"John I-I love you..." Sherlock stood looking at himself in the mirror, in his bedroom, practising what he would say to John, when he came home.
For as long as Sherlock could remember, he has always loved John... And now, he though, was a perfect opportunity to admit his love to him... But how?
"John... For a while, I have loved you and- No, no, far to informal." Sherlock shook his head. "John... I-I need to have a word, about us... Damn it!"
He ran his hand through his black, curly hair, which bounced back into place, when he removed his hand.
"John- I..." The door opened, followed by the shuffling of some feet.
"Sherlock?" John called. "Are you in.. I'll put the kettle on, do you want a cup of tea?"
Sherlock rolled his shirts sleeves up, and flicked his hair about, until he was happy with it. He then left his bedroom, and walked into the kitchen, were he saw John, standing over one of the kitchen counters.
Sherlock's heart began to beat faster. Butterfly's filled his stomach.
"John..." John turned to face Sherlock, with a grin.
"Hey, I made you a cuppa, it's on the table, over there..." He pointed at the coffee table, in font of both his and Sherlocks chair.
Sherlock began to walk closer to John, who had turned back to facing the counters.
Sherlock stopped walking towards John, when he reach about a foot away from him. Sherlock reached out his arm, and tapped John on the shoulder.
John turned round, and jumped three foot in the air, from the shock of the distance Sherlock now stood.
"Gosh, sorry... Didn't know you were there... Are you alright?" John folded his arms over his chest.
"John I-"
John raised an eyebrow. "Sherlock... What's wrong?"
Sherlock took a deep breathe in, trying to control his butterfly's, which pounded in his stomach.
"Words cannot explain my feelings, right now, for you, Dr John Hamish Watson." Sherlock leant in. His lips landed against Johns. Sherlock was thinking of pulling away, but he felt John slid his tongue across Sherlock's bottom lip.
'He was kissing back?' Sherlock replayed that question in his head.
Sherlocks hand found its way around John, pulling him closer to his body. John slowly wrapped his arms around Sherlocks neck.
Sherlock pulled away, as rested his forehead on Johns.
"I love you, John."
John pulled Sherlock in, causing their lips to collide, again. Johns hand slowly untucked Sherlocks shirt, from his trousers, and made its way up his shirt, exploring his chest.
Sherlock ran one of his hands through his bloggers shaggy, blonde hair. John then pulled Sherlock closer to him. Sherlocks heart skipped a beat. Johns stomach filled with butterfly's.
"I love you too... Sherlock Holmes."
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Here's a small Johnlock story... There are many more to come, some smutty, others very fluffy. So, stay tuned.
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-Laura
