Forget

Chapter 10

Sherlock's Pov -
I look down at John's handsom face. It has been too long. His golden hair complements his beautiful sparkling blue eyes and his now pale skin. Pale skin this brings a depressing thought to my head. John has been depressed, and has deprived himself of the love of those that sincerily care for him.         

I wish I had thought a better plan so you that I coming l could've stayed with John, maybe then he would still have his sun kissed skin. I want to give a deduction of him but I am afriad of what I might see. I want to-

John's POV -

I stare up at sherlock, gods, have I missed this man. His pale skin pronounces his multi coloured eyes, his brown almost black curls having grown longer frames his beautiful face. I want nothing more than capture a picture of having him back home.

I feel tears form in my eyes threatening to fall. This awful, amazing prat is finally home.

I want to slap him for deceiving me and causing so much grief for his loved ones. Finally remembering why I was chasing Sherlock; I slap him as hard as I dared. He frozed a startled expression on his face.
"What was that for?"
I look at him in annoyance and answered "I don't know, what do you think it was for?"

He looks at me with a sheepish expression "oh, I had thought you would have forgotten by now, with the distraction I gave you" he answers truthfully. My face flushes in anger at his answer,
"You git! Do you understand how you made me- us feel?! Sherlock you were dead for two years! Two years! Nothing has been the same since you died. Every day I had to wake up knowing that you wouldn't be demanding me to buy milk, to get you a case, or even to stop thinking. I didn't want to wake up Sherlock...I...i wanted to go to where ever you where and I was so close the first year if Greg, Mycroft, and the rest of the lot hadn't set up an intervention. I felt so guilty knowing that I hadn't or couldn't save you and for not knowing even as your best friend that there was something wrong. I had nightmares with you dying and in each one I could never rescue you. Sometimes I was so guilt ridden that I wish I had never met you, which guess what? only added to my guilt, sherlock-" by now the tears were flowing freely from my eyes but I didnt care because sherlock was kissing me.

Sherlock bloody Holmes was kissing me. I stop thinking to focus on the sensation. His lips were cool against mine,and a little chap, like mine. His eyes were closed and his eyelashed shadowed on his sharp cheekbones.

Caught by suprise I couldn't help but moan when I felt his tongue traced my bottom lip seeking entrance which I gladly give. His tongue meets mine and the fight for dominace began only to end a second later when his tongue brushes the roof of my mouth. A loud moan escaped me making me blush to the tips of my ears.

Knowing sherlock he probally knew how to kiss for a long time without breathing, but sadly, I did not. I pull back to take some much needed air only to be pull into the lap of a very enthusiastic sherlock who peppered my face with light kisses. He began to speak as his mouth flutters around my face.

"John Watson I cannot begin to vocalize the depth of my sorrow of making you feel that way. My reason will not be enough to lighten the sutuation butbknow this, for as long as I live I will try to show you how deeply sorry I am." I had been staring at him as he gave his speech. The tears came again.

I buried my face in his chest and fisted my left finger to his shirt with and replied softly "prat.... missed yoy so much"
"I missed you too."
"Shut up you git.. oh my gods how are we,nope, you going to tell everyone" I ask "I've already sent out a text, now I hust want to return to kissing my favorite blogger" he answers
"I'm your only blogger" I say blushing at his earlier words "I find kissing to be not as boring as I had previously thought" " shut up you git."

With that said I pull him into another kiss.
♥♥♥♥Mystrade Time♥♥♥♥

Gregs POV -

Mycroft and I take our seat in a beautiful restaurant. We fall into a light conversation when I hear a text allert from my phone. I am stunned to silence when I see who the text is from and what it reads.

I look up at Mycroft who is observing the resturant. "Myc, you have three options; either you explain what this text means, arrested the imposter who sent this, or you can do both, if I do not like your explaination" and I hold up the text for him to read growing angrier as he became more pale.

"So I really do not have any options, do I?" He asked
"Yeah, basically."

Sherlock 5:34
Not dead. Have a pleasent time on your date, and no cakes. -SH
THE END
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