Finally

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JOHN'S P.O.V

Warmth creeped up my neck as Sherlock placed a hand on my neck. A thousand bolts of electricity shot through me making so many thoughts in my head. He was leaning in, his head tilting. His perfect Cupid bow lips parted. My heart wasn't pumping, my mind froze, automatically controlling me to lean in too. We were inches apart. My eyes closed. It was the perfect moment. Until,

"HELLO BOYS!!! How was your time at the hospital Sherlock? I haven't seen you in weeks!"

Mrs. Hudson bolted out of her flat door carrying a tray of tea and biscuits. I immediately backed up my face as red as an apple. Sherlock released his hand,

"Oh, it... It was fine."

She led us upstairs and I sat down in my armchair across from Sherlock.

"Shoot, I've ran out of sugar. I'll be back soon!"

"Yes Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock replied.

We sat there, Sherlock looking at the ground.

"So what do you want to do?"

"John..."

"Yes?"

"About earlier... If I had bothered you in any-"

"No Sherlock. It's ok." We both smiled.

"John, I think I know what I want to do now."

"And what's that?"

Sherlock broke his gaze from the floor and slowly looked up. He rose from his sitting position and walked slowly over to me. He reached an arm out and his fingertips touched the tip of my chin. I slowly elevated from my chair and he slid his hand from my chin to the back of my neck. My arms on his waist. His head tilted in and his icy ocean blue eyes closed slowly and the gap between us closed.

His lips brushed mine softly and my eyes closed as well. He passionately crashed his lips against mine in sync, making my tongue slip in. It explored, every inch of his mouth. He pulled away. I had forgotten we need to breathe.

"That was..."

"Amazing." Sherlock interrupted and smiled, still catching his breath.

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