The Game Is On (Johnlock)

Trust Me

This one is going to be cute and fluffy, I hope. And the first sentence is going to be what the prompt above is.  I'm trying to get these uploaded as the weeks progress, but exams are literally at the end of this week and I have to study. (Probably won't though, I procrastinate a lot.) Vote, comment, follow if you like it. I hope you liked the last one. Onto the story!

As per usual, inspired by Pinterest. Also, may be extremely short. Sorry! 

and_here_you_are xoxo

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He looked at me. His hair was still a mess and in the bright morning light, he looked more handsome and more human than I'd ever seen him. "I guess I'm asking you to trust me," he said. I sighed. Dark hair fell over his eyes and made him seem even more vulnerable than he'd ever been in my presence. His hands kept gripping the hem of the white tee shirt he was wearing and I reached out to grab them. 

"I do trust you," I murmured, rubbing my thumb over his knuckles. "I always have, Sherlock. I think the problem is that you don't trust me." His lips fell open in a small, inaudible gasp. Sherlock's hands were trembling and didn't stop even when I brought them to my lips. I could hear him suck in a sharp breath. Smiling, I wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted mine around his neck to give him a tight hug. 

He relaxed into the hug almost immediately and I began trailing my hands up and down his back. It took about a minute or so before I realized that Sherlock was talking into my chest. "I trust you. I love you, I have for a really long time, but I didn't know how to tell you. Oh God, you're going to think I'm a freak like Sally does. Please don't think I'm a freak. I really, really like you. I'm sorry for being such an arrogant arse all the time. I wanted to impress you." I smiled at that. 

"Sherlock," I whispered softly in his ear. He didn't hear me or wasn't paying attention. "Hey, Sherlock. Please look at me." He slowly lifted his sky-blue eyes to meet mine. They were red and puffy from crying into my chest, but they had flecks of gold that sparked in the sunlight. "W-what, John?" His voice was thick with tears, but still alluring. "You're not a freak. And I like it best when you're an arrogant arse, it means you're being yourself." I cleared my throat. "Can I tell you a secret?" His eyes were still on mine as he nodded carefully. 

A grin lit up my face as I spoke my next words. "I love you, too." Sherlock took a deep, shuddering breath before letting out a croaky laugh. It made me happy to hear him laughing, but also slightly nervous because of the words he seemed to be laughing at. "A-about time, John. I was waiting forever to hear you say that," he joked. Then he uncurled himself from against my chest and gently pressed his lips to mine. "Do you really mean it?" I nodded. 

"Of course I mean it. Those aren't words you just throw about carelessly. I'll always mean them." I had only just spoken the words before Sherlock tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled me closer. His lips were cool and smooth. "I love you, Sherlock. Do you trust me?" I was tentative about my question. Sherlock pulled back slightly before answering. "I trust you." 

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Word Count: 650

Hey, I'm sorry for this being so short, but I wanted to upload before my exams start tomorrow and short and sweet seemed the way to go! I really hope you like it. This one isn't angsty like they usually are, so I hope the change is good.

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