Five times Sherlock wanted John to say The Words, and the one time John finally did. Or, the one where Sherlock is in love, John is a blind git, words need to be said and a happy end is inevitable.
An original fanfiction by CowMow, for my darling friend and fantastic RP partner SherlockedSherlockian, because of many many many many many reasons. Mostly because she is awesome and brilliant and clever and witty and funny and the perfect John to my Sherlock :3 Hope you like this, dearie.
How it started.
John was fond of watching films. He always had been, actually. Ever since he had been a too-short, spikey-haired teenager, John watched everything; action, thriller, mystery, horror and, to Sherlock's pure and utter dismay, romantic comedies. The only good thing that came with the whole ordeal of watching insipid films was that Sherlock could press his feet up under John's bum to keep his icy toes warm, eating sweetened popcorn and drinking lots of sodas which always made him hiccup from the bubbles and giddy from the sugar rush. That, and John truly liked it, and Sherlock liked watching John's expressive face, the wrinkles becoming more pronounced when he smiled.
Movie night soon became a thing both men looked forward to, even though Sherlock would only admit that under threat of disposing of his latest experiment.
The first week of December did not only bring Sherlock and John snow and a lit fireplace, but also another movie Friday night, and Sherlock had prepared himself for another dull film about boy meets girl, they kiss, they argue, they break up, they get each other anyway and kiss in the middle of a snowy field against all odds.
But Sherlock had once more underestimated his brave soldier. This Friday night was different. Instead of that predictable story, his brilliant John had picked a film about two male friends, who grew from a deep friendship into a dedicated relationship. By the time the tall blonde one – Sherlock had, of course, forgotten their names but couldn't care less - told the other, shorter brunette that he loved him so very much, Sherlock felt this weird feeling tugging at the center of his chest, some tickly feeling in his stomach, and he knew that he wanted John to look at him like that and say those exact three words.
And Sherlock was convinced John felt the same. He had, after all, picked this particular film, which practically was their entire life story. Well, except for the kissing, but Sherlock could soon fix that. Surely John meant something with that, he was just too shy to admit it. But that was okay, Sherlock didn't mind helping his best friend.
So, that was why Sherlock made it his very mission to make John say The Three Words.
A/N: Obviously, this story will have six chapters, excluding this one. :)