Falling For You

Love

Sherlock woke with a start some time later.  He was unsure of what had happened and he woke up in the hospital room wondering how he had gotten there.  The last thing he remembered was kissing Irene.  Well, Irene kissing him.  Sherlock grew pale at the thought and noticed John sleeping soundly in his usual chair.  He didn't want to wake him up, but John stirred and Sherlock knew that he had probably made too much noise already.  

John's eyes fluttered open and he looked at Sherlock, totally baffled.  "You're up?" he asked as if Sherlock wasn't meant to be.

Sherlock nodded.  He felt weak but very bored of being in hospital.  "What happened?" he wondered.

John shrugged.  "You mean after you made out with Irene Adler?"

Sherlock blushed embarrassingly.  He wasn't proud of it at all.   He wished he could take it back, but all he could manage was a slight nod.  "Yes," he said.  

John sighed uncomfortably.  "Somehow you got drugged.  Hallucinogenic.  No idea how it got into your system."

Sherlock laughed, finding this case easily solvable.  It all made sense!  "She's brilliant!" Sherlock proclaimed happily.

John Watson looked at him suspiciously.  "Who?"

"The Woman!  Don't you see?  That's why she came.  To drug me.  Oh, she's clever.  Very clever indeed," Sherlock explained.

John looked at his love with confusion.  "Wha-"

"John, when do I get out of here?" Sherlock demanded to know.  Sherlock had been so tender and gentle with his love, but John was seeing the old Sherlock return.  Maybe their love had been short lived or maybe the Woman's return had reminded Sherlock of how he felt for her.  

"Soon, I think.  They said soon," he replied sheepishly.

Sherlock grinned an enormous smile that made John's heart flutter a bit.  John tried to calm his pounding heart, but he was so madly in love with Sherlock.  In fact, he felt as though he needed to prove his love to him right that minute.  John got up from his seat and planted a surprise kiss on Sherlock's pale lips and Sherlock kissed him back.

"Soon, my love," John whispered.

"Love," Sherlock said as they pulled away from each other.  

John hovered over him.  "Sorry," he said self-consciously.  John wasn't sure what he was allowed to call Sherlock.  He had so many cute pet names stored up in his mind, but he wasn't sure which ones would offend or confuse Sherlock, so he didn't call him any of them.  

"No, I quite like it," Sherlock winked.

John went weak in his knees whenever Sherlock winked.  It was so innocently sexy, just like the rest of him.  John smiled to himself as he trudged back over to his seat.  He sighed thinking about Sherlock and how in love with him he was.