It's like you have guessed it- a Johnlock story

-It's like you have guessed it-

(A/N) If you didn't- read the description!
However I'll remind you again that it's supposed to take place in Victorian London.
(If you can, tell me what do you think about it, please)
I had fun writing it so I hope you'll enjoy! <3

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Doctor Watson stormed into the living room and tried to close the door silently.
However a deep voice from inside made him doubt if he managed to do it.

"My dear Watson, you look upset!"

Doctor turned to the detective and sighed.

"Don't get me wrong, Holmes, but I had to look at how two men got arrested, because they were just hugging!"

"Hm! Do you approve homosexual relationships then?" John Watson took off his hat and looked out at the evening London. He knew he had to choose words carefully. Though everything was confusing to him, he realised for some time now, that he admired his flatmate a bit too much.

"It's not like that, but..." he looked back at him "...if they trurly love each other, why to be against it?" The detective had straight face, but his eyes glittered with interest.
Doctor turned and took off his coat.

"I think so too" He didn't turn back, but froze with his coat in his hands. He had to admit it, he was surprised by this statement. It's not like he thought that his friend would disrespect homosexual relationships, but he didn't approve relationships at all. "Don't worry, Doctor, if they have at least a bit of intelligence, they will get out of it."

"Hm..." he put the coat on its place and turned back. Then he just smiled lightly and shrugged. "Would you like some tea?"

"Why not? Do you want me to call for our housekeeper?"

"No, no, it's pretty late and she didn't feel really well when I was leaving to my practice. I'll make it."

"Oh, okay then." Holmes smiled slightly and watched the doctor leave to the kitchen.

After a few moments Watson came back with two cups of tea. He left one on a table next to his armchair and walked to the other one, handing the cup to the detective. He took it and put it down, but when the doctor was turning to his place, Sherlock Holmes stood up and grabbed his wrist gently.

He stopped and slowly turned to the man behind him. He felt out of breath and his heart was beating frantically.

He looked up at his eyes. Such a stupid mistake. His eyes were way too beautiful for a human. But Watson knew he was one. Where everybody saw a machine, he saw a human. But how could he be just a human with this eyes?

Suddenly Holmes smirked and a flash of panic flooded through him.

"Everything alright, Doctor?" Watson just blinked, speechless. Holmes made a step forward. "Because I'm afraid something's up. You look a bit...stunned"

All he could do was shake his head slightly, not breaking the eye contact. He was afraid that if he stays like that, everything will get out. Yet, he wasn't able to move a muscle, even that the grip on his wrist could be easily broken. He swallowed.

"I...no- um" he couldn't form a sentence. Holmes had such an effect on him.

"I am wondering..." he moved even closer "what put you in that state, Doctor?"
Watson inhaled sharply. He was definitely teasing him.

"You know..." he managed to whisper.
Holmes was now incredibly close.

"Hmm..." he hummed "I'm not sure..."
He had no words. After a moment of silence the detective continued. "You see, there's something I need you to know..." Their noses were almost touching. "Your breathing is fast, heartrate escalated, pupils dilated. You are blushing and for the final proof- you didn't move an inch since I touched you. I'm taking it as an agreement."

And with that he tilted his head and locked their lips. Watson was shocked, but after a moment he kissed back. They separated to breath after a while and he rested his forehead on the taller one's shoulder.

Still panting, Holmes chuckled deeply and said "I didn't think I'd ever say it, but I'm glad you have feelings for me as well. Holding them in was becoming unbearable."

Now Watson chuckled and wrapped his arms around him tightly "It's like you have guessed it, Holmes." The detective hugged him back. "It's like you have guessed it..."