Fic: Valentines Surprises (Granada, G)
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holmes_gendersTitle: Valentines Surprises
Universe: Granada 90s AU
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Holmes/Watson
Word Count: 552
Summary: Sherlock and John enjoy Valentine's Day together.
Sherlock and I had a lazy start to Valentine’s Day. He woke me with breakfast in bed at 8 o’clock, and we remained there for some time, drinking our tea, and talking. We were both taking the day off, and we wanted to savour that time.
Part of the morning we passed in doing individual things side-by-side. He was updating his scrapbook, pasting in notable newspaper cuttings, and annotating them with his own observations and key findings. I was catching up on some recent medical research.
We had decided it would be pleasant to go out for a winter picnic for our lunch. It would be romantic and, hopefully, fun. We prepared jacket potatoes, melting generous portions of butter in their hearts. There was a flask of coffee, and freshly baked mini apple pies. We packed all of this into my rucksack, the food wrapped up in tin foil and the picnic blanket to keep it all warm. Thus laden, and bundled up in warm clothes, we made our way to Regent’s Park.
There was a particular bench that we liked to sit on in the park, and we found it empty. We sat on the bench and spread the blanket over our knees. Sherlock poured the coffee, and I served the potatoes.
“This is glorious, John,” he said when he had taken his first bite. “It’s stayed so warm.”
I hummed in agreement, my mouth full, and he laughed. I gave him playful prod, and he laughed even harder. He was so beautiful when he was happy.
We carried on eating in companionable silence, relishing the warmth both of the food and of our affection. When we had finished, I wrapped an arm around his waist, and he leaned against me.
“You know, I always used to think Valentine’s Day was silly,” he mused. “It doesn’t seem so now that I have someone to share it with.”
I gave him a little squeeze. This was so very like him that I chuckled lightly. “I quite agree, my love,” I said. “What do you want to do for the rest of the day?”
“I thought we could go to the Science Museum,” he replied. “They have an exhibit on medical history you might be interested in.”
I kissed his forehead gently. “That sounds great.”
We sat there for a while longer, watching people walking past and enjoying the sunshine. Eventually, we decided to make a move. We packed everything away again and prepared to go. Pausing before picking up my bag, I looked at Sherlock. The sunlight played on his features, making him appear to glow. I swept him up in my arms, bridal style. He yelped in surprise, then giggled and kissed me. We lingered, smiling against each other's lips. With the fingers of one hand, he stroked the soft hair at the base of my skull, while his other hand rested on my shoulder. I cradled him gently, holding him close. When we pulled back from the kiss, he rested his forehead against mine. His look was questioning, asking the reason for my spontaneity.
“I love you,” I said simply.
He kissed my nose. “I love you too.”
I put him down, then picked up my bag. Hand-in-hand, we made our way towards the tube to head to the museum.
Universe: Granada 90s AU
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Holmes/Watson
Word Count: 552
Summary: Sherlock and John enjoy Valentine's Day together.
Sherlock and I had a lazy start to Valentine’s Day. He woke me with breakfast in bed at 8 o’clock, and we remained there for some time, drinking our tea, and talking. We were both taking the day off, and we wanted to savour that time.
Part of the morning we passed in doing individual things side-by-side. He was updating his scrapbook, pasting in notable newspaper cuttings, and annotating them with his own observations and key findings. I was catching up on some recent medical research.
We had decided it would be pleasant to go out for a winter picnic for our lunch. It would be romantic and, hopefully, fun. We prepared jacket potatoes, melting generous portions of butter in their hearts. There was a flask of coffee, and freshly baked mini apple pies. We packed all of this into my rucksack, the food wrapped up in tin foil and the picnic blanket to keep it all warm. Thus laden, and bundled up in warm clothes, we made our way to Regent’s Park.
There was a particular bench that we liked to sit on in the park, and we found it empty. We sat on the bench and spread the blanket over our knees. Sherlock poured the coffee, and I served the potatoes.
“This is glorious, John,” he said when he had taken his first bite. “It’s stayed so warm.”
I hummed in agreement, my mouth full, and he laughed. I gave him playful prod, and he laughed even harder. He was so beautiful when he was happy.
We carried on eating in companionable silence, relishing the warmth both of the food and of our affection. When we had finished, I wrapped an arm around his waist, and he leaned against me.
“You know, I always used to think Valentine’s Day was silly,” he mused. “It doesn’t seem so now that I have someone to share it with.”
I gave him a little squeeze. This was so very like him that I chuckled lightly. “I quite agree, my love,” I said. “What do you want to do for the rest of the day?”
“I thought we could go to the Science Museum,” he replied. “They have an exhibit on medical history you might be interested in.”
I kissed his forehead gently. “That sounds great.”
We sat there for a while longer, watching people walking past and enjoying the sunshine. Eventually, we decided to make a move. We packed everything away again and prepared to go. Pausing before picking up my bag, I looked at Sherlock. The sunlight played on his features, making him appear to glow. I swept him up in my arms, bridal style. He yelped in surprise, then giggled and kissed me. We lingered, smiling against each other's lips. With the fingers of one hand, he stroked the soft hair at the base of my skull, while his other hand rested on my shoulder. I cradled him gently, holding him close. When we pulled back from the kiss, he rested his forehead against mine. His look was questioning, asking the reason for my spontaneity.
“I love you,” I said simply.
He kissed my nose. “I love you too.”
I put him down, then picked up my bag. Hand-in-hand, we made our way towards the tube to head to the museum.
