Goodbye sherlock

Chapter eight

The kiss only lasted a second, but Sherlocks eyes were wide and his face was bright red.

John was horrified. What had he done? What if John had somehow taken it the wrong way? John kept scooting back till he fell off the bed.

Utterly embarrassed, John jumped up and brushed imaginary dust off of his jumper and stared at the floor.

"So yeah... Nice to see you sherlock.... I'll start looking for a new flat, don't worry" he glanced up and gave him a quick forced smile before walking to the door.

John was surprised when he was suddenly spun around. Sherlock was staring at him, with an unreadable expression on his face. John steeled himself for the worst.

"I just got you back. Don't you DARE think that your escaping me that easy this time" Sherlock growled then pushed him against the wall and started kissing him.

John was unresponsive at first, he was frozen with shock at Sherlocks words. Sherlock. THE Sherlock actually wanted him. Then the kiss registered and John kissed him as if the world would end.

When John slid his tongue across Sherlocks perfect bottom lip, sherlock suddenly froze. Johns face flushed, he had gone to far.

But Sherlock tilted his chin up to look at him and started scanning his face. Then he sighed and slammed his head against the door. John jumped at his sudden out burst. When Sherlock started whispering "I'm so stupid" over and over again, John finally spoke up.

He tentatively hugged sherlock and felt relived when Sherlock wrapped his arms around him and held him tighter. "What's wrong sherlock?" He whispered. This moment was too special, he felt that a loud voice would break it.

"Like I said, I just got you back. I don't want to rush things. I want to memorize everything. What makes you shiver" Sherlock kissed his cheek "what makes you sigh" this time he kissed his eyelids "what makes you smile" he kissed his forehead "what makes you happy" Sherlock kissed him lightly on the lips "hopefully" Sherlock looked down at John "we have a long time ahead of us to figure it out." Sherlock took a deep breath and stood straighter "my dear John Watson, you would be my first, but would you, would you please, give me the honor of going on a date with me?"

Sherlock looked prepared for John to say no. John was amazed, for being a genius sherlock sure was dull sometimes.

John linked his hands though Sherlocks. He noticed how perfect they fit together. They were two pieces of broken glass. Alone they weren't quite as appealing, but together... They formed an excellent stained glass artwork.

john smiled as he saw sherlock studying their hands with the same intensity, possibly even more. Sherlock looked astonished at the sight of their hand locked together, he looked at them like they were the best thing since sliced bread.

John then raised their hands to his lips, pressing a kiss on each of Sherlocks hands before replaying " I would love to sherlock"

Sherlock lit up like a Christmas tree and spun John around which caused him to giggle.

Sherlocks smile grew even larger when he heard his laughter.

"Well I think it's time that we go home, don't you think?" John nodded, relived that he could still call Baker Street a home. Sherlock opened and held the door for John, which made him blush and made sherlock smirk.

As soon as sherlock strode next to him, John linked his fingers with Sherlocks which caused him to turn a brilliant shade of red. But Sherlock held on tight which made him smile.

Finally, things were turning for the better.