Consider love - A Johnlock

9. Apple cake

       

Hayaa. I just started with my internship Monday. So that's why I didn't update every two days. So I'm sorry. I'm doing my best. But this internship is really important. Don't worry, I'll update at least every 3 days (: Can be faster though.
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Sherlock entered the empty classroom and made his way to his desk, sinking into the chair and turning his attention to the papers that were lying on his desk. A moment later he reached down to the bag by his side and pulled it to his lap, grabbing his stuff for the lesson. After his desk was covered with the stuff he needed. He then stood up and walked towards the blackboard, writing information about Dutch on it. Some info about the differences between Flemish and Dutch. When he was done, he sat down on his chair again and lifted his legs and placed it on the desk, waiting on the students to enter. And of course hoping that John will enter as first.

Ten to six the door opened and Sherlock turned his head with hope. But his tiny smile dropped immediately when he saw Miss Delaz entering the room. The woman from Wednesday who was annoyed that Sherlock brought John tea and that she didn't get one. She scowled at him and walked over to her desk with a cup of coffee in her hands, not bothering to greet her teacher. Sherlock somehow seemed amused about the cup in her hands.

"Glad you found the coffee machine." He said teasingly with a wide smile, raising his eyebrows. He was waiting for a comeback but instead of saying anything, the brunette just gave him a stern glare and tugged her phone out of her pocket and kept her busy with it. Three minutes later, three younger women walked inside the room. The three of them greeted Sherlock cheerfully. What made him sigh.

Two to six, John finally arrived. He planned to bring coffee for Sherlock as he passed the machine. But then he didn't. He didn't want to send the wrong signals to Sherlock. As he stood in front of the closed classroom door. He heard Sherlock snapping to someone. John snorted with an amusing smile and opened the door. Sherlock directly closed his mouth and fixed his gaze on John. His annoyed expression turned in a soft one. 

"John." He said, his voice deep and gravelly. It made chills run down John's spine. John smiled fondly at him and stepped inside the classroom and closed the door behind.

"Sherlock." He greeted back. They kept staring at each other's eyes for a while, in silence. Their breathings were the only thing that could be heard. There was definitely some chemistry between the two. Seconds later someone entered and the door bumped into John's back what made John return to his senses. He cleared his throat and looked to the person who entered, so he can hide the pink that appeared on his cheeks. John then walked over to his desk and sat down. As he opened his book he looked up at Sherlock again.

"I assume that you are feeling better." John stated.

"Fortunately, yes." He replied.

"Good." John said. "Oh and I have something for you." He said with the biggest smirk he had. Sherlock frowned at John's smirk. Didn't sound good, he thought. John was rummaging in his bag, searching something that was wrapped with tinfoil. He took it out of his bag and laid it onto his desk. He dropped the bag on the ground and looked up at Sherlock who was trying to see what John had brought with him. John chuckled at Sherlock's expression.

"What is it?" He asked curiously. John bite his bottom lip and he then threw the packet towards Sherlock, without a warning. Luckily Sherlock caught it. He immediately started opening it, ignoring the fact that he had to start the lesson already. He opened the packet and peered inside. And snorted at what he saw. "Really, John?" Sherlock complained. John nodded amused, biting on his lip. John had brought an apple cake for Sherlock. John was starting to feel better and he felt like he wanted to cook. And then the thoughts of giving Sherlock a piece of it... John could feel his face heat up at the thoughts.

"You know I ate already today." Sherlock said, suddenly sternly. John's smile dropped and Sherlock seemed to notice that. A flood of emotions and confusions were drowning him. He sighed inwardly. "Thankyou." He said calmly. "I'll take a bite of it in the break." He informed and closed the tinfoil. John cheered up at the words and Sherlock couldn't help but blush. He coughed and stood upright.

"Good evening class." Sherlock said dully, scanning the classroom. He heard Miss Delaz muttering something. He just gave her a piss-off stare and stared back at the others. "I have something for you all." He said and pulled out sheets of paper and handed it to the first person in the row, closest to the window. "Can you pass this around?" He asked, somehow politely. Since when is Sherlock Holmes being polite? The woman nodded and stood up. "Everyone fill this in. It's not a test, more likely a task. I want to know, how far everyone is with the basics." He said and sat down on his chair, crossing his legs, ignoring the girl who raised her hand.

Everyone started to work at the task they got. Sherlock leaned forwards and leaned on his steepled fingers with his chin, his elbows touching the wooden desk. Sherlock looked again at John where he sat, frowning at his sheet and sometimes John pressed his lips together, and the tiny smile that appeared when he found an answer. Sherlock couldn't help but smile at this. John was so special for him. Nobody ever cared for Sherlock, like John did. Sherlock's eyes always seemed to light up when he saw John. Suddenly John looked up and caught Sherlock's eyes. He smiled softly and turned back to his sheet, knowing that Sherlock was still watching him. It made John blush furiously. If someone laid a tomato beside John. There would be no difference between the fruit and the doctor. 

When someone was ready they gave the task at the curly black haired teacher so he could correct them while waiting on the rest. One girl failed so badly. She had one thing right. And that was the hello/hallo one.

"Miss, Alyana." He started. She looked up at this, smiling sheepishly.

"Yes?" She replied.

"Why are you here?" He said dryly.

"Umm. Isn't it obvious?"

"Don't try to be funny." He said fiercely and looked briefly at her sheet and then back at her. "You just got one answer correct from the twenty. This is basic. After more than 4 hours, you know one word and that's hallo. There is no point in continuing these lessons if you don't pay attention. Even a toddler learns faster."

"Are you calling me stupid?" She hissed.

"I didn't. But if you say so, yes." Sherlock said with a teasing tone, clasping his hands together. She rolled her eyes and looked down at her empty desk. John followed the conversation and couldn't help but smile. When he was done, he shoved his chair backwards, what made a horrible sound. Everyone looked at John.

"Sorry" He muttered and stood up. Walking to Sherlock's desk, handing him the paper. Both smiling shyly as their eyes met. John walked back to his desk and Sherlock started correcting John's task. He was busy with someone else's, but preferred to correct John's first. After one minute it was already corrected. Sherlock coughed for John's attention, what succeeded. And spoke up.

"Nicely done, John." He said friendly. "Everything correct." He added.

"Thankyou." He replied, licking his upper lip, blushing.

Thankya for reading so far xxx
OH btw, I'm so happy that they started filming series 4 last week! Also, there is a Sherlock convention is September. I hope you guys will come too! ^w^ It will be amazing!
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