I could hear the soft lull of the violin in the background as I walked down the stairs. It was roughly 3:30 in the morning at the time. I stopped and took a seat at the top of the stairs where Sherlock could not see me. He fumbled over the strings a few times and repeated a few starting notes. I wonder what he was trying to do. I was shocked when a deep, melodious voice filled the silence in the flat.
"There's a somebody I'm longing to see. I hope that he turns out to be, someone who'll watch over me," his voice drifted off as the violins chords followed. I closed my eyes and relaxed, listening closer to catch everything he sang.
"I'm a little lamb who's lost in a wood. I know I could always be good, To one who'll watch over me. Although he may not be the man some girls think of as handsome," I snapped my eyes opened at that, feeling a little offended. I listened on anyway. "To my heart, He carries the key," my cheeks flushed darkly at that. Surely he didn't mean me? Could he? I questioned myself as he took a breath.
"Won't you tell him please to put on some speed, Follow my lead, oh how I need," I then realized that I did not particularly care if he knew or not and listened on. "Someone to watch over me…" the jazzy chords of the violin and romantic feel of the song made my heart beat just a bit faster in my chest.
"I'm a little lamb who's lost in a wood. I know I could always be good, To one who'll watch over me. Although he may not be the man some girls think of as handsome," he re-sang this part of the song in a much more longing tone. My heart clenched and I just wanted to go down and hug him. I made a move to get up but froze as his next words hit me.
"To my heart, John carries the key," Sherlock's voice trailed off along with the notes of the violin and I stood frozen to the spot. After a moment or two, I unfroze and quietly trailed the rest of the way down the stairs.
Sherlock stood facing the window, looking out at London. A warm smile filled my features.
"Sherlock," I called softly so I would not startle him if he did not know I was there. He turned towards me with a small smile of his own. His eyes showed his longing though. "Come here," I told him and opened my arms up wide. He lay his violin down and padded over to where I stood at the bottom of the steps.
I pulled him into a tight hug, my arms around his neck and his arms around my waist. I could feel his heart beating in his chest as I held him. We rocked gently back and forth, not yet speaking to each other and just feeling.
"I love you," he whispered into the silence and I just clung onto him tighter.
"I love you, too," I murmured into his collarbones and placed a gentle kiss there as well. He kissed the top of my head. "Bed?" I asked him quietly.
"Yeah," Sherlock answered and together, with hands holding each other, we made our way upstairs and into my room for the remainder of the morning.