John sat there on his hands and knees crying over Sherlocks grave.
"Sherlock. Please, just make one more miracle and stop being dead." He sobbed.
John sat up quickly from his bed and looked around the room. Sighing, he fell back on to his pillow and stared at the ceiling. It had been six months since Sherlock had died and he still thought of him everyday and dreamt of him just as often.
After he got up and got dressed, he went down stairs to the living room. With no more crimes to investigate, he had more hours at work to afford to stay in the flat. Looking around again, he saw all of Sherlocks things right where he had left them, well almost all of them. Some of the things that he had here had gone rotten over time to where he couldn't even figure out what they were anymore. Still, his stuff was still there and for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to throw any of it away. Mrs. Hudson had tried to convince him to throw away at least some of it and even tried to do it herself but John always stopped her.
While heading to the kitchen, he noticed that Sherlock's door was slightly open. He could have sworn that he had closed it after dusting and cleaning the sheets yesterday.
Slowly, he moved toward the door and just as slowly pushed the door open, ready for anything to happen. What he saw was Sherlock sitting on his bed, looking at him. John nearly dropped to the floor at seeing him. Sherlock got up from the bed and walked up to the stunned man, who had tears now forming in his eyes.
"Hello, John." His voice woke John from his shoke and he looked up at him.
"How did you... Your suppose to be dead. I saw you. I-"
"That's not important at the moment." Sherlock said, interrupting John from babbling further. He stepped up closer to John and hugged him tightly to him. "I missed you so much. I missed having you to talk to." Sherlock whispered softly. John was stunned in his place but slowly hugged Sherlock back.
"I missed you too." John whispered just as softly as he hugged Sherlock tighter. " Sherlock, there was something that I wanted to tell you before, but I never got the chance." Sherlock pulled away slightly to look into Johns eyes.
"I love you, Sherlock." John looked up at Sherlock, waiting for rejection but still hoping for the less then likely chance that Shelock might like him back. As the seconds ticked on, John became more nervous until finally, he felt soft lips on his. His eyes widen in shock for a moment before closing and returning the kiss. The kiss was sweet and soft and John loved every moment of it. They pulled away after awhile to breath and looked into each other's eyes.
"I love you too, John" Sherlock claimed as he pulled John into another, much more heated, kiss.
Just a little story for one of my best friends, cocoamebuns and it was suppose to be done by Valentine's day but we're both major procrastinaters so her gift for me either most likely just got done too or it's about to be. Happy Lat Valentine's day!