Eastern Winds (JohnLock)

Chapter 10 - The Kiss

John's P.O.V;

God John, pull yourself together. My thumbs continued to caress Sherlock's cheek as I continued to sniff and snuffle trying to stop the tears. This was a new side to Sherlock that I'd never seen before. It was as though he could actually feel... I am sure of my feelings for Sherlock, I wanted nothing more than to spend every waking minute with him and for the time I was sleeping, it would have to be next to him. There was no one else anymore, I no longer looked at women, I could only see the chocolate curls that fell loosely framing the pale face with the prominant cheekbones. I ran my eyes over his face and followed the defined line of his jaw when they finally rested on his lips which formed a perfects cupid bow shape...

I could feel Sherlock's stare. I looked up and our eyes met and I drank him in. His eyes were the most green I had ever seen them, they often changed colour, but this was the most beautiful yet...

I leaned into him, his eyes drawing me in.

I abrubtly stopped myself, this is Sherlock Holmes, the sociopath, high functinoing but still a sociopath. How could he possibly love me? I always assumed he would be straight after all with The Woman he knew where to look and he often borrowed my laptop... I saw the dissapointment flash across the detectives eyes, he wanted this too.

I closed the distance between us pressing my lips against his with such force he fell backwards to lie on the bed. My hands worked their way into his hair whilst his placed his hands on my hips and then I felt him smile and I deepened the kiss earning a small groan from the detective. My detective. His arm snaked around my waist as he pulled my body flush against his. We eventually came up for air, the pair of us continued to lie on the bed for quite some time, simply holding eachother, legs intertwined.

It was me who broke the silence. "Sherlock, what now?"

"Breakfast"

"What?"

"You heard me, breakfast, I'm taking you to breakfast before we head to Scotland Yard, after all John the work simply cannot wait any longer." I sighed, typical bloody Sherlock, we've just been making out for the first time and cuddled. Two hetrosexual men have have just proved to eachother they're anything but! Our friendship had truly ended.

However, something much more exciting has just begun.