Truly Perfect
"John"
"Sher..Sherlock, What… are..doing?"
John shook his head in order for him to wake up and actually make coherent sentences.
"I…uhhh.. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. It's nothing important; I'll just talk to you tomorrow."
John could see the diminished look on Sherlock's face as he started to leave John's bedroom.
"No, Sherlock come here. What's wrong?"
Sherlock turned around and headed for John's bed. There were marks on his face from the dried tears; when he had made it across the room he basically fell upon the bed. John sat up and instantly went into doctor mode. He checked Sherlock up and down making sure he was alright. All the while Sherlock just sat there. Silent.
"Sherlock, please tell me what's wrong, you're scaring me."
"What's wrong with me John?"
Sherlock looked up at John as a child looks up to their father when they find out that Santa isn't real. His eyes full of sadness and defeat.
"What..what do you mean 'What's wrong with you?'"
"I mean.. What's wrong with me? Why can I deduct a person's eating habits by their fingernail but I can't tell if someone is sad, or hurt? Or know what to say when someone needs comforting?"
"What…what are you talking about Sherlock? You're….perfect."
Sherlock laughed to himself. "Yeah, right. John you don't have to do that."
"Do what?"
"Say things like that to make me feel better. I know that nobody likes me. And really, who could blame them."
"Sherlock, I meant what I said. I think you are perfect, truly perfect. I do. I love everything about you. The way you turn up your collar trying to be mysterious or the when you play your violin at 3 in the morning. I love all of it. Even if you don't know what to say to someone."
"Really?"
Sherlock looked at John, really looked at him. How could he have not seen it before now? The love that resided in John's eyes. The way John looked at him, the way John listened to everything Sherlock had to say no matter how ridiculous it was. John loved Sherlock and always had, ever since that day in the lab.
Before he knew what he was doing Sherlock leaned closer to John, he didn't even notice the fact he was shaking from the butterflies that decided to visit.
John watched Sherlock inch closer. Was this really about to happen? He couldn't believe it. After all these months Sherlock is just now recognizing that John loved him. Some detective.
John couldn't wait any longer. He leaded forward and closed the gap.
woah.
Sherlock was entranced. Seriously, why hadn't he done this before? Heck, why hadn't he done this the second he had saw John in that lab.
Sherlock leaned into the kiss, enjoying every second of it. He cupped the side of John's face, snaked an arm around his lower back and pulled John closer.
John moaned in approval, he started to pull Sherlock back onto the bed when he was stopped. Sherlock had pulled away. Scared, John thought about what he could have done wrong. His thoughts obviously reading on his face because Sherlock responded to them.
"No, it's not that it's just that I wanted tell you that… I loved you too. John, I love you…so much."
"I know"