One shots (johnlock fluff mostly)

Cat in a tree

This is where they are. This is where they hide. Right now with the cops calling out because they just outran a suspect who has a few too many friends and now...now they're in a tree and turns out Sherlock has a fear of heights. Bloody perfect.

"Sherlock...Sherlock look at me" John whispered at Sherlock who now had his eyes tight shut and legs and arms tightly around the bark of the tree branch they were on.

They can already hear the men being arrested and now the police are looking for them but he already knows Sherlock would never forgive him if he were the reason lestrade saw them like this so he lets it go. Lets the police pass by silently underneath.

This is getting ridiculous.

"Sherlock for chrissakes look. At. Me." Each word is getting sterner and he leans forward jostling the branch as he grabs Sherlock's chin and turns it  to face himself and after a second grey, panicked eyes make contact with his own and blink slightly lost and confused.

"John?" It sounds meaningless, nothing, but John knows that's a question. What do we do? How do we get out of this?

So John nods to himself and manages to squeeze past Sherlock form getting a startled yelp as the tree shakes in turmoil and almost threatens to pull Sherlock to the gravity sucking concrete below.

John just smiles at this point and creates a wedge between himself and the tree for Sherlock to slip into.

"Right you go down with me, I can stop you sliding down this way and my front will be at your back holding you in case you fall, there's enough branches to create a wedge for both of and to hold onto separately and stay secure so bloody well get your arse here, lord knows why I let you lead the way, I told you a perfectly sound exit back that way" the ex soldier  says slightly annoyed as Sherlock very hesitantly does as he's told going in the space, his feet and body on a higher level from johns himself but pressed against the tree by johns body alone which should make their descent easier.

Sherlock doesn't say a word as they make their way down, johns hand occasionally landing on his hip or thigh to keep him up having already read his steps and seen what will make him slip or not.

They are only about two feet from the floor when John jumps the remainder of the height and leaves Sherlock suddenly scrambling before he falls and John catches him by his shoulders and arms before his body can connect with the ground just as harshly as his legs did seeing how they gave way like they did.

John holds him there, Sherlock's legs sprawled in front of him holding none of his weight, his back against johns chest and stomach and johns chin just over his own as his arms hang lamely and John holds him from his arm pits.

He's shaking and John can feel it, he also looks dazed and just a tad scared.

It's funny in a twisted sorta way.

Eventually the soldier hoists the tall man back to his feet for him to stumble gracelessly for a moment before John wraps his arm around him and hoists him in the direction of the nearest curb so they can hail a can and catch a lift back home.

"That was erm....why you did back there...that was ...good?" Sherlock says questioningly as they get in the cab and he falls against John, his body aching and bruised and scratched up, his suit torn from the panicked climb up the tree and the ungraceful trip down. He dreams he can still feel Johns hands where they held against him. And he can feel the warmth of johns hand on his knee . He frowns. John didn't touch his knee . He blinks his eyes open and sees John looking at him as though he's been trying to get attention for a while now and he looks down and ah...there's johns hand on his knee.

"Wha?" He grumbles confused.

"We're home" John says amused yet concerned as he gets out the cab and leaves Sherlock's dazed form there before he pays and goes around to the other side, opens the door and hoists Sherlock out by the waste and backwards leaving room for some indignant squeaking before John hoists him over his shoulder with a startled yelp and into the flat ignoring the cabbies wolf whistle.

John does however set him down again when it comes to getting up the stairs to which he gives him a nudge up the backside with the jacket he's holding that he must have slipped off when they were in the cab and they stumble up the stairs tired to the bone, exhaustion setting itself in.

They collapse on the sofa as soon as they reach it and John just starts giggling and it happens like that.

One minute their laughing and the next they stop, and Sherlock's grinning like a mad man but there's something soft in his eyes and the next he's sitting up straighter and bringing both knees onto the couch and stripping his jacket as he goes, the material falling behind him and he swings his leg over both of johns so he's got a knee either side and he tucks his head down as his hands move to cup johns face and he kisses him.

Every thought that was there is now ash in the grate and every whisper of breath is now promises breathed into his skin because he's kissing John Watson and John.

Well John's not moving. 

He pulls back..:or at least he tries to and suddenly there's a hand on the back of his thigh and one in his unruly curls and pulling him back and kissing him even softer and asking for entrance with his tongue and he can't quite breathe. Because the world around him is still turning but his world is standing strongly and resolutely and cradling him in his arms as though he's the most precious thing to exist and maybe in John's eyes he is big if John ever says that he'll outright refuse and look away blushing because how the hell can John be so blind and make him so flustered.

They pull away for breath after a moment.

"You're an idiot" John whispers amused brushing a stray curl.

"No you are, I'm not scared of heights"

"Sherlock.." warningly said now.

"There was a spider"

And that's all it takes and their laughing again and stealing kisses in between.

A/N:IM BACK BITCHES