"So," John said, trying to catch his breath. "You kissed me."
"Obviously." Sherlock's hands were resting on the small of his back, his eyes roaming all over his face. "And you kissed me back."
John huffed, but his expression dropped slightly and he bit his lip, suddenly unsure. "Was this... was this an experiment, or-"
"No." Sherlock's hold tighten, pulling John closer against his chest. "I care about you. You know that. And I realized, a few weeks ago, that what I felt for you wasn't strictly platonic. After I deduced you felt the same way, but would never risk taking the first step, I thought I should take the matter into my own hands."
"Oh," John's shoulders slumped in relief. He ran his hand through Sherlock's hair, until he reached the back of his head, pulling at it gently to bring him forward, their mouths brushing against each others. "Then, if I may make a small deduction myself, I presume you wouldn't be terrible opposed if I took you to bed now."
"Really? And how did you reach that conclusion?"
"Simple," John whispered, their breaths mingling together, a grin spreading on his face, "you're as hard as a rock. As I am."
"Hmm," Sherlock brushed his nose lightly against John's, and nipped at his lower lip. "Better do something about it, then."
Author's notes:
So, I'll hopefully update this every day. Hopefully.
Enjoy x