often, hey Sher-cock!" Jim winks at the detective before twirling out of Sherlock's reach and practically dancing towards the Waltzers before Sherlock could form a response.

Sherlock catches him up at the Waltzers, smiling at him as he hands over six more tickets for this ride.

Their free to choose where they sit this time and Jim leads Sherlock to the closet free one before they sit down, thighs just touching but other than that they're sitting without touching at all.

"Have you been on these before?" Sherlock asks while they wait for the people who work here to usher more people on and collect their tickets.

Jim nods. "Yeah. Not these ones, though. It was at a different fair."

"Was it on a date?"

"No... Wait. This isn't a date!"

Sherlock raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything. The ride begins then, the music starting up and the doughnut shaped platform spinning slowly.

Jim forgets the fact that Sherlock may think this is a date as he looks towards the booth that controls the ride, sat in the O of the doughnut platform. Each waltzer was on a circular track of sorts that the wheels of the waltzers stayed on.

Their seat or rather their 'waltzer' wasn't so much spinning as rocking back and forth. Jim faces Sherlock again and makes a face, sad that it wasn't going as fast as some of the others around them. He'd learnt from years of going to fairs with his parents that this was a ride where you just had to get lucky.

Suddenly their waltzer jerks and Jim looks behind him to see one of the ride attendants holding the back of the head rest. Jim frowns, not realising what he was doing.

It all became clear at their waltzer went over the next rise in the platform. The attendant grips the headrest harder and gives a great push as they go over the rise, sending the waltzer spinning like crazy.

Jim half laughs, half cheers as he's pushed by the force and sent closer to Sherlock. They were touching at as many points two people sat side by side could be now. Jim can feel colour rising to his cheeks as he looks up to find Sherlock is looking at him with a smile.

If he thought his cheeks were red in the cab, it was nothing compared to how red he went as he heard the lyrics being sung from the speakers as his and Sherlock's eyes lock together: "Will you be mine tonight?"

They couldn't seem to look away from each other. The waltzer was starting to slow down and it made it easier for Sherlock to move closer of his own accord, bringing a hand to Jim's cheek.

"Can I--"

"Yeah.." Jim sighs the word.

He's just about to duck down and capture Jim's lips with his own when the attendant comes back, just before a rise in the platform and spins them so their sent crashing together again, Sherlock's hand falling as Jim's forehead hits Sherlock's.

They both wince, laughing as they do. The two back away as much as they can while spinning and just smile at each other as the ride comes to an end.

As they climb out, Jim hears more lyrics from the song the same moment Sherlock chooses to look back at him "You kill, kill me, kill me. Please don't stop."

Yeah. Jim definitely made a mistake in not letting Sherlock kiss him again.