Sherlock Imagines {COMPLETED}

Johnlock: Not as think as you drunk i am

A/N brace yourselves guys, this is my first johnlock thing ever so forgive me if it isn't very good.

John's POV

I had been restless all day, waiting for Sherlock to finish deducting his most recent case. Unfortunately it was a difficult one and therefore I had been pushed to the back of his thoughts. Sherlock sat in his armchair muttering quietly to himself.

I stood to make myself a cup of tea and turned to ask Sherlock what he wanted. He must have sensed that I was going to ask him a question and sighed.
"Stop thinking, it's annoying." I shot him a glare and stormed into the kitchen to make my beverage.

The truth was that I had feelings for Sherlock. It made me angry that he wouldn't notice it. I took down my favourite mug and boiled the kettle. I was just in the middle of it when I heard Sherlock call from the living room.
"Black, two sugars please." My hands began to tremble in frustration. I stomped into the room, throwing the coffee powder at him.
"Make it yourself." I hissed and then stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door.
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Sherlock's POV
I watched as John left the room. Interesting. Something felt strange inside of me, as though I was guilty. Would that count as feeling emotions? I tried to ignore it, and instead focused on the case at hand but my thoughts kept drifting back to John in his bedroom.

After 15 minutes of fruitless work I gave up and walked into the kitchen, searching for two whiskey glasses. I found them and then hunted down a few bottles of wine I knew John kept next to the fridge. I poured both of us a drink, put the glasses on a tray and walked back out into the living room.

Nearly tripping, I carried both beverages across the floor to the bedroom and knocked lightly on the door. There was a pause before I heard John say a small,
"Come in." I staggered in and set the tray down on his bedside table. John looked up at me in a confused way and I felt another wave of something rush through me.

"I thought we could both do with a drink, I know you like them." John gave me a weak smile and reached for a glass. I handed it to him and then took one for myself.
"3, 2, 1- drink." John said quietly and we both lifted the drink to our mouths. The liquid tasted quite bitter and made my head feel heavy and light at the same time. John looked like he was being affected by it too.

Three sips later and we were both rolling around the floor giggling like school girls. John muttered something incoherent which sent me laughing again. By this time we were pretty drunk. Some part of my sober brain was telling me that I would regret this in the morning. The drunk part on the other hand didn't care and continued to laugh like a manic.

"Sherrrlyloocks?" John drawled, his words slurred. "Why don't you love me?" My mind was jumbled and I found myself replying to his odd statement.
"I doooo, Jaaaawwwn, I just didn't know how to tell you." John came really close to me then.
"You know that I would never say no." He then promptly threw up on the floor. I patted his back in a clumsy way, my limbs also affected by the alcohol and gave him a grin.
"I'm not as think as you drunk I am." He took a while to process what I had said but soon figured it out.
"You're wixing your mords Sherlylocks." We both erupted again.

I awoke later then I usually would the next day. My head pounded against my skull, as if it was drilling a hole. John asleep next to me, sending warning bells to my already throbbing brain. He stirred and then looked up at me, his blue eyes misted over with sleep and confusion. I watched as his eyes slowly traveled down the bed and then around the room. They came to rest on the empty whisky glasses.

"What happened?" I shrugged as I myself was a little unsure on the details.
"I think we confessed our love for each other." John's face turned beetroot as he stared awkwardly at the vomit covered carpet.
"Oh." I glanced back at him curiously, wondering what else had happened.
"Drunk words are sober thoughts." I said, my voice barely a whisper. John's head jerked up and he stared at me.
"What?" I rolled my eyes at his naivety and grabbed his chin. Without warning I connected our lips in a sharp but sweet kiss. His eyes went wide with surprise but soon softened as he kissed me back.

After a few minutes a pulled away and smirked at him, raising my eyebrow.
"So-" I began, "-were did we leave off last night?"

A/N yaaaaas! I completed my first Johnlock thingy. Wahoo. This one is pretty long (to me anyways) so I hope you enjoyed it. Bai for now- L