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HELLO my llamas!
I really hope you're enjoying so far!
I've dedicated this story to my friend Juniper_Moon because she's always been the one with the most interest and dedication to my stories, Johnlock especially, so I think she deserves to be rewarded!
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READ ON, MY WAYWARD SONS!
~Garnent
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John Watson. In love. With Sherlock Holmes.
The idea seemed impossible, ridiculous, unheard of. But it was true, and it always has been. Nobody has ever brought this side out of John, nor has he ever even thought he was gay.
But, apparently, he is.
Sherlock is the only one ever.
Always has been, always will be.
But wait-- How does he take it further? He already knows Sherlock is gay but...Does he even like him? John is so ordinary and bleak, next to his huge extraordinary figure.
For eyes like his to notice a guy like John? Nah. Can't happen.
Can it?
"I'm okay now, Sherlock. Thanks."
Sherlock let go, instantly stumbling and toppling over. He landed with a thud on the blue shag carpet, which was no protection against the hard floor.
"Ooh, sorry! Are you alright?"
"Yes, John, don't fuss. Just pass my crutches."
He helped Sherlock up and handed him the crutches. Sherlock steadied himself and looked gratefully at John, "Thanks."
"Anytime," John nodded.
'Anytime, anywhere, anything. It never matters. I'll always help you', John thought. Oh, how he wished he could say it.
"Something...Up, John? Not wrong, no, you seem more free things have gone right but not completely care to explain?"
"I...Can't Sherlock. You wouldn't understand anyway." John turned his head away.
"Oh, I think that I would John," Sherlock pushed his head back.
"Sherlock, really--"
"Let me help John. For once. Please."
"You...You can't..."
"Really? Because I think that I can."
"How could you know that?"
"Because I took your pulse."
Sherlock smirked at him, and John remembered Sherlock pushing his head back to face front, he'd pushed him by the upper neck.
"S-So?" John stuttered.
"It's elevated. Running faster than normal. Also anyone could see plain as day that your pupils are dilated. Those signs point to one common thing, John..."
"A-And th-that is...?"
Sherlock cupped John's face in one hand, holding himself up with the other, a faint but adorable smile creeping onto his face.
He leaned forward, antagonizingly slow, until he was a millimetre away, and whispered, "This."
He tilted his chin forward so slightly, letting their lips brush. Weirdly, this was the third time but felt like the first.
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