I was having feels after tonights episode, so here’s a mostly unrelated, slightly angsty first time fic:<\/p>\n
Black Wool Coat <\/a>–\u00a0John watches Sherlock and the way he uses his coat as a shield. Perhaps it’s time he let someone in.<\/p>\n teaser below the cut<\/p>\n <\/p>\n John watched Sherlock Holmes. And, despite Sherlock\u2019s pithy statements, he did observe. He saw the way Sherlock held himself apart. The way he didn\u2019t touch the living, the way he turned up his collar. How he dismissed most people out of hand.<\/p>\n When they went out for a case, when Sherlock went to face the world, he put on his scarf and he put on his coat. Ah the coat. It held a few important tools, but it also kept more than the chill at bay. All mysterious with his cheekbones indeed.<\/p>\n They were home now, coming up the stairs to the flat, Sherlock\u2019s elegant hands pulling the scarf loose from his neck. He started for the buttons on his coat, but John grabbed his hand instead. Sherlock\u2019s watched him. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat I should have been doing for the last four months.\u201d He took the coat in both hands and pulled him down for a kiss, trying to hold himself back.<\/p>\n