If asked, John would never be able to tell when exactly, he fell in love with Sherlock. It wasn't like it had happened over night. John had just grown more fond of Sherlock's smile and the way he made John feel like the happiest man alive. After living with Sherlock for a while it was like John just couldn't get enough of his company. Hell, he'd even put up with all of Sherlock's crazy experiments, just to be able to see the other man.
Luckily for John, Sherlock had agreed to move his laboratory up to John's old room as soon as John had moved into Sherlock's bed. It was easier that way, John did spend every night there anyway. He had done that ever day since Sherlock had kissed him the first time.
The kiss had been a surprise at first, but then i just felt right. When John had Sherlock's lips against his, he felt like nothing could go wrong and he felt like this was the way he wanted to spend the rest of his life. In the arms of one Sherlock Holmes.
