John stared down at his feet. Him and Sherlock stood in silence for a long while.
“John.”
John looked up abruptly, studying sherlock’s expression. John replied with a nod of his head.
“You’re brilliant.”
Where did that come from? Had he done something extraordinary? Johns thoughts seemed like they were spoken out loud because Sherlock added
“You didn’t do anything out of the ordinary… I just wanted to tell you in case you didn’t know, also return the favor since you call me amazing, brilliant, etc, All the time.”
“Oh…Uh thank you?” John muttered as he scratched at the nape of his neck.
“No problem. Let’s go inside, tea?”
Everytime Sherlock spoke it was smoothe, and sweet. Heavenly really.
“Tea sounds great actually.”
They both walked inside, John closing the door.
John lay in his bed that night. He let his mind think of ‘what ifs’ for the hundredth time.
What if Sherlock kissed me?
What if Sherlock confessed his love for me?
What if…I kissed Sherlock?….
What if
What if
What if
“No.” he whispered to himself while rubbing the bridge of his nose.
He had to give up on the thought that Sherlock could ever like him back… He was “married to his work” and that was it.
Time drifted, and John fell into a restless deep sleep.
He dreamt about Sherlock.
…again
“John!” Sherlock called from the stair case.
John groaned rolling to his side, he just wanted some normal sleep…Without sherlock’s face etched into his dreams.
“John come on! I made tea!”
“…I made your favorite!”
John blushed and a smile draped over his face. He slung his feet over and slowly walked down the steps.
Only to see Sherlock. Shirtless.
When Sherlock stood in the sun with his bare chest on the golden light, John had to try and contain his fantasies about running his rough hands over Sherlock’s silky pale skin and kissing his-
“Stop…John stop” John thought with clenched fists.
Sherlock waltz over handed him his favorite tea blend and kissed his cheek gently.
John felt his face flush a fire truck red.
Sherlock gave him a sweet smile and a wink, then plopped on the couch with the newspaper.
“What…what was that for?”
John asked in a daze.
“what?” Sherlock answered like nothing just happened, and maybe it didn’t, maybe it was just a greeting… Nothing more.
John gave up hope and let his face return to it’s natural color.
John cleared his throat. “uh nothing nevermind. Anything interesting in the paper?”
