Johnlock Fluff

Dancing In The Moonlight

John has been getting this strange feeling whenever he is around Sherlock. Everyday he tries to convince himself he is not gay, but as soon as he looks at Sherlock, he begins to rethink things. He begins to think about how he wants to play with Sherlock's curly hair. Hoe he wants to snuggle with his on cold winter nights. How he wants to call him his. But he knows that will never happen.

While all John is thinking about is Sherlock, all Sherlock is thinking about is John. How the area by his eyes crinkle when he smiles. How amazing his laugh is. How adorable he looks in his jumpers. But he, too thinks he doesn't like him back.

Around 11:30 at night, Sherlock and John were listening to music while sitting on the couch together. Soon, one of Sherlock's favorite songs came on and he figured this was his chance. His chance to make something happen.

"John, could I have this dance?"

This startled John, for he knew he had feelings for Sherlock, but he finally began to think that maybe Sherlock had feelings for him.

"I would love too."

The two began slowly dance, while gradually allowing their bodies to get closer and closer until John's head was resting on Sherlock's chest, and Sherlock's head was resting atop John's head.

"John?"

"Yes Sherlock?"

"I've been meaning to tell you something but I'm not good at this kind of thing, never have been, well, I've never really felt this way before. About anyone. Until you came along. You made me see the good in life. You brought a smile back to my face when I thought no one could. You make me happy. And I understand if you don't feel the same way, and if you don't, I hope we can continue being friends. But what I'm trying to say, John is that I like you, and I have for quite a while."

John looked up at Sherlock in awe. Sherlock searched John's eyes. For anything really. Emotion? A sign? Sherlock needed something.

"Joh-"

"Sherlock shut up"

A smirk grew on John's face, and Sherlock had a more confused look to his. John looked directly into Sherlock's eyes, admiration showing.

And with the moonlight shining in through the window, both stopped dancing, and looked at each other. Both slowly leaning in. And soon enough they captured each other's lips, fitting like a puzzle piece. Perfectly.