True Love

2.

I sat in the seat and awaited Sherlock's arrival. He took a while, and every so often I caught myself looking at my watch. Five minutes had past. Then another five. And another five. Another hour went past, and just as I was giving up on him, I heard the door open downstairs.
"JOHN. I'M BACK!" he called while he climbed up the stairs. I remained silent. I knew his routine. He would open the door, shout to John, go upstairs then explain further while he took his jacket off.
"Lestrade had a great one. Whole thing was done by one of Moriar-"

Sherlock had paused and I knew that he was trying to figure me out.
"You're not John," he said quietly, his brain ticking away.
I stood up and looked in his direction watching his facial expressions change so much, it was hard to tell what he was feeling.
"Did you miss me?"

I spoke quietly, but opened my arms to see if he would greet his old, 'friend', with a hug. Sherlock came marching over to me, then pinned me against a very small strip of wall that wasn't covered in junk. I stopped for a moment to observe, his breathing was fast, and his pupils were dilated, both signs of attraction. He made eye contact with me for a moment, and I felt his breath slow down, matching the timing of mine. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted to give him a kiss so bad, but I felt like he had something else planned. A tear trickled down his face, and he looked away for a moment.

"You were died, you're dead."
His words were softly spoken, trembling slightly. He loosened his grip of me, then his head rested on my chest, and he began to cry, properly, not just a few tears. I placed one hand on his head, another on his back, and cuddled into him, feeling his warmth spread through my own cold body.

He raised his head and looked at me, then leaned in closer, eyes looking at mine, then looking at my lips. Before anything else could happen, Molly Hooper walks into the room, and Sherlock gets away from my quickly.
"Molly! What can I do for you?" Sherlock exclaimed. An angry tone had filled his voice, his left eyebrow raised.
"I uh. Um. Is that-?"
"No, it's not, he's dead. Now. Can you please leave me and my guest?" Sherlock was so mean to her, but I didn't mind it, I liked his mean side. Tells me he isn't on the side of the angels all the time.

Molly walked out of the room, although after she closed the door, it sounded as though she had burst into tears. Sherlock looked back at me, obviously upset that Molly had interrupted our reunion.

"What do you want? Why are you here?" he demanded, moving across the room back over to where I was standing.
"Sherlock, I came to see you. Ever since the, incident, three years ago, I have not stopped thinking about you. Every second of every day and night, it's all filled with thoughts of you. I'm in love, can you blame me?" I replied, a little surprised that he was now angry with me.

He let out a long sigh, then placed a hand on my cheek, his thumb softly rubbing my face. More tears started to trickle down his face. I placed my hand on his cheek and wiped the tears away. Sherlock looked up at me, and smiled. I smiled back at him, then he leaned in closer. Our lips met and everything inside me tingled. It was the best feeling ever, and it was definitely worth the three year wait....