The rain fell softly against the windows of 221B Baker Street, creating a gentle symphony that echoed the silent tension within the room. The dim light cast long shadows on the walls, and the only sound was the steady ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece.
Sherlock Holmes sat in his usual chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin as he observed John Watson. The doctor was lost in thought, staring into the distance as the raindrops traced their path down the glass.
Outside, the city whispered secrets, but inside, the room held a quiet longing.
The faint hum of a violin resonated through the air, played by Sherlock without a conscious thought. The melancholic melody danced with the rain, creating an atmosphere of bittersweet nostalgia. John's gaze lingered on the detective, an unspoken connection weaving between them.
In the soft glow, Sherlock's eyes met John's, and a world of words unspoken passed between them. They had danced around it for years, the unsaid, the feelings buried beneath layers of deductions and cases.
Sherlock rose from his chair, the violin bow hanging loosely in his hand. He moved towards John, the distance closing like a gap in the universe. The room seemed to hold its breath as Sherlock reached out, his fingers brushing against John's.
Without words, they shared a language only they understood. The warmth of Sherlock's touch sent shivers down John's spine, and in that moment, the barriers crumbled.
The rain outside intensified, drumming against the window pane. It mirrored the pounding of their hearts, the unspoken truth that hovered in the air.
Sherlock's lips met John's in a slow, deliberate kiss. Time stood still as they explored the depths of emotions they had concealed for far too long. The taste of rain lingered on their lips, a promise of something new.
As the song of the rain and the unspoken words intertwined, they found solace in each other's arms. In that quiet room, amidst whispers of love and longing, Sherlock and John began to rewrite the narrative they had so carefully crafted.
The rain outside gradually subsided, leaving in its wake a world forever changed. In the hushed aftermath, they held each other close, knowing that the echoes of their shared melody would linger in the shadows of 221B Baker Street.
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Johnlock Oneshots
RomanceThese Oneshots are about John and Sherlock - BBC Sherlock. Some of them are very short and others are a bit long. Most of them has the same vibe as a CAS song, so i would definitely recommend listening to CAS while reading. Don't judge, English isn...
