The detective's eyes stared into mine - the passion in his look was too much for me to handle. I felt a small bubble of confidence in my stomach before the butterflies.
"Sherlock, we did this at Bart's, remember? The shoes? You know I'm shit at deductions!"
"You're sexy when you swear..."
That tipped me over the edge. I couldn't keep my hands off of him for any longer. It'd been six years, for fuck's sake!
I stood from my armchair and gripped his ribs with my hands - he was wearing his purple shirt with three buttons undone at the top, and how I loved it when he wore it like that...
I moved slowly towards the stairs, confident in making it to my bedroom.
"How about we do some deductions? For you, to make you happy, yes? And for me, we do those deductions silently. We do no talking."
I knew I sounded too aggressive, I wanted to apologize. But right now, I had no regrets. He caught on.
"Ah, I see."
He pushed me to the wall and smirked, now grabbing my pelvis and sealing the gap.
"We do all of the deductions with our lips, yes?"
"That's exactly right, Sherlock Holmes."
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deduce me.
Fanfiction"In many ways, love is a drug, an anti-depressant." John feels that the time is right to confront his feelings for his friend of six years to him - of course the great detective has already figured this out for himself, but doesn't know how to deal...
