johnlock fluff - 2

Undercover? ((Part 3))

Sherlock couldn't understand John. His body language always expressed the signs of attraction whenever they were around each other, but he was persistent in saying he wasn't gay.

It was just
confusing.

However, unlike the nervous doctor, Sherlock knew how he felt. He knew that he loved his friend. All he needed to do now was figure out if John felt the same way.

***

John's heart was beating faster than he thought possible. At some point in the song, Sherlock's hand had made its way to his waist, and all he could comprehend was the feeling of being close to him.

His suit smelled like cheap cologne, but it was

i n t o x i c a t i n g,

and his hair was a mess, but it was

b e a u t i f u l.

And his mind just wanted to close the distance between them and

k i s s h i m.

Without thinking, John stepped closer and placed his forehead on Sherlock's shoulder.

***

Sherlock blinked in surprise.

what...

      was he...

                   did he feel...

                                      oh.

He was. Without any doubt, Sherlock knew. It was so obvious! If he'd noticed sooner...

           things would've been so different.

Sherlock smiled down at John and pulled him closer. He felt his friend tense up and immediately felt terror seize his hopeful heart.

But almost as quickly, John relaxed. Sherlock could feel his heartbeat, and it was ecstatic. Sherlock blushed a bit, aware that he was the cause of the sped up pulse. It was strangely satisfying, knowing that he could make such an amazing man have these

f e e l i n g s

and how he was actually experiencing

e m o t i o n s

for the first time in decades.

***

John wasn't sure if he was overstepping his bounds. He wasn't sure if Sherlock felt the same way. God, he's wasn't even sure if his feelings were real.

Since the very first dance, John hadn't looked up. If he did

those eyes

would make him do something he'd regret someday.

John wasn't sure how long they'd been dancing, but he didn't really care. Why were they even dancing, anyway? Oh, right. The case.

The doctor's head shot up from Sherlock's shoulder, panicked.

"Sherlock!" he whispered. "The case! Wha- what are we doing, just standing around while there's a murderer here?!" John couldn't believe this was happening. His... feelings... had gotten in the way of a case, and now the killer was probably gone!

John stared at Sherlock, waiting for him to react and yell or get mad or hate him for ruining the whole case. But he just

stood
there
staring
at
him
with
that
annoyingly
blank
expression

like he didn't even know what was going on. Suddenly his eyes lit up in understanding. But instead of getting mad, Sherlock looked almost
          
                                            g u   i l   t y

"Oh. Yes," Sherlock coughed. "The case. Um. Yes. That thing."

John lowered his eyebrows, confused. "What do you mean 'that thing'? Murders aren't things, Sherlock! It's a person! Loosing their life! What would you do if I was murdered, huh? Just dance around my death and 'play the game'? Is that all we are to you? Game pieces?"

John's face felt warm, and he didn't really know what he was so upset about. It wasn't Sherlock's fault that he was a sociopath. He didn't have feelings. And...

he didn't
l o v e
people

Not normal people, at least.

Not people like John.

Sherlock looked like he was still trying to comprehend everything John had said, and that made him even angrier. He was about to open his mouth again when the detective interrupted him.

"So," he paused. "So you think I don't have feelings for the victims in murders? Or... or I don't have feelings for you? Because... that's not true, John. I... really... like your company."

John's breath caught. What was he trying to say...?

"And?" John choked. His voice had suddenly gotten really dry, and he felt his cheeks going warm. He took a step closer to his friend, their eyes finally meeting.

"John, I..." Sherlock's lips turned up in a small smile. "I love you."