Stars shone down upon the lovers, twilight fading into the inky night sky draped over London like a protective blanket. They were on the rooftop, a box of takeout from Angelo's between them (he gave them a deal) and a blanket beneath them. The shorter of the two had his hands tangled in the other's hair, runnging his fingers softly through the short, dark curls and smiling at him. The other was fiddling with his phone, a small smile on his lips as he leaned into his lover's ministrations.
"Sherlock, your eyes are gorgeous. Has anyone told you that?"
"Several times, but I appreciate it."
John resisted the urge to roll his eyes and settles for a sigh; of course, people had told Sherlock about his eyes. Probably for a case, considering otherwise he was rather intimidating to people.
"Seriously, the stars don't shine hardly as bright as your eyes."
"They're quite appropriate as a metaphor, aren't they?"
"Your eyes?"
Sherlock shot John an amused glance at his obvious confusion.
"Stars, John."
"Oh. How?"
Sherlock laughed lightly and shifted to face his partner, a hand on his face, lightly resting on his cheek.
"A star is rather like our love. It starts off small, quietly in existence, but barely paid attention to, considering it's surrounded by other stars shining just as bright. Those others are rather like the thoughts in our heads, preconceived notions, denial, everything we felt. Then the star grows brighter, larger, slowly, and over time, until it becomes giant, which is rather like our love building and growing until we can't feel anything else. And then finally—" Sherlock's voice drops to a whisper here, John leaning closer to hear him with a small smile, "—finally, it explodes."
And Sherlock closed the gap between their faces for a kiss. It held all the passion he had, all his emotions for John, everything he could pour into it, and as John reciprocated, he had to agree.
Besides, they'd always go out with a bang. Why should love be any different?
AN: Hey, I normally don't do Author Notes but I wanted to give credit to Collette Firestone and her story Love is Scarce as inspiration for this. c: Thanks for letting me use the general idea!