The Great Mind Game
Sherlock's gun followed Moriarty as he exited the swimming pool.
"Catch. You. Later," Sherlock struggled to maintain a steady voice as he felt the relief flood over his body. Moriarty's Irish tone sang out in response.
"No you won't!"
The door slammed shut and the millisecond after Sherlock dropped the gun and rushed to John's side, frantically attempting to remove the death trap that coursed around his body, threatening at any moment to explode and kill his dear friend.
"Alright? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" Sherlock desperately pleaded for John's answer, just anything to know that he was ok and safe. It only took John a second to speak but that second felt like a lifetime for the consulting detective.
"Yeah I'm fine. I'm fine," John couldn't persuade him enough and Sherlock continued to wrestle at the jacket. "Sherlock? SHERLOCK. Jesus…"
Sherlock ripped the jacket from John's shaking body and flung it away from the two of them, desperate to detach his friend from that monstrous piece of equipment. Sherlock ran to the door to confirm that Moriarty was gone and when he returned John had collapsed to the floor, and was sitting with his back against the wall trying to recover from the shock. John's breathing was loud and irregular, and Sherlock could see his painful distress. After a few moments of random nonsense talk, John tried to make light of the situation.
"I'm glad no-one saw that," he said, feeling a lot calmer. "You ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool. People might talk."
Suddenly overcome with relief that John was okay and also with an amazing burst of love for his work partner and best friend, Sherlock swept over to John pulled him up from the floor by his shoulders and slammed him back into the wall, Sherlock's lips covering John's mouth and his fingers tearing through the doctor's hair. After a moment of shock, John relaxed into the kiss and began to return it. The two men ravished each other, as if their lips were water and they hadn't drunk for weeks.
After about 30 seconds of passion, they broke apart, dazed by what had just happened. They stood together, awkwardly, quite unaware of what to say in this situation. Sherlock looked into John's eyes and leaned forward so that their foreheads were touching, their noses grazing each other.
Sherlock found the words. "If anyone EVER tries to hurt you again. I kill them."
All John could do was nod, and acknowledge the fact that he had fallen irretrievably and desperately in love with Mr Holmes.
