On my mind chapter 1
Sherlock walked into the living room of his and John's apartment in hope that John was there, he wasn't. Sherlock knew this as the room was filled with quietness, he wasn't happy; he had something that he wanted to get of his mind. He sat down in his noisy, creaky armchair and waited. He had been waiting about 5-10 minutes to be precise but it felt like longer to him so he started to pace up and down the room very unnervingly. Suddenly he heard someone coming up the stairs and froze; he didn't know what to do.
Sherlock p.o.v
The door opened while suspense ate away at my mind … "John" I didn't know what just happened it was almost like the name John had been waiting to just leap off my tongue since I was small. It all just came out so fast it was like a race. I shouted it. John stared at me in a confused way; he looked as though he had just jumped out of his skin. "Oh hi, I've just been out to get some air freshener; it reeks of mouldy peas in here". To which I replied with a nervous laugh "oh yeah that'll be the brain in the fridge".
Sherlock p.o.v
John lifted his head up and down to say oh wright, like it was an everyday thing which I suppose I did do it a lot. And then placed the can of summer fresh on the table just in front of me, he closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and said "Sherlock I know that me and you are different; you're a complete psychopath and I am…well normal". I had to stop him there otherwise I just knew what was going to happen; he would have started to babble on. So I said "look I know what this is and before you say anything, yes I do to…" I came to a pause which John took to his advantage to say "you do, how? I mean well of coarse your Sherlock, are you sure?" I was a bit confused about the 'your Sherlock' bit but I couldn't believe he felt the same way.
Sherlock p.o.v
After a few seconds of shock I walked towards him until we stood just inches apart and he was backed up against the wall, I could feel the warmth of his breath against my throat. He opened his mouth like he wanted to ask me something but then it just turned into a gasp like no words could leave his mouth. I leaned in towards him to kiss him but he hesitated so I tried again and this time our lips met, I actually flinched though mainly because his lips where freezing and partially because I wasn't expecting it, it just seemed too good to be true. His lips where so soft almost like they had never been touched, it was the most perfect moment I had ever had in my life. It just felt like forever, I clenched his belt of his jeans pulling it away with my left hand then he stopped, he pulled away catching his breath and said " Sherlock… I can't, I can't do this, and this isn't what I meant. What I was trying to say was that. I've got a girlfriend".