Johnlock Oneshots (Requests are closed)

Hammock

As an apology for the last one ripping al y'alls heart out.

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Sherlock nuzzled into John's neck. "You're warm," he mumbled.

"What are you cold-blooded?" John asked. It was burning out. John was surprised he hadn't gotten a sunburn already. Sherlock stayed silent and shifted in John's arms. "God damn it Sherlock people are going to think we're a couple."

Sherlock sighed. "I really don't care. The facts are that you are warm, I am comfortable and so are you. You have also been craving human affection ever since Mary dumped you for the kid who smokes in the hallways."

John scoffed. "What do you know?"

Sherlock raised his head. "A lot John." and with that, He nuzzled back into John's neck.

"You're like a cat," John said and ran his fingers through Sherlock's hair. Sherlock giggled and let out a rumbling sound that sounded very much like a purr. John laughed. "You're an idiot."

"Why do you keep demining my intelligence when I have obviously shown that I am smarter than you and everyone in the school?" Sherlock mumbled, too lazy to get up.

"What about James?"

"I will push you off."

"You wouldn't dare."

Sherlock got up and looked John dead in the eye. His expression was the one that so many girls gave John after he had failed at flirting. John gulped and Sherlock grinned maniacally as he shifted to one side, causing the hammock to flip over. The rest was a blur and John opened his eyes. He was right over Sherlock. "Sorry," Sherlock whispered.

John was too stunned to reply. Sherlock Holmes was right underneath him. John had been in this position many times. It either led to a wonderful makeout session or something more. "Hi," John said quietly.

"Hi," Sherlock said, blushing.

"Can I?"

"Can you what?"

"I just."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and kissed John, quickly. John froze. "Sorry, I thought."

John kissed Sherlock again. A bit longer this time. "No need to be sorry."

"Does this mean that you won't go chasing after another girl?"

"Not for a long time."

Sherlock glared. "I'm just saying you might break my heart." Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I'm just saying," John whispered and kissed the young genius again.

"Ok." Sherlock sighed.

"Want to get back onto the hammock and cuddle some more?"

"Only if you kiss me more."

John smiled and got up, holding out a hand to help Sherlock. "Now that can be arranged."