Falling For You

Nervous

Sherlock sat nervously at their table waiting for John to come back from the loo.  He'd never been on one of these date things before, so he had no idea what to expect.  They were sitting at a small table for two at a nice restaurant, but Sherlock would have been much happier snuggled up against his love on the couch of 221B Baker Street, to be honest.  Not that he minded the place or anything.  John liked it and John wanted a proper date, so Sherlock had everything arranged down to the small vase of roses and box of chocolates waiting for John at home.  Sherlock only hoped that he was doing everything correctly.

"I'm back," John announced as he slid back into his seat, disrupting Sherlock's thoughts.  Sherlock smiled lightly, trying to push any thoughts of doubt out of his head.  He shouldn't have been thinking so much.  Normal people didn't think and all Sherlock wanted was to be a normal boyfriend for John.

"Missed you," Sherlock said, trying to sound loving.  It didn't really suit him, and John didn't like it either.

"I was only gone for three minutes," John countered with a chuckle.

"Sorry," Sherlock apologized, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.  "Nervous, I suppose."

"Why?" John inquired.

"I don't know.  You're just so... and I'm not.  Just trying to make everything perfect," Sherlock sighed.

John looked into Sherlock's stormy eyes and smiled, reaching out for his hand from across the table. Sherlock took it and smiled back at John who said perhaps one of the most wonderful things that anyway had ever said to Sherlock.

"You just being here is perfect," John explained.

Sherlock blushed again, this time because John was being too freaking cute for Sherlock to even try and comprehend.  There was nothing perfect about Sherlock, or so Sherlock thought.  John, however, started going through a list in his head of all of the things that made his love so amazing.  His hair, his cheekbones, his eyes, his personality, his skill set.  The list went on.

"John, I find it truly remarkable how you believe that I am perfect when, in fact, you are the perfect one," Sherlock replied, unsure if it had been soft enough and loving enough.

"Sherlock, that is the sweetest thing I think you've ever said," John laughed.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.  "Really?  It wasn't too... I don't know.  Inhuman?"

John smiled at this and shook his head, wishing that he could be closer to Sherlock so he could kiss him softly, even just once.  And yes, he was willing to do it in front of all of these people.

"Well, you were quite monotone, but still."

Sherlock beamed.  "I love you, John Hamish Watson," Sherlock said.

"I love  you too, William Scott-"

But then Sherlock had practically leapt across the table into John's arms and kissed him.  And John couldn't have been happier that all of the people in the restaurant were staring because he wanted them to know that he was helplessly in love with the most incredible man on the planet.  He wanted them to know that he was devoted to Sherlock and that even if he died for real one day, John Watson would never stop loving him.