JOHNLOCK: A SERIES OF SHORT STORIES
I wish I did, but I do not own BBC Sherlock, nor do I own anything remotely related to Sir ACD (all hail).
Therefore, please enjoy this for what it is; a series of unrelated short stories regarding John and Sherlock coming to their (obvious) realisations.
John's Explanation
'I heat up
I can't cool down
You got me spinnin round and round
Round and round and round it goes
Where it stops, nobody knows
Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burning flame
Burning flame for desire'
"What does that even mean?" Sherlock burst as he thumped his hand down on the table beside his laptop.
John looked up from typing his blog with a bewildered expression.
"What?" John asked politely, tilting his head, indicating he was now giving the Consulting Detective every ounce of his concentration.
Sherlock looked incredulously across the two desks to his friendly colleague occupying the chair opposite him.
"This song. What on Earth does it mean?" Sherlock questioned again in frustration.
"Oh, well, I'm not sure you would understand, Sherlock" John said with a gentle smile as he tilted his head back down to his two-fingered blog typing.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sherlock queried, his eyes narrowed at the shorter man.
"Well" John said, reluctantly closing his laptop screen and folding his hands across its lid. "It's about Love, Sherlock."
Sherlock flinched at the word. But John continued regardless.
"When people 'love' it doesn't make sense" John stressed as he licked his bottom lip. "Your body reacts of its own accord, your mind becomes irrational and that is why 'love-sickness' is a real condition." He explained, watching Sherlock's reactions with interest.
"How does the body react?" Sherlock questioned, his eyes narrowing further.
"Oh come off it, you know exactly how it reacts." John said, leaning back in his chair. "You once told me it was straight forward chemistry."
"How do you react?" Sherlock probed, leaning forward now as he had now closed his laptop lid too.
"Well" John said, a little caught off guard. "As you know, pupils dilate, heart rate increases, mouth dries, subconsciously you'll do anything to grab the attention of the person, such as run a hand through your hair, wear a nice aftershave-"
"Lick your lips" Sherlock interrupted with a smug smile.
John looked up carefully through frozen features as he watched the taller man dubiously.
"Yes" John confirmed.
"Tell me, John" Sherlock said, his smirk remaining plastered across his handsome face. "Have you ever been in love?"
John's eyes fell to the wooden table in between them; he knew that he had been found out. He knew that Sherlock always spotted the signs, always saw the longing glances, the caring that the shorter man did on daily basis, obviously he had noticed the un-controlled lip chewing.
The music from the radio on the windowsill filled the silence and John felt his face grow hot as he listened to the lyrics.
'Abara abracadabra I wanna reach out and grab ya
Abra abracadabra... Abaracadabra
You make me hot you make me sigh
You make me laugh you make me cry
Keep me burning for your love
With the touch of a velvet glove'
"Could it be…that you are in love right now?" Sherlock stood swiftly and walked around the desks to perch on the corner of it, easily within John's reach.
John stared determinedly at the closed laptop in front of him, his jaw clenching nervously.
"Dear me" Sherlock murmured as he moved a hand to John's wrist to feel his pulse. "It could always be that because you're hands have been tilted at an odd angle for some time, the blood now rushing back to your digits could impact on pulse rate in your wrist…" The taller man suggested dully as he moved his cold and elegant hand to John's neck. "…nope, it's your heart rate, John. It's through the roof(!)" Sherlock's tone was teasingly smug as he kept his hand to John's beating neck.
'Abara abracadabra I wanna reach out and grab ya
Abra abracadabra... Abaracadabra
I feel the magic in your caress'
John raised his gaze to the ice blue eyes high above him, now.
"Do you still think I do not understand?" Sherlock asked dangerously.
John shook his head nervously, flicking his gaze to Sherlock's lips.
"You're right" Sherlock said, within a beat, the consulting detective had pushed himself from the desk and returned to his seat, sitting with a sigh.
'I see magic in your eyes
I hear magic in your sighs
Just when I think I'm gotta get away
I hear those words that you wont say'
"Come to my room tonight, John" Sherlock said as he opened his laptop once more and began typing.
"W-what for?" John stammered in shock.
"Experiment" Sherlock said abruptly as he examined his computer screen.
'Abara abracadabra I wanna reach out and grab ya
Abra abracadabra... Abaracadabra
Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin flame
Burnin flame for desire
Kiss me baby with the fire'
"No" John said loudly, shattering the silence that had fallen between the two.
Sherlock looked up in surprise.
"Now" John said commandingly as he got to his feet and marched toward Sherlock's bedroom.
The taller man smiled after his flat mate, taking time to breathe deeply and continue to control his own heart rate as his pupils flew wide. He then swept to his feet once more and walked directly after the Doctor.
'I heat up I can' cool down
My situation goes running down'