This happened on Omegle originally but we both want to carry on, so here it is :)
Seklainer - Greg Lestrade/John Watson
TheRoloMonster - Sherlock Holmes
What have you said to John? -GL
Nothing. -SH
Then why is he staying in my spare room? -GL
He overreacted when I came back in a terrible mood. I never meant to snap at him. -SH
I hardly think he'd come to me if you just snapped at him, Sherlock. You must have done something. -GL
I might have said I wanted to live alone, but then I realised I could never go back to living alone. I need John. -SH
Well done, genius. I wouldn't worry too much though; John will always come back to you. -GL
I am sorry, and I want to see him. -SH
Would he let me? -SH
Ask him yourself. -GL
John can I see you? -SH
You've got what you wanted, Sherlock. Leave me alone. -JW
John, I am an idiot and a fool. I know I snapped at you, but I didn't mean it. I cannot go back to living alone. -SH
Yes. You are a bloody idiot. I can't really afford to live alone either. -JW
That, and I cannot live without my blogger. -SH
I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. That was harsh. What I really meant was I can't live without you either. I'm a bit glad you're not here to see me blush though. -JW
God, did I really just send that? -JW
John, you blush behind your laptop screen and you think I cannot see you and you always look adorable. -SH
Yes, yes you did. -SH
Really? Adorable, Sherlock? And now I'm blushing even more. -JW
John, can you come home? -SH
Yes. -JW
I will put some tea on. -SH
Good, I'll go tell Greg. -JW
Hurry, John. I want to tell you something. -SH
I'm getting a cab now. -JW
Text me when you're here. -SH
Ok, give me ten minutes. -JW
Okay, I will get some Jammy Dodgers out. -SH
Coming around the corner now. Jammy Dodgers? Lovely! -JW
Come upstairs when you arrive, I might be in my room. -SH
Ok, I'm just opening the front door. -JW
Okay. -SH
John walked up to his flat, opening the door and dropping his backpack on the floor. "Sherlock?" he called.
"In here!" Sherlock replied. He walked out wearing his favourite purple shirt with some fresh cologne. He stepped into the kitchen and turned off the kettle.
John bit his lip as he admired his flatmate. He shook his head and followed him into the kitchen. "So?"
Sherlock stood with a smug smile on his face as he passed John a mug of tea. A gentle flush appeared across his cheeks as he looked into John's eyes.
"Thank you." said John, taking the mug. He chewed on his bottom lip, noticing Sherlock's cheeks redden slightly.
"John, I want to tell you something, but I need you to do something for me. Do you trust me?"
"Of course." John felt his heart beat faster as Sherlock looked into his eyes.
"Close your eyes," he whispered.
John gulped once before closing his eyes slowly.
Sherlock leaned closer, their noses nearly touching. He took a small breath and then said "John you are my life and I don't want to lose you. I think… I think I love you John Hamish Watson."
John opened his eyes to meet Sherlock's. Their faces were impossibly close. "I've been in love with you since the moment we met," he breathed.
"Even though I said I was married to my work, you stayed by my side. You shot a man for me. That's when I fell in love with you."
TBC ;D