There is only one person that Sherlock really cares about, John Watson. Sherlock Holmes would do anything for his ex- army doctor. But he wonders if John feels the same way.
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It is early morning, not even light yet when John comes downstairs to find Sherlock awake also, studying something under his microscope.
John walks to the cabinet and pulls out a mug.
"Do you want some tea?" John prepares for the upcoming 'no', as he knows very well that Sherlock doesn't eat and work. But he asks all the same, being courteous to the clearly sleep- deprived detective.
But oddly enough the 'no' never comes. Sherlock, instead, looks up at his ex- army doctor and pushes his chair back as he stands up. Sherlock looks hard into John's deep blue eyes and notices, not for the first time, how handsome the army doctor is. Sherlock wishes beyond measure that John would break the silence that fills the darkened kitchen, but John just stares into Sherlock and awaits Sherlock's answer.
"Sure, why not?" The answer surprises John as if he was lost in Sherlock's deep stare and the answer was a rude awakening. John moves quickly to grab another mug from the cabinet blushing in the process, realizing how strange he must have looked staring at Sherlock like that. Sherlock however still hasn't taken his eyes off John Watson, as if he is entranced with John's movements.
Sherlock lifts his stare off of John and turns to find tea bags.
"John I have been thinking…" John turns to Sherlock, He frowns. "yes?"
"John…" Silence.
"Sherlock, Come on, you look like you are talking to…"
Sherlock shushes John, clearly frustrated with John's interruptions.
"John… I... I... I think I have feelings for you."
John suddenly drops his empty mug and it crashes to the floor. John immediately drops to the floor to pick up the three fragmented pieces, and lays them on the counter.
"You have feelings for me? What do you mean?"
Sherlock blushes clearly embarrassed, "I'm sorry."
Sherlock tries to walks away from the kitchen but John won't let him.
John grabs Sherlock's hand abruptly and tugs him back, Sherlock is startled. John tugs Sherlock toward him "I love you Sherlock Holmes." John hopes to high heavens that Sherlock meant what he said because John can't take back what he said now. Sherlock's face brightens, "You?... You feel the same?"
John chuckles. "I thought that was obvious."
Sherlock smiles an entrancing smile and John feels a tightening in his groin. Sherlock slides his hands around John's waist and pulls him close and leans into a passionate kiss. John responds by introducing his tongue into Sherlock's mouth while wrapping his hands in Sherlock's dark curls.
Sadly after a minute they have to breathe, John pulls away and gasps for air. He smiles his puppy dog smile and Sherlock smiles back. The sun is rising, England is waking up.
John and Sherlock could care less about the boiling water on the stove as they are being consumed by one another, barely breathing.
Sherlock has pushed John into their living area and dumped him on the couch. Sherlock has slid on top of him straddling his waist; he leans and begins to kiss his army doctor passionately once more.
The door is opened suddenly "Good morning boys!" Mrs. Hudson walks in the boy's flat and sees the unexpected. "Oh Shite!" She exclaims. She immediately revises her sailor talk and replaces it with "I knew it!"