Sherlock Oneshots (Mystrade/Johnlock/Mormor)

I Could Get Used to This - Johnlock

FINALLY A NEW CHAPTER IM SO SORRY

I will continue to upload my queer analysis, just to fill in gaps, but I'm pretty sure that's almost done.

Anyway, it's almost Christmas so here's a Christmas-y story!! Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah for those who celebrate, happy time off for those who get it.

I tried to make this story as long as possible (I am sick so it might not be the greatest?) as to make up for it taking so longggg

Let's go!!

-Arrow

Sherlock's P.O.V

I stepped cautiously into my parent's loungeroom, poking my head around the doorframe. The room smelled very Christmas-y; spices, pine, firewood, and mint. It was nice. It was something I missed about living away from home, which I didn't anticipate. I looked around the cozy room, reveling in how it still looked the same. My roaming eyes settled on the new addition to the room, and I couldn't even try to stop my smile.

He was only reading a book. He looked peaceful and calm, which was rare for him. He looked up and out the window, smiling softly at the light snowfall visible through the foggy glass. He was more beautiful than any of that. Though I knew he'd never believe it.

"Hi." I whispered. I've been told that my presence can be somewhat intimidating, and I knew John didn't find me at all scary, but I couldn't bear the thought of startling him.

He tore himself away from the window. His beautiful, yet tired, eyes found me and focused on me for a few moments before he replied.

"Hello."

"Time to eat. If you're interested." I silently cursed myself for sounding timid.

He stood, making his way over to me, book in hand.

"None of that."

"None of what?" Oh god, what had I done wrong now?

"You don't need to be nervous around me, okay? I'm not scary, am I?"

"No, you're not... It's just..." Find your words, idiot. "It's new. It's very new."

"I know." He reached up to touch my shoulder gently. I closed my eyes slowly. It was nice to finally be able to do things like that. "It's new for me, too. But... you know I'll do whatever I can to make sure you're happy. Like, honestly, just tell me and I'll-"

I usually didn't mind cutting people off when they were being stupid. John was never stupid. I cut him off because he was rambling. I cut him off because I wanted to kiss him. So I did. Because I could now.

I still wasn't used to it, which led me to believe that I wasn't good at it. The response that I always got should've told me that it was indeed fantastic, but he hadn't said it out loud, and once again, I am an idiot.

He took my face in his hands, dropping the book along the way. My arms ended up slung over his shoulders. It was sweet. A moment I wanted to remember.

File that away.

He made me feel so beautiful. Like I mattered to someone. Because I finally did. He hadn't said he loved me yet, but I could feel that he did. With every light touch, every kiss, every word, I felt loved. Every time he respected my boundaries, and never called them unreasonable, I felt like life was finally turning around. Things were normal again. Well, as normal as they could be for us.

The last time we were at my parent's house for Christmas, John was married. And it wasn't to me, it's safe to say. My parents had always suspected something between us whenever I brought him up, which was almost every phone call, but once he got married, they dropped it. After the divorce, however, he moved back in and brought Rosie with him, and the comments started up again. I hadn't told them yet because I figured they'd think I was joking. So, technically, making out in their loungeroom whilst they waited for us in the kitchen was probably a silly idea.