"No, no and no! Sherlock we've dissected a cadaver the last weekend! We should do something new!"
John was typing on his laptop, probably about the case of the poisoned magician.
Sherlock looked at John with disappointmen, but if you really knew him, like the doctor did, you could read the amusement in his eyes.
"But this time it isn't just any cadaver, it's the body of a genius, the excitement of cutting open a dead person could be heard in detective's voice."
"Potato-Potato, it's dead, it stinks and I am not dissecting it!"
Sherlock jumped on the couch with exasperation. Lestrade didn't have a case, not an interesting enough one anyway, and Mycroft was too occupied drinking his tea with the queen... or anything else he dose when Sherlock isn't around.
"But I'm bored, John! B-O-R-E-D! And all you do is to write on that stupid little blog..."
"Pardon me? This "stupid little blog" has over 5000 views!"
"That's because people are stupid too, therefore they enjoy reading stupid things."
John just rolled his eyes and continued typing.
"God, you could be such a child...", he murmured.
Sherlock lifted his head and watched John for a minute or so. They've been together for quite some time now... But the detective didn't really feel any different... He thought it will be like a fire, like a constant feeling of falling in his stomach or maybe a dizziness in his head... But they've kissed once or twice by now, and it wasn't anything special... It was like the doctor was ignoring him and that annoyed and scared Sherlock. He just couldn't bear it anymore.
He stood up and colsed the laptop right in John's face.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Bloody hell Sherlock, we've been through this, the blog brings you clients and..."
"Not that, why are you ignoring me?"
Just for a second John's eyes betrayed him and showed the fear, just for a second.
"What are you talking about? I don..."
"John Hamish Watson, you're insulting me, I know you better than that."
With every word he said, Sherlock went closer to John that was now standing up. 1, 2, 3, 4... the seconds were passing by and the man didn't answer. The thoughts in Sherlock's mind started getting a darker shades.
" Do you think we've made a mistake... you know.. by being together?"
Sherlock was trying so hard to hide the pain in his voice. He wasn't used with being so vulnerable, he hated it.
Lord, no Sherlock! No! Is that what you believe? That's not even close to the truth... It's just... I've wanted this for so long... so much.. I just don't want to mess it up..
Sherlock lifted the corners of his mouth in a relieved smile."Look at me.. John? Look at me!"
The doctor looked in every other part of the room.. just not at Sherlock.
The detective took John's chin between his finger. They were so colse now that their foreheads were tuching, their heartbeats were rising.
John you will not mess this up, I will not let you mess this up. This thing.. this caring thing... I'm new at it and I'm not always sure what's happening, but i know a thing and that is: I don't want to lose it, I don't want to lose you
John didn't think that words were good enough to answer this.. No, not words, but maybe a kiss? Hmm, maybe more than one kiss...