BARELY SPEAKING

Elementary fanfic, I dont own any of the characters.

Watson awoke in silence, still thinking of the night before.

Sherlock had been certain of his feeling, but not of hers.

She had always known that he was trying to find his feet

and pick up his emotions from what had happened in London.

He had reminded Watson that she was all he needed.

Yet Miss Joan Watson pushed him away. Until last night.

Sherlock awoke due to the shimmering sunlight drapping

in through the curtains, they were black-out ones, yet they

never blacked out. He stared at the ceiling for a few minutes

before jumping up at an alarming speed and knocked gently

at Joans bedroom door.

She did not answer.

He thought that she might listen, so he finally encouraged

himself to lay all the cards on the table and show her he

really loved her.

"Joan, look I know last night was an outburst on my behalf

but I did not intend for a one-night-stand, I know I haven't

shown my feelings for what they are, But I had every intension

of doing so last night".

He listened distinctively for a stir, in which had followed through,

Joan presented herself at the door and brushed her lips against his.

They were barely speaking, yet they're silence spoke volumes.