Chapter 39

John's POV

Sherlock and I were at my house, lying on my bed. We had been staying at my house through out our time off, and I think we were both thoroughly enjoying our time together, but at that current time, Sherlock was fidgeting. "I'm bored, John," Sherlock whined. 

"Hmm," I hummed, continuing to read my book, every now and again glancing up at my large canvas that Sherlock gave me. He had the picture of us by the waterfall at camp put on a canvas and gave it to me for Christmas.  I had brought him a new microscope, and though he insisted I gave him the better gift, I knew his was better. I loved that picture almost as much as the boy beside me. 

"John, I said I'm bored," Sherlock nuzzled into me like a cat, knocking my book out of my hands.  chuckled and allowed him to rest his head on my chest, and I stroked his hair lovingly. 

"You're so daft," I chuckled lovingly. 

"You love it."

"Of course I do." I kissed the top of his head. "What should we do then?"

"Let's go for a walk."

"A walk?" Sherlock nodded enthusiastically, reminding me of a young, eager child. I laughed again and agreed with him. "Alright, let's go then."

We got up and walked downstairs hand in hand. Mum smiled at the two of us as she saw us. "Hey, boys. Where are you two of to?"

"We're going for a walk," I told her. 

She nodded as we walked out the door. "I like your mum," Sherlock said as we walked along the pavement. It was a bleak day, but neither of us minded. We had each other, and that's all that mattered.

"Mum likes you. I wouldn't be surprised if she threw me up for adoption to claim you."

Sherlock chuckled and cuddled into my side as we walked. He was in a surprisingly loving mood. "Then I would adopt you."

"That is a confusing cycle, and I doubt you'd be able to do that. Laws and stuff."

Sherlock shrugged. "I'd find a way."

"I'm sure you would." I laughed as we walked along to the large playground. Harry and I always used to go to that park when we were younger, and so did all the other children in the community, but then for some reason everyone just stopped going there, so Harry and I stopped going too.

It was desserted, and Sherlock and I smiled at each other. "Race you to the swings?" Sherlock asked.

"You're on."

"On your marks, get set, go!" Sherlock was off as soon as he said 'go' and it took me a second to comprehend, but I was already well behind. I sprinted as fast as I could, ending up matching Sherlock's pace, and we got to the swings at the same time, falling into them, panting loudly.

"You may have long legs, but I play rugby," I commented with a laugh.

"And yet you're still panting. You're out of practise, Love."

"I know. We've not long till we're back at school though, then I'll be back to training.  I'll be able to beat you in a race any day."

"Oh really?" Sherloc jumped off his swing and stood in front of me, a sexy, challenging look on his face.

"You shouldn't stand in front of people on swings. It's very dangerous," I pointed out, trying to mask the sexual tension between us.

"Oh, I don't intend on standing here for long," Sherlock responded.

"Is that right?"

"Mhm," Sherlock slowly approached me, and sat on my lap, facing towards me. 

"This is going to make for some very awkward swinging, you realise," I mumbled as his eyes locked with mine, his face slowly getting closer to mine. My breathing grew ragged with anticipation as I impatiently waited for his sweet lips to connect with mine. 

 I closed my eyes, and waited. Nothing happened. "Yeah, you're right," Sherlock replied, getting off of me. "It will be too awkward swinging."

I stared at him in disbelief. "Are you serious?" 

"I'm sorry, did you want a kiss?"

"Well, yeah, that'd be really nice, actually," I responded. 

I got up off the swing, and looked at Sherlock. "I'm bored, John."

"Then shut up and kiss me?"

"No."

"No?"

"Yes, no. You'll have to catch me, first."

I rolled my eyes as he began running away. Feeling a bit like a rapist, I began to chase my boyfriend, all for a kiss. He better make it a bloody good one, I thought to myself. 

The perimeters of the park were surrounded with a thick layer of trees, so naturally, that's where Sherlock decided to run to. I followed him in there, and chuckled as I spotted him hiding behind a tree. I ran around the other side of it stealthily, and he didn't seem to notice my presence.

I went around the other side, trying to grab him, but he was gone. I sighed. I saw his curls behind another tree, so I went over to it. Trying to outsmart me, he ran towards me, probably expecting me to go the other way. I tackled him to the ground, and found his piercing blue/green eyes gazing into mine as he lay underneath me.

"Can I have my kiss now?" I asked, my lips brushing against his as I spoke since I had leaned in close.

Sherlock nodded, and tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer, my lips finally properly meeting his. My chest was against Sherlock's, and I could feel his heart hammering against my own... Or maybe it was mine against his?

One of Sherlock's hands remained in my hair, while the other travelled along my back, resting on my arse, which he properly grabbed, making me groan into his mouth. Sherlock smiled as his tongue entered my mouth, and our tongues met.

Well, it definitely was a good kiss. At least it was until someone interrupted us. 

"Twenty quid, Sebastian, hand it over."

I quickly got off of Sherlock, and helped him to his feet, before we turned to greet the two people we never thought we'd see again: Moriarty and Sebastian. Sebastian sighed and placed 20 pounds in Moriarty's open palm. 

Moriarty smirked as he watched us, his eyes dark and cold. "Hello, boys! Did you miss me?"

"Not particularly," Sherlock told him. "Though of course I knew you'd be coming back. You're quite predictable, really, aren't you?"

Moriarty cocked his head to the side, giving us a pitying look, which both Sherlock and me didn't appreciate. "We'll see about that. Do you want to know about our time away? We've got time to share."

"Actually, John and I were in the middle of something. Maybe some other time? I assume you'll be back at Baskerville soon."

"Yes, you're right. Okay, you boys have fun. And use condoms, we all know about Johnny boy's past reputation with the ladies." With that, Moriarty and Sebastian turned and walked off. 

Once they were out of sight, I turned to Sherlock. "You know I was a virgin before I met you, right? Like you were my first."

"Yes, yes, of course I know that," Sherlock said impatiently, still staring at the place where Moriarty and Sebastian had been beforehand. "Let's go." Sherlock grabbed my hand, and we ran back to my house. 

When we got in, we went straight up to my room. I fell back onto my bed, as Sherlock paced the room excitedly. "Can you believe it, John? This is brilliant!"

"A psychotic murderer who attends our school is back on the loose, and you're excited about it?"

"Of course! Finally, I am able to think again!"

I looked at my boyfriend. His curls bounced as he paced, and a large grin was spread across his handsome face (handsome is a complete understatement, of course) and his white shirt had grass stains on it from lying on the ground earlier. I loved seeing him happy, but seeing him happy because of this sort of thing just wasn't decent.

Sherlock then went over to the coat rack (I put one in my room especially for him) and he took off his overcoat and put it on, before throwing me mine. "Come along, John. We're going out."

"Where are we going?"

"To visit Mrs. Hudson."