Skinny Love (Johnlock)

Better Expressing Emotions

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Skinny Love

Better Expressing Emotions

John had had a very tiring day at work. All he wanted to do was to drink a cup of tea and sleep. (What I do when feeling stressed. :D) But it seemed Sherlock had other plans.

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Sherlock heard John turn the key to their flat. "Oh no!" he scrambled to get ready. He raced into his room and ripped the sheet off the bed while taking off his shirt. He dug in his closet while struggling with his belt. He ran back into the living room and wrapped the sheet around his naked body. He could hear John coming up the stairs and jammed the hat onto his head right as he opened the door.

John was stunned. Sherlock was laying on the couch, dressed only in a sheet. "It's funny," he thought, "That was the case that started me thinking about my feelings for him." But the thing that was most startling was the fact that Sherlock was wearing a hat. Not just any hat. The hat. The 'Sherlock Holmes' hat. The deerstalker hat. The Death Frisbee. The hat that Sherlock hated.

"Why hello, John." John burst into hysterics. He laughed so hard that tears started streaming down his face and his side hurt. He held onto the side of the couch for balance. "John." Sherlock put his hand overtop of his. Sherlock tried to muffle his laughter as well. John's bellows softened into giggles and he hiccuped once, then stopped. John wiped the tears off his face.

"Yeah, Sherlock?" he was still smiling.

"I have some news for you." Sherlock was deadly serious, which made it all the more funnier. "You solved the case. Lestrade found the man at a hospital in America early this morning." John looked up from their interlaced hands into Sherlock's eyes. His dazzling, beautiful, blue-green-grey eyes. John's stomach flopped. "You're so amazing, John." Sherlock stood up from the couch still in his sheet. His wrapped his hands around John waist and kissed him. John's tongue ran along Sherlock's lower lip asking for entry. Sherlock' lips parted allowing John to map out his mouth with his tongue. John's hands wandered under Sherlock's sheet, stroking the plains and valleys of his chest. Sherlock wanted him so badly. Sherlock's hands left John's waist and travelled south. John gasped slightly and pulled away. "What's wrong?" he purred, pulling John back to him. John paused, and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Do you love me, Sherlock?" Sherlock loosened his grip on John's hips.

"I-" he stumbled. That was the first time John had ever heard Sherlock stutter. He sat down, and Sherlock sat beside him, with the sheet draped haphazardly over his broad shoulders. Sherlock ran a hand over his face.

"The fact that you pause does not fill me with confidence." John said, a little hurt.

"John, you are the only person I really enjoy being with. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me. I know I can be a prick, and a real dickhead sometimes, but you put up with it and clean up after me and thats how I know you love me. The way I express it is different. Me and emotions don't mix well. I want to be yours and yours alone wholeheartedly. Just the thought of leaving again makes me wish I was the one who pulled the trigger. I can't be without you John. I need you so badly." Sherlock's speech made John's eyes water, but he wiped away the tears before they could fall.

"I want a relationship, Sherlock, but I feel as though you just want to snog all the time." Sherlock was distraught, John could see it in his eyes, even though he tried to hide it. Sherlock couldn't bear to leave John ever again. Sherlock knew he should say something, but his thoughts were so jumbled and mismatched that he couldn't fathom forming sentences. He stared at John, trying to express his thoughts through his body language, but John got up and went to make the tea he wanted. Sherlock retreated to his room.