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A Feeling too Familiar

She twiddles and twists her fingers together. A nervous toying she did when she couldn't speak. Or if she didn't have words. The wind came in short bursts, but paired with the cold drizzle of rain made her hands freeze. She didn't mind the cold of her hands, it was common that her thin fingers became chilled easily. The voice beside her caught her attention. "Are you cold?" She blinks and looks up.

His gaze was warm, and a faint smile graced his lips. He had been speaking, she knew he had but she wasn't paying attention. Not to all of it. "Oh, not really. It's just my hands get cold fast so I play with them to warm them up but nothing bad." She spoke quickly, not wanting to stutter to seem any colder than she was. Her two jackets and thick jeans were enough to keep her body warm.

"Oh, well let me see them." He paused his walking, making her stop as well. He opened his hand, she hesitated, feeling her heart beat faster. Not too fast, she thought. A smile brightened her face and she laid her hands in his. His eyebrows raised in shock. "Wow your hands got cold fast!" He chuckled and her cheeks became pink. She eyed the way his hands engolfed his, and then her face became darker with a red shade. He lifted hers and his hands and brought them to his mouth, cupping both their hands and breathed into them.

She laughs and pulls her hands away. "Gross! Now your breath is gonna be all over my sweaty hands!" He laughed with her and he gave a small shrug.

"Gotta warm you up somehow. Here, let me see one of your hands." She raised a brow at him and he scoffs. "I won't breathe on it." She huffed and held her hand out. He took it with his other hand and tugged her down the street. "Lets go, once we're inside we can warm up some more."

She nodded, glancing at their hands. For a moment they were silent, then she spoke up. "So, your nickname came from a candy?" He chuckled, unknown to her that he was a bit embarrassed about it. He started explaining the story, and she forgot why she was nervous before. She smiled up at him as he told his story and she listened, her fingers gently rubbing his palm only once in a while.

How long will these feelings last, before she's lonely once again.

me, entering tumblr after listening to the cardboard box pt2, seeing I am just one of us fools thinking john and sherlock would pretend to be a swingers couple for a case, and knowing we’ve found our place in the world to be fools together: