"John"
"What, Sherlock?"
"I think the power just went out."
I heard John sigh. This is perfect.
"Want me to find a flashlight? It's pretty dark." He answered. I could barely see him through the darkness, the only light coming through was from the moon outside, meaning the room was just barely illuminated.
I could see John okay, though, and that was really all that mattered.
"No, John, It's okay." I said monotone. I walked over to the window and stood by it, looking outside. "A power line went down on Baker Street. People are working on it right now, power should be on in about….twelve hours. So by morning, it'll be back on." I stared down the street.
I heard John walk over and look out the window as well.
"Bloody hell. That's a bad storm." John commented. I hummed in agreement and turned to face John, examining his illuminated features. I watched him look outside until he looked over.
"What?" He said defensively. I intentionally bumped into him when I turned back to the window, feeling his elevated pulse, and smiled to myself.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." I replied ominously, then turned back to face him.
"I was just thinking and your head just happened to be in my line of vision." I stared down at him.
"You seem to say that a lot, Sherlock." He looked me over skeptically. I rolled my eyes dramatically and looked him over once again, just to look at him, then looked back outside. John really was gorgeous. He's probably the only one I'd ever deem REALLY important when it came down to it. Sure, I cared about Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade, but that was different. I can't live without John. John is like air. How am I supposed to live…to breathe…without air?
I must be a horrid flatmate. I smirked. I always intentionally scare off his unimportant dates, pull him out of work for my enjoyment and annoy him everyday for no real reason. I wonder why he puts up with me? I looked down at him, only to find him staring back.
We stared at eachother, having a facial conversation.
John, can i?
Yes, Sherlock, It's fine. It's always fine, you git.
Really? How long have you felt that way?
Since the beginning, Sherlock.
I smiled.
Me, too.
I put my hand on his shoulder and leaned in to kiss him tenderly. Of course, it got more heated, andi pulled it to a stop, teasing him, like i always do.
"We don't need the flashlight." I said nonchalantly. He simply laughed.
"I love you, you bloody git."
"Love you, too, John"