"Im going out," John huffed.

"Where?" Sherlock asked. "Anywhere. Im just tired of this place," He shrugged on his jacket. "May I accompany you?" He asked, sitting up. John smiled, love swelling his heart. "Yes sure. Of course Sherlock," Sherlock grinned happily, and pulled on his coat.

They left 221B Into the bitter cold.

John pulled his jacket tighter around him as they crossed the street. "Where are we going?" Sherlock asked, curious. "Dunno. I just sort of... walk," John said, looking at his feet. Sherlock nodded, and looked up. He saw his breath in front of him, and soon the shining stars up above, in the sky.

"Pretty," he sighed. "Yes," John said, not looking up. Sherlock felt a pink form on his face and he looked away.

"Do you... want to get some coffee?" he asked. Sherlock smirked and John felt his ears turn pink. "To you know, keep warm.. not like.. like a.. like a d-" "Yes John," Sherlock smiled. John nodded and awkwardly looked away.

As they walked down the street, nearing the coffee shop, John shivered, sutffing his hands in his pockets. Without warning, suddenly Sherlocks scarf was around his neck. He felt his face flush red as they continued to walk, Sherlock not adressing it, as if nothing had happened.

As they took their coffee and went and sat down in a nearby booth, Sherlock chuckled. "What?" John asked, grinning. "Nothing," Sherlock smiled lightly. Johm shrugged, and they took a sip of their coffee.

When they had finished John sighed and leaned against the wall. He closed his eyes, when he felt Sherlock tap him. "Its snowing," Sherlock said lightly. John opened his eyes to lool out into the darkness, and saw that there where little light flakes filling in the black.

"want to...?" John asked, looking over to Sherlock. Sherlock nodded, and they sat up. John saw out of the corner of his eye, a girl giggling at them. He raised an eyebrow and saw her eyes glance between him and Sherlock. Johns face turned red, and Sherlock took his wrist. "Are you okay?" He asked, concern in his eyes. John nodded, taking one last glance at the girl in the shop and left.

As they walked out, Sherlock stuffed his hands into his pockets and looked up. He closed his eyes and smiled lightly, breathing In the cold air.

They walked across the street and to the park nearby. As they walked along the pavement, John glanced at Sherlocks hand. He smiled lightly, and without thinking, took it in his. Sherlock jumped and looked down at their intertwined hands. John looked away, and out to the park, while Sherlock stared at him, mystified by this sudden Impulse John had had.

Sherlock took a deep breath and squeezed Johns hand. John turned to look at Sherlock, his eyes widening. Sherlock looked at him, completely love struck.

"John I... I ... uh... " he felt his cheeks turn red and he looked at the ground. Suddenly he felt warm lips on his cheek and he froze, making them stop. "Sorry Sherlock I didnt mean I just-" Sherlock turned to John who was unbelievably red. John swallowed as he melted into Sherlocks green eyes. "Sherlock..." he whispered, his heart quickening.

Sherlock was swift as he snaked his arms around Johns waist, resting his forehead against Johns. They were practically breathing in eachothers air, and even though both mens breath were heated when they escaped, they turned into shards of cold when they landed on the others cheek.

Sherlock pressed his lips to Johns eagerly, and John stood there, letting Sherlocks warm lips travel his. When reality hit him, he pushed back, closing his eyes and letting Sherlocks heat devour him.

Without warning, Sherlock felt John press harder against him, grabbing his coat collar. Sherlock gasped, opening his mouth and suddenly he felt John enter it. He moaned loudly, and felt something stir in his stomach.

The world spun around them. People whistled from afar, and some giggled. But they were tuned out. Both Sherlock and John were consumed by the other, and the loud beating of their hearts as if they could just jump out of their chests.

They pulled away slowly, Johns lips still tingly as he saw a bright grin on Sherlocks mouth, which were still red.

"You have no idea how long ive wanted to do that," Sherlock breathed, and John sighed, a lovestruck expression forming on his face.

"Sha'll we go home?" Sherlock asked, taking Johns hand. John nodded, and they walked down the sidewalk, hand in hand in their little small infinite.