The soft glow of a lamp cast a warm ambiance in 221B Baker Street, the flickering light dancing across the walls. Outside, the city was shrouded in the hush of a midnight rain, each droplet contributing to the melodic rhythm of solitude. Inside, the air hung heavy with unspoken words, a tension that lingered between John Watson and Sherlock Holmes.
The room was enveloped in a quietude that seemed to echo the melancholy tunes of a Cigarettes After Sex song, a perfect backdrop to the emotions swirling in the atmosphere. Sherlock, usually composed and analytical, paced the room with a restlessness that belied the storm within.
John observed Sherlock's movements, the furrow in his brow, the subtle tenseness in his shoulders. There was a quiet plea for connection, a yearning that needed acknowledgment.
As Sherlock moved past the bookshelf, he paused, glancing at John with a gaze that carried the weight of unspoken truths. The vinyl record player crackled to life, a haunting melody filling the room. The first notes seemed to synchronize with the quiet yearning shared between them.
Without a word, Sherlock approached John, his movements slow and deliberate. He extended a hand, a silent invitation. John, understanding the language of their unspoken connection, rose from his chair.
The dance began, an intimate exchange of movements that transcended the physical. Sherlock led, his hand firmly holding John's, guiding them through the room as if navigating the intricacies of their uncharted emotions.
The lyrics of a Cigarettes After Sex-like song played in the background, echoing sentiments of love and longing. Each step seemed to carve a narrative in the air, a story of two souls seeking solace in the quiet moments between the notes.
As the rain outside intensified, the dance between Sherlock and John evolved. The atmosphere became charged with a magnetic energy, pulling them closer. Sherlock's gaze, intense and vulnerable, met John's, a silent acknowledgment of the emotions that lingered beneath the surface.
In the dimly lit room, Sherlock halted the dance, his fingers delicately framing John's face. The song reached its crescendo, the room pulsating with the shared heartbeat of two individuals on the precipice of something profound.
Sherlock's lips met John's in a kiss that spoke of the unsaid, a union of souls that resonated with the echoes of silence. Time seemed to stand still as they explored the uncharted territories of emotions that had long been concealed.
As the song faded into the background, Sherlock and John remained in the embrace of the quiet room, their connection solidified in the shared understanding that some emotions were best expressed in the language of music and the dance of silent echoes.
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Johnlock Oneshots
RomantikThese 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...
