the sherlock oneshot

you're in love with me

He leaned forwards and took John's wrist. Then he pulled away.
'I am correct.' Sherlock said, looking emotionless as always.
'With what?' John asked, confused.
Sherlock paused before saying ,'You, John Watson , have fallen in love with me.'
John's face turned red. 'What?'
'It's obvious. Elevated heartbeat, dilated pupils, blushing, you try to talk to me more than normal, and by the looks of it you've been in love for a while.'
John scoffed. 'I am not in love with yo-' He thought about this. He thought for a few minutes.
'Oh, holy shit. I'm not gay, though. I can't be.'
Sherlock got up and opened the cupboard, seemingly unfazed.
'Bisexuality exists. So does pansexuality. So does-'
'Alright, alright, I get the picture.'
Sherlock walked back over and stared at John.
'Do you feel-' John began.
'Yes. Strangely I do.' Sherlock said, as he reached for John's face and kissed him.
It was like a hurricane. Ripping through his thoughts until all he thought of was the softness of Sherlock's lips on his. John smiled as he pulled back, brain alight with all the thoughts he was thinking.
Sherlock sighed, his face was slightly red. 'I did not understand love. Not until I met you. It's strange really. How I care about you more than myself. Thank you for being you, John. You're wonderful.'
John smiled.
Mrs Hudson walked in, holding a tray of plates. 'Why are you two so smiley? Wait, I know. Did you two finally confess your love?'
John felt his face heating.
'Good job, Sherlock.' Mrs Hudson said. 'I know you've been waiting for months.'
Sherlock hid his face with his cup of tea.
'Wait. Months?' John asked, surprised.
'Yes. I needed to make sure you felt the same way.'
John almost laughed. It was too good to be true. It all was. In that second he felt happy. A pure feeling of light and content. He knew it would last for a while.
As long as Sherlock did, of course.