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Johns POV

Sherlock had fallen asleep on the couch next to me. We were watching TV and he passed out. How long had it been since he slept? He had somehow wound up with his head in my lap. I was playing with his curls at the moment. My hand moved to caress his cheek. I sighed. I loved him. I wish he loved me. I hadn't noticed when my finger moved to trace his lips. His eyes fluttered open and he stared into my eyes. My breath caught in my throat. He kept staring at me. I moved my hand away from his face. He sat up. I blushed and looked away. I knew he was going to interrogate me. I closed my eyes. When I opened them I was staring right into Sherlock's multicoloured eyes. I gasped. He smiled at me before kissing me. It was paradise. When we stopped I was on top of him. His face was flushed and his lips were swollen. "I love you," I whispered.

Tears filled his eyes. "I love you too," he said.

Finally, my dream had come true.

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