Sherlock looked at John with longing in his eyes. He watched John click away at the keys of his laptop, and sighed.
"What's the matter" John proclaimed with annoyance. He hated the way Sherlock sighed. It was always for attention.
"Nothing, John."
"BOLLUCKS!"
Sherlock wanted to tell him. He wanted to tell him everything. Wanted to say just how much he cared for him. How he couldn't stand the numerous conquests that John paraded around with. How his porn addiction drove Sherlock insane. How his feelings for John were sky-high. His mind runs so fast, he just could not find the proper words.
"John?"
"Yeeesssss, Sherlock..."
"What feelings to you have for women?"
Puzzled, and curious, John answered. "Well, I pitch a bit of a tent if you get what I mean. Of course you don't..."
"Not what I mean, John. Don't Be a wise-crack."
"To be honest, I'm not sure. I think they look nice, and smell nice, but beyond the physical things, I don't know. I've never had real, true feelings for a girl."
Sherlock pondered. Why does he not know how he feels? Women smell too strong, and always of dust and roses. Should I tell him? I think I've found the words...mostly...
"John, here's the thing. I've not been honest. I think I love you. I've never had this feeling before. When you're gone, I'm sad. When you're around, I feel whole. The way you bring those women around...I can't stand it! I get so jealous. I want to feel the way you treat them. Not the way you desert and neglect them, of course, but the way you get all dressed up to take them out. The way you smile at them. I want that, John! I don't want to see you on your laptop surfing the web for more dating or sex sites! I want to see you happy. I see you happy when we're together. And...I think...I...I love you!" Waiting for response, Sherlock sat down, and sat in silence. Impatience grew on him.
"John?" Sherlock now harbored real tears in his eyes.
Mrs. Hudson walked into the room. "John's been out for over and hour now, deary. Another date, I think."
Sherlock had been thinking to himself again. He grew upset and tired. All the right words, wasted.
"Tea please, two sugars" Sherlock requested.
"Not your housemaid, love, but okay." Mrs. Hudson brought out a tray of biscuits along with Sherlock's tea.
"I brought you some biscuits, dear. You haven't eaten a thing in days, I can tell. Have you told him yet, Sherlock?"
"Not yet"
"Oh. Well, you'll find the words in that funny head of yours soon enough"
Wiping tears away from his face, Sherlock sipped his tea. "Thank you, Mrs. Hudson. Can't say it enough."
"Your welcome, dear." She rested a hand on his shoulder. Sherlock proceeded to hold his hand on top of hers.