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John tried to distract his mind from what was really happening so that the burning blush would leave his cheeks. He couldn't believe he agreed to do this, the things he did for Sherlock.

"Now we will start out with-" Sherlock deep baritone voice rumbled in John's ear. Sherlock was so close, that John could feel his hot breath on his ear. John's face begin to turn red again, and he inwardly cursed.

"-and then you can combine the two, because the pedals are easy it's just about maintaining speed which is simple when you know the wheel."

John blinked, realizing he missed everything Sherlock had just said. Sherlocks thighs were burning underneath him, and the car felt way too hot. John felt crammed, there was no space to move or breath.

"John?"

John jolted, "Sorry what?"

Sherlock frowned, "Ok I'll walk you through it, start the car."

Now John felt stupid. He could feel his face getting even hotter, John didn't even know that his face had the ability to turn this red. He twisted the key, and realized that his hand was shaking. He didn't know why he was acting this nervous. His heart begin to hammer in his chest, and Sherlock was so close to him. The thought of Sherlock hearing his heart made John's heart beat even faster until he could hear his heart in his ears. John forced himself to take a deep breath, which came out loud and shaky.

"John calm down, you can't drive if your this worked up. Your stiff, here back up."

Sherlock grabbed John's shoulders and pulled him back, which caught John off guard, so he fell into Sherlock's chest. John eyes widened and he jumped off Sherlock, but Sherlock grabbed John around his waist. Sherlock tried to pull John against him again while John flailed like a fish.

"John-"

"No Sherlock! This isn't going to work, just, let me out of the car!"

"No John, I'm not giving up. Just calm down it's ok."

"No it's not, it's not ok!"

John eventually calmed down and Sherlock held him against his chest. John hid his face in his hands and rested his elbows on his knees. Tears burned in the back of John's eyes, but John refused to let them fall. He knew this was all hopeless, he just couldn't help but feel humiliated. John hated not being able to do things, and Sherlock being there to witness it just made it a million times worse. John knew he couldn't cry, because that would just make the whole situation even more embarrassing.

"John?" Sherlock's voice sounded tiny and puzzled.

John began to shake and Sherlock's eyes widened.

"John?" Sherlock tried again, and the shaking intensified.

When he received no answers, he wrapped his arms around John's and John rested his head in the nape of Sherlocks neck. Sherlock looked down at John, at an utter loss of what to do. He's never comforted anyone before, and tried to dig deep in his mind palace to find out how. Words of assurance and hugs seemed to help, he learned that from the movies John sometimes watches. John knew Sherlock paid attention, because Sherlock would always deduce the ending in the first five minutes of the film.

"It's ok John. You're not," Sherlock paused, searching for the right words to say. Complimenting was also something that Sherlock was never good at.

John let out a muffled bitter laugh, "I never thought you'd be the type to try and spare my feelings. Sherlock I know the truth."

"You just need more practice that's all." Sherlock lamely finished.

All Sherlock was met with was silence, and frustration bubbled up in his chest. Why couldn't he be good at talking to people? John sniffed, and something painful was stabbing in Sherlock's chest. Sherlock's eyebrows wrinkled, could it be, sentiment? Sherlock frowned, he knew he cared about John deeply. He didn't want to, he knew that it wasn't an advantage, but couldn't push the feeling away. As time went on, it only seemed to grow stronger. But then, Sherlock realized that it didn't matter what it was. At this moment, all he knew was that he wanted to make John feel better.

"John." Sherlock said firmly, and the minute that the word escaped his mouth he regretted it.

John pushed himself away from Sherlock, and turned his head away from him. Sherlock could see John rubbing his face quickly, trying to erase the evidence of him crying. Sherlock didn't understand why John was doing this, Sherlock already knew John had been crying. Sherlock frowned while John let out a humorless laugh,

"Gosh look at me, freaking out like some teenage girl."

John's shoulders slouched, and Sherlock felt more pain that leaked out of his mouth when he said, "John."

John cleared his throat, and forced himself to look into Sherlock's blue eyes. John's face was red with both embarrassment and the motion of running his hands across his face so quickly. In his eyes, Sherlock could see all the emotions lurking there too.

"I'm sorry," John looked away, and Sherlock saw a flash of pain in his blue eyes. "Please, just, take me home. I can't do this." At that moment John wanted desperately to just crawl in a hole and never come out.

Sherlock grabbed John by his chin, and forced John to look at him.

"John I know it seems impossible now, but you will learn how to drive." John shook his head, trying to escape the grip, but Sherlock kept a firm grip.

"No listen, it may take awhile but it's going to happen. It's different for everyone, it's just taking you a little while. Actually, today is a new start. So really, you've only been learning for thirty minutes which isn't long at all. We'll take this slowly and then-"

John shook himself out of Sherlock's grasp, but continued to stare into Sherlock's eyes. "No Sherlock you don't understand, this isn't about the driving."

Sherlock pursed his lips, trying to think of what else the problem could possibly be. He soon gave up, "Then what is it?"

John shook his head, "Why are you helping me?"

Sherlock frowned, "Well," Sherlock paused and thought hard about what he was going to say. He knew the reason why, he just needed to word it to where John wouldn't know just how deeply Sherlock's caring for him went.

"Because your my, friend. Friends help each other, and you help me all the time. I don't do much for you, and-"

John's mouth widened in shock, "What? Sherlock you take me on cases with you, and gave me that rush of adventure after the war. After the war, I didn't have anyone, and I felt like that nothing ever happened. I was just going through the motions of life, just living but not really doing anything with my life. If anyone doesn't do anything it's me. I don't even know why you bother with me, why you think I'm so great. After the war, I was left broken. I don't bring you any help on your cases, you don't need me. Everyone wonders why you keep me around, and I've been wondering that too. Why me? At first I thought pity, but then I realized that you don't really-"

Sherlock's eyes softened, "John, my sweet John. I do need you, but," Sherlock lowered his head and scrunched his eyes. He took a deep breath. "John words aren't really, people aren't really, sentiment defiantly is not my area. When your around, everything is clearer. I used to take cocaine because it brought me a rush of excitement and helped me think faster, but I don't need that anymore because I have you."

John stared up at awe and Sherlock stared down at him back, this time with fury in his eyes, "John Watson don't you dare say that you are broken. You are the strongest person that I know. Not only did you fight in a war, but you fought to save people. You saved people's lives, and risked yours in the process. If anyone should be asking why someone's here, it should be me. You put up with me interrupting your dates, my life threatening experiments, and my awful attitude. No one has ever stayed as long as you have. Even though your home from war, you still continue to value and save people's lives. I may be better at figuring out the information, but your better at the people part. I'm the brain, but your the heart. Without you by my side, I don't think I'd be able to function without you. You do feed me and make sure I sleep and-"

John laughed and Sherlock realized that he talked to much. His face grew pink and he looked down at his lap.

"If anyone should be embarrassed in this situation now, it should be me." Sherlock mumbled and John stopped laughing.

John realized that what he did was a bit not good. He just laughed at a man who never expresses his emotions. Guilt sunk in John's stomach, and Sherlock's face grew serious again.

"Now put it into drive and we will start slow and then try and take a turn." Sherlock's voice lacked it's previous excitement and John paled. Sherlock was closing himself out, and John knew he needed to fix it.

"No Sherlock I wasn't laughing because-"

Sherlock cut him off, "It doesn't matter, come on we've been putting this off to long it's going to get dark soon."

John frowned, knowing that the sky would not get dark anytime soon.

"Sherlock-"

Sherlock began to grow irritated, "John just put it the car into-"

"Sherlock! Will you just listen?"

"No I'm done talking." Sherlock put the car into drive and John flinched as the car began to move.

"Sherlock what the hell?!"

Sherlock didn't answer, and John put the car into park. Sherlock's hand grasped the joy stick the put the car back into drive and John placed his hand over Sherlock's. John pulled his knees up and turned his whole body towards Sherlock. His knees rested in between Sherlock's legs, and his other hand rested on Sherlock's upper thigh.

"Fine if you don't want to talk."

Before John could chicken out, John leaned forward and crashed his lips against Sherlock's. When John realized that Sherlock wasn't kissing back, he flew back and took his hand off of Sherlock's.

"Fuck Sherlock I'm really sorry. From the way you were talking I assumed that you liked me, but it was stupid of me to think, I mean, you told me you were married to your work and, I'm really really sorry. I hope we can still-"

Sherlock smirked at the flustered John and kissed him. John wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck. When they broke away John was dizzy from the lack of air, and red in the face again.

"John you are apart of my work."

John shook his head and smiled. He looked up at Sherlock hesitantly and his face grew serious. "Sherlock you don't have to say this back, but I've known this for awhile. It just suddenly became really clear now, and I have to get this off my chest, Sherlock I-"

"I love you too John."

John stared, and opened his mouth, but then closed it. He opened his mouth again after a few seconds, "You bastard, you said it. You actually," John let out a breathless laugh, "wow."

John laughed and Sherlock kissed him again, leaning John backwards until his back touched the steering wheel. One of Sherlock's hands wrapped around John's waist, and the other was lifting John's shirt up. John moaned into this kiss, and suddenly there was a loud beep. John and Sherlock broke the kiss, and John began to laugh.

"My back hit the horn."

John's high pitched giggles and Sherlock's deep laugh filled the silence in the car. Sherlock went to kiss John again, and John placed his hand on Sherlock's chest.

"No Sherlock, I don't want to do this in the car. What ever this is going to be-"

"Intercourse."

John flushed, Sherlock was straight to the point as usual. Of course, John didn't mind that idea, not one bit.

"Ok then let's go home."

Sherlock smiled and shook his head, "Oh no John I told you, you're driving home."

John sighed, "What no. Sherlock." John angrily moaned.

Sherlock readjusted John on his lap, and Sherlock leaned John into his chest. John put his feet back down and Sherlock breathed hot air into John's ear. John squirmed and Sherlock smirked, "Or I can just drive you home, with you on my lap, and we can just continue this tomorrow."

John growled, "Sherlock that's crazy we drove for two hours to get out here, and I'm not sitting in your lap for that long. You're not dropping this driving thing, are you?"

Sherlock licked John's ear, and then bit the tip, making John shiver. "Nope."

Sherlock locked the car door and John stiffened, "Wait Sherlock-"

John moaned as Sherlock began to kiss his neck, and then lightly nip at it.

"I'm pretty sure this is illegal."

Sherlock put the car into drive and John tucked his legs up so that Sherlock could reach the pedals.

"We do illegal things all the time, besides this makes driving much more fun."

Sherlock rested his chin on top of John's head, teasing poor John the whole way home.

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