Secrets [Johnlock]

3: Developments

"Soft blonde hair."

John found a small piece of paper outside his door, the three words written beautifully in Sherlock's handwriting. He picked it up, tucking it into his back pocket. Still bleary-eyed and tired, he trudged into the living room to find Sherlock at his microscope.

"Beautiful blue eyes."

Another piece lay on the arm of the sofa, face up for John to read. He smiled at this, having never really thought about his eyes in this way, and placed it with the other.

"Morning, Sherlock." He smiled, patting his shoulder with one hand and boiling the kettle with the other. No answer, as usual.

"High moral compass."

This note was in his mug, the third one today.

"Kind-hearted nature."

In the fridge. John sighed, overwhelmed by all the notes. Especially as they had been written by Sherlock. He then made his way over to his chair, one more on the seat.

"A smile that lights up a room."

~

As he moved throughout the flat, and closer to Sherlock's bedroom, the notes changed tone. Some made John blush, some made him cough and others made him gulp out of pure shock. Going from 'Secretly broad shoulders' to:

"Cute pink lips."

"Firm, defined body."

"Very skilled hands."

"Probably a huge-"

John was now unable to breath steadily and marched back over to the detective.

"Sherlock, what are you trying to say by these notes?"

No answer.

"Sherlock, please talk. Just for a minute."

Still nothing.

More desperate for a conversation, he gripped the back of the old wooden chair, using his force to drag it back. He then stood in the gap between chair and table.

"John, this isn't necessary-"

Before he could continue, he was pulled to his feet and led by the hand to the sofa, away from any distractions.

"Sherlock, why have you been leaving the notes?"

"I thought even you would be able to observe why-"

"Sherlock, just tell me."

"I... oh, figure it out for yourself."

The detective was back in the kitchen in a matter of seconds, analysing his samples once again. Why was he being so vague?

~

Almost a full day had passed, Sherlock hadn't moved and John was still trying to figure out the mystery. Google had been quite unproductive, yet he was reading every blog he could find from people in similar circumstances. He had researched every factor of their relationship, from the lack of frequent contact, other than the occasional spot of hand-holding, to the usual sexual tension caused by just an intense gaze. Even the fact that Sherlock keeps trying to grip his jumper and pull himself closer to John... oh!

"Sherlock..." he muttered, a teasing tone evident in his voice. He jumped to his feet, taking a deep breath on his way back over. "Sherlock, I've solved it."

Not wanting to wait a second longer, he picked up the microscope and shifted it to the counter, leaving Sherlock with his eyes wide open and mouth agape.

"What is it, John?"

"I've solved it."

"Please elaborate."

"You were listing everything you liked about me." He stated proudly.

"Well, only a few but you've got the general gist."

"You want to go further."

"Again, please elaborate."

"You know what I mean."

"I want to hear you say it." Sherlock smirked, not a quiver in his voice.

"You want... you want to do more than cuddling and holding hands. Break the boundaries, if you like."

"A perfect analysis so far."

"Sherlock, how far do you want to go? We need to be honest now."

"Well, I'd quite like to kiss you."

"Okay."

"Properly."

"Anything else?"

"I would like to do something rather drastic..."

"What's that?"

"I want to go on a date with you. Our first date."

"A date such as?"

"Well, people typically go for dinner as a first date. That would be fine."

"I'd like that too." John gripped Sherlock's hand lightly, rubbing his thumb across the detective's knuckles. "Sherlock Holmes, would you like to go to dinner with me? On Saturday?"

"John Watson, I'd be delighted."

"Then it's sorted. Dress smartly and I'll be waiting for you by the front door at eight o'clock."

Sherlock could hardly contain his joy, beaming with excitement and planting a kiss on John's cheek. The pair said goodnight, looking into each other's eyes for a few more moments before retiring to their beds, the thought of a date still prominent in their minds. This was going to be a sleepless night.