Johnlock ♧ and ♦ <3

homosociallyyours:

homosociallyyours:

Playing with the other’s hair & slow dancing! A combo, and proper ficlet length too 🙂 

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“Johhhhnnnnn!” Sherlock yelled as he saw John enter the bar. Behind him, Greg shook his head and stifled a laugh, then made a ‘drinking’ motion with his hand, widening his eyes.

“Hello Greg, Molly,” John said, nodding between them. “Sherlock,” he said, reaching out and patting Sherlock’s shoulder. “How many rounds have I missed?”

“Four,” Sherlock said, raising his glass and smiling back at John.

“Two,” Greg mouthed. Molly giggled and raised her eyebrows in agreement.

“Maybe I’ll start with a bit of yours, hmm?” John asked, reaching for Sherlock’s drink. He took a swallow of the whiskey, enjoying the warmth as it spread through his chest. Greg had turned to Molly, whispering something, and John took the opportunity to touch Sherlock, laying his hand just at the base of Sherlock’s curls and rubbing at Sherlock’s neck and up his head.

Sherlock pushed into John’s touch, then turned his head and nuzzled into John’s palm. John hummed with pleasure and leaned forward to kiss Sherlock, only noticing that he’d been caught out when Molly whooped quietly across from them.

“Can’t save it for tomorrow, can you?” Greg teased.

“Nope,” Sherlock replied, tugging John close to him and kissing him in earnest. Across the bar, someone started playing a song on the jukebox, and Sherlock turned his head toward it. He stood up and took John’s hand, smiling like a fool. “We’ve waited long enough, haven’t we?”

John smiled and looked at Greg and Molly, who both nodded in agreement. “I believe I am going to have a slow dance with my soon-to-be husband,” he said, letting Sherlock drag him onto the floor. He never quite caught up on the drinks, but it didn’t really matter.

Oops rebloggin this one too bc let’s not forget my ass will ship johnlock til I’m dead and buried and bloggin from the good place