Hullo. Okay. Johnlock. For sure. May I apologize for the OOCness of our boys?
"John?"
"Yes?" John folded up the newspaper he was reading and looked up at his flat mate. "What d'you want?"
Sherlock shifted, as he started to speak. "Can I borrow you for an experiment? It's okay if you're not okay with it, I uh…"
"Depends on what this experiment is," John said. He stood up. "You know that."
Suddenly, Sherlock shook his head. "No, never mind. It won't go well anyways." He gave a half smile. The consulting detective started to walk away and grabbed his coat off the sofa. "I'm going out for a bit."
John was speechless, watching Sherlock leave. Sherlock, giving up on an experiment? Something was definitely up. He rose, calling out to him. "No, Sherlock. Wait."
Sherlock stopped in the doorway, as John ran up to him. He remained silent and remained where he was.
"Sherlock, tell me. What was your experiment going to be?"
Near silence. The sounds of traffic could be heard through the door.
"Sherlock."
"You remember how I told you that I'm married to my work, yes?"
John raised an eyebrow. "Yes… of course I remember." Where was Sherlock going with.…? Oh. "D'you mean…?"
"Yes." Sherlock turned around, looking at John intently. "That's exactly what I mean. I said I was married to my work. And you sort of, well, became my work." The detective looked down at his feet. He looked up just in time to see John moving towards him, until their lips met. They broke apart, after the deep kiss.
"Sherlock, you can be such an idiot sometimes." John moved in for another kiss, and Sherlock accepted the gesture willing, pulling John into his arms.
When they stopped to catch their breath, Sherlock murmured, "I didn't think you'd feel the same way…"
"I love you Sherlock, I always have."