Perfection

Hi guys! This is my first fic so please don't judge the quality. Also even though I do not entirely approve of homosexuality, this is a Johnlock fic mainly because they are just too cute that I can't help myself. There might be some shmut later but I try to avoid strong language. I hope you enjoy.

The moment that both John and Sherlock realized that they loved each other was the most perfect point in time that either if them could remember. Before that day neither of them knew the full extent of their feelings toward the other, nor did they know that the other had feelings for them. Of course both had been having non platonic feelings toward each other for quite some time, but it wasn't until that time that they discovered the love they felt.

John had been sitting on the couch writing his blog, occasionally looking up at Sherlock, who was examining a specimen under the microscope in the kitchen, while thinking of what to write next.

At one point John had been staring at Sherlock for quite sometime, having forgotten all about his blog in the midst of his thoughts of the other man. Sherlock, feeling John's intense eyes on him, looked up and retuned John's gaze. It was in that moment, as they looked on to each other's eyes, that it dawned on them. Each could feel the affection that the other's gaze held, and that they truly felt the same.

They held each others gaze for a moment, simply drinking in the reality of this revelation. Finally John broke the silence that had enshrouded them.

"Sherlock?" He whispered, as if seeing the taller man's pale frame for the first time.

"John!" Sherlock breathed, relief audible in his voice.

It was then in that perfect moment, that endless stretch of time, that the two slowly rose form their seated positions to glide together as if caught in a magical summer dream, and share their first kiss.

When the two finally broke apart it was like the world had changed around them. Before they had shared that magical moment in time they had lived in a world that was bleak with no hope of finding anything so wonderful as to make them feel as young and care free as a child again. After however they realized they had found such a thing though they hadn't known they were missing it.

Over the course of that day neither left the other's side, not for one second. When it came time for bed they went together, almost by agreement, in to Sherlock's room. They were still in an awestruck daze as they slid on to the bed next to each other for the night.

"Sherlock?" John said, speaking for almost the first time since that morning.

"Yes John?"

"Well...I...I..." He trailed off, the soldier for once at a lost for words.

"Yes?" Sherlock prompted, turning to face him as he did.

"I'm not quite sure how to say this but... Sherlock... I love you."

"I know." Said Sherlock simply, his silken voice sliding through the air. "And you know what? I'm pretty sure I love you too."

"I know." John said but unlike Sherlock's know it all tone that is implied John would be crazy not to love him, John's tone sounded worried, disappointed, like Sherlock could have so much better and John just couldn't comprehend why this wonderful man would choose him.

"Is there something wrong with that?" Sherlock asked, suddenly worried that something might come between them this early on.

"No...not really...it's just... Why me? Why not someone else who would be so much better for you? Why have you chosen to settle for me?"

"Because," Sherlock said slowly, trying to ensure his voice could not betaken as angry in any way. "I love you, and no one could be any better for me than you. You make sure I eat, that I stay as safe as I could possibly stand, you provide a rock in the storm when I'm battling my various addictions, and most importantly you love me too."

With that they curled up together and promptly fell asleep.

Hey again! Hope you liked it. Please don't be afraid to favorite and review this story. It would mean a lot to me if you would. New chapter will hopefully be coming soon so have no fear, bye!