Drowning

Sherlock

This happens after John has stormed out.

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Sherlock sighed as he heard the door slam violently. He didn't understand. Clearly John was upset, but why, it was obvious John was attracted to him, Sherlock had conducted several very thorough experiments, he had accounted for every variable, and had read up on all the chemicals the brain released, their effects and symptoms. How had it gone so wrong?  What had he missed?

Sherlock began to pace around the sitting room, going over every small detail of his and John's relationship.

The more he thought the more upset he became about his blogger. About six months ago Sherlock had began to catch himself thinking about John more often and in less innocent ways, how his rough hand would feel on sherlock's skin, how his beautiful lips would taste on his, what he would do with his tongue, how he would feel stretched around Sherlock, but he couldn't think about that now.

Sherlock stopped his pacing in the kitchen. He needed more information to understand Johns actions, he needed to talk to him, to understand him and why he had pushed Sherlock away.

Sherlock carelessly slung his blazer over the back of the kitchen chair before walking slowly to his well worn leather chair in the living room.

He rested his elbows on the arms of his chair and steepled his fingers together under his chin. Sherlock took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, he needed to think about what he was going to say to John.

"oh god, I've just kissed my best friend. I have screwed this up, badly." He muttered under his breath, closing his eyes as he tried to clear his head and think.

Sherlock sat like that for exactly 1 hour and 32 minutes, thinking. His apology needed to be perfect, not to long, not to sentimental, but also not to cold and distance. He needed to convey the regret of his actions without hurting John, but also not revealing that it was anything more than curiosity.

Sherlock sighed, this was going to be harder than he thought, why did people have to be so complicated?

Sherlock heard the front door open, a sudden flair of panic rose in his stomach "no" he thought "I need more time, I estimated I had at least another 10 minutes" Sherlock stood up trying to compose him self, "act casual" he quickly darted to the kitchen on silent feet and flicked the kettle on. "John comes in, wait 0.75 of a second, turn around to face him, wait 0.5 of a second, and then say "hello John would you like a cup of tea" while getting his favourite mug, so he is less likely to refuse, then if he doesn't say anything in 0.85 of a second make tea anyway and tell him to sit down, no not tell, ask" he thought to himself, his brain racing at 100 mph.

The door swung open slowly.

"0.25, 0.5" a small pain in Sherlocks neck, "0.75".

Sherlock turned, letting a mask of calm slide over his face but allowing a small sliver of fear shine through to show to John that he wasn't completely heartless. "Hello John, would you like a cup of tea" he said reaching for John's favourite mug as his eyes traveled to the front door.
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