All was quiet in 221B. I was laid on the sofa with my eyes shut, thinking about a case Lestrade had let me in on. Well, I was trying to think about the case. It was a simple case really, but I couldn't concentrate. Something… no someone… kept on interrupting my thoughts. John.
I had had feelings for him from the start, I just didn't realise then. His eyes, as soft as a child's, intrigued me. A year later, when I understood my emotions, I started to panic; so far, John had shown that he was… normal – attracted to women.
*FLASHBACK*
One night, Molly had taken us both out to a bar to loosen up. It did not go well. John and I had too much to drink, but not enough that we were unaware of what we were doing.
We got back to Baker Street and crawled up the stairs. I boiled the kettle and made some coffee – his without sugar. I took it to him in his room. He was sat on the bed. I put both of our patterned mugs on the table and sat beside him.
I looked into his eyes – his big, soft brown eyes. Suddenly I couldn't see anything but him; I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. For a second, he kissed me back, and then he drew back and walked out.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
Following that evening, John and I, after an awkward morning encounter in the hall, had been growing closer. We went out on less cases – I had less of a need for the highs of them (or drugs).
We spent our evenings curled up in front of the TV, watching crap shows like any other couple. We had our fights, but none like the night before, when John had stormed out on me, leaving me unstable. I was inconsolable.