This. Was. It. I walked out preparing to pour all I had into that very moment.
Tw- "Sherlock?" Its John, John calling me, my hands were shaking. I don't shake. I am Sherlock Holmes. "Y-Yes" I answered.
"There you are, wow you look a-amazing," If I die, I will die Happy, "Is my bow tie straight?"
"Come here, I'll fix it for you." He was so close; I could feel his warm breath tickle my cheeks. I was sure my heart was beating so loud that he could hear it too. I hoped not.
As I adjusted his bow tie my fingers skimmed over his soft beautiful neck. Not completely unintentionally. "There we go."
"Thank you," he murmured.
"You look great as well, you know," I whispered back. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Great! Out of all the words in the English dictionary, I chose great! But God, did he look amazing his wavy hair carelessly standing on end, his beautiful, mesmerizing eyes. Focus Sherlock.
He brought his fingers up and curled a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"Sorry, it was in your eyes" he apologized.
"It's alright, thank you."
'Tell him how you feel!' I screamed at myself. No, what if he doesn't feel the same way. This was probably the 130843 time I had had this argument with myself.
With all my frantic thoughts, I didn't notice that John had suddenly gone very pale his eyes dilated.
"Sherlock, I need to tell you something…"
"Anything." I replied.
"I understand if you don't fell the same way, but-I cant explain it every time I look at you I feel like my heart is losing control and iv never felt this way before and I know you are uninterested in relationsh-" I interrupted him by pressing my lips against his soft, gentle ones and kissed his with all the love I have been trapping inside me, freeing my passion from it's reins.
The kiss started of as delicate and gentle but got fiercer and fiercer, his tongue stroking mine, his mouth tasting of mint, me gently sucking his lower lip. My hands stroking his long lean neck, his travelling upwards from the bottom of my shirt, unbuttoning it until I was left with nothing but his warm hands to keep my chest warm.
Not wanting to be at disadvantage I stared to undo his belt-
"Wait. Lets go do my room."
"Okay." I whispered against his mouth.
We stayed together in each others embrace for the rest of the night, and even though we barely slept, for the first time in forever, I felt truly happy and at rest. Knowing that I was completely and unconditionally in love with John Watson.
I woke up. I remembered last night. I smiled. I am Happy. I look over at John, so peaceful in his sleep. Our bodies entwined under the duvet, his leg resting on mine. I look at the alarm clock. SHIT. "John, John, we need to leave, I stroke his cheek, regretting needing to wake him up. "Sherlock" he mumbles, smiling.
"Hello, good morning," I give him a light kiss. "We need to leave, now. Remember the case, the ball started an hour ago, we must leave."
"Oh! What time is it?"
"My thoughts exactly" I reply.
I get up from beneath the duvet, completely aware that I am naked and pick up my clothes from the floor when I notice John's eyes following me. "Like what you see?" I smirk.
"Hmmmm" he replies his eyes looking down at my toes slowly moving upwards and stopping at, certain unmentioned areas.
He gets up and I do the exact same and before I know it we are kissing inbetween each item or button we are putting on and doing up unable to help ourselves.
"You know, Sherlock, you look really good in a suit. We should have cases like these all the time" He gives me his cocky grin, which I adore.
"Yes but you still looked better during the night" I answer him while fixing my hair in the mirror.
"I had the duvet on"
"Not all the time, sometimes it might have just slipped off"
"Slipped of?" He replies knowingly.
"Yes" I say unable to stop myself from going to him and giving him a peck on his nose and each of his cheeks.
"Common, he takes my hand and leads me to the door, lets go solve a murder.