Helloo :D This is my first story evereverever, and english is not my native language, so please have mercy on me c: Thanks!

"Tonight is the night", Sherlock thought. "The night when I finally will tell Watson about my feelings for him.."

He blushed a little just at the thought. This would be very embarrassing. He had no clue how Watson would react.. What if he would be disgusted and slap Sherlock, leave the house and never speak to him again? No, Watson wouldn't do that. He is a gentleman. He would be a little shocked, but he wouldn't leave Sherlock.
And maybe that would break Sherlock's heart even more, if Watson stayed with him despite knowing about his feelings.

Sherlock had been in love with Watson for years, but he didn't know how to explain it to him. Everytime he tried, he just stammered and suddenly he wasn't so brave anymore. Watson was dense and didn't notice anything, even though Holmes really tried to be obvious. Now he decided to tell him one and for all.

It was raining outside, it was a dark october evening, and Sherlock and Watson was sitting in their sofa drinking tea in front of the fireplace.

Pretty romantic, isn't it.. Sherlock thought. Watson was talking about some memory from the army, Holmes didn't really listen.
"And then we came back and.. You aren't listening, right?", Watson said.
Sherlock just nodded and looked into the fire. "Of course I'm listening, my dear Watson."
"No you're not. What's wrong?"

Sherlock cleared his throat and his heart started to beat a little faster.
"You see, Watson, I've been trying to.. say this to you for a very long time now.. um, well..."
Oh no, not again. I'll never be able to tell Watson that i love him.
Sherlock glanced at Watson, to see how he was reacting so far. He looked surprisingly happy, and had a little smirk on his face.

Sherlock felt embarrassed. He decided to get this done as quick as possible. He took a deep breath and said;
"Dear Watson, maybe you haven't noticed anything because you're pretty dense but.. I think I have... fallen in love with you."

Watson's smile grew bigger and Sherlock didn't know if Watson thought he was joking, or if he actually felt the same.
"Oh Sherlock, I thought you had figured out my feelings for you a long time ago. You usually read me like a book.." he blushed a little. "but maybe you were too focused on your own feelings this time. Of course I love you too! How could I possibly not? You're adorable, especially right now". He laughed softly.

I knew it. I knew this would be so extremely awkward. But I am so happy that he feels the same, Sherlock thought. He finally looked up at Watson. "Thank you. Now I'd like a kiss, please", he joked.

But Watson took it seriously, leaned forward and gently grabbed Holmes chin.
"Of course", he smiled. Then he caught Holmes lips carefully between his own.

It was Sherlocks first kiss ever and oh, how wonderful it was. Watson tasted like sweet tea and he was warm when he embraced Holmes and whispered in his ear; "I think I'm the happiest man alive".
Sherlocks heart sped up a little more and he answered: "Well..I think we have to share that title."

Because he was also incredibly happy, and relieved that it went so well.

A little while later, they fell asleep in each others arms, curled up on the sofa. Mrs Hudson came into the room to get their tea tray and quench the fire, when she saw the men and smiled. She walked away with the tray, but came back to put a blanket over the two sweethearts.
"I'm not surprised.." she mumbled to herself as she walked out the door.

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