Hi! My name is Tess and i made this Johnlock story. Again, this is a role play I have converted into a story. I hope you enjoy and please review if you want me to make this a series of sorts. Thanks! -TIM
John opened his eyes to the piercing sun and yawned, sitting up to find Sherlock with a notepad and pen sitting by his bed. "What are you doing?" "Hmm? I'm bored, John. Oh, and good morning." Sherlock tried to smile, his voice not convincing. John furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Sherlock accusingly "Are you measuring my act of surprise to finding a man in my room to test my sexuality again?" Sherlock blew a lock of hair from his eyes. "You've known my long enough, haven't you?" He shrugged, jotting more down on his notepad. "So," John sighed and closed his eyes, "What are the results?" "Here" Sherlock lifted his arm, rolling his multicolored eyes, tossing the pad over his head. "Read for yourself" Multiple things were crossed out or underlined, but a note at the bottom was circled saying "Bisexual" John glared at Sherlock "Was this an act to try and flirt with me?" "But am I ever WRONG?" He turned his head so Sherlock was now gazing up at John. John didn't answer, but plopped back down onto his bed "So what are you?" Asking the question once again. "We've been through this before" Irritation was settling on Sherlock. "But if you are going to keep doing this I think I have the right to ask" "I think you know" Sherlock tried not to turn rose pink now, shaking the notepad off his head. "Well time for me to do some deducing," John looked at the notepad and closely at the scratched out sentences, "'cute when sleeps' Seriously Sherlock?" Sherlock sat at the corner of the bed and shrugged. "Excuse you." John just sat up and jumped quickly out of bed, making it out of routine still from the war. He grabbed sone jeans and a sweater and exited the room, not before turning to Sherlock and saying, "I will be changing in the bathroom because I have a feeling you won't be leaving this room with me in it," He snorted. "Whatever. Fine. Take your time. Do keep that in mind. Alrighty." Sherlock kept his tone mild and neutral, but rose to get dressed as well in his usual. John got dressed, but right before going out of the bathroom smiled to himself. Sherlock might like me, he thought, and his soul seemed lighter. John walked out to see Sherlock and a client sitting near the fireplace. "Oh hello! Sherlock why didn't you yell and tell me we had a client! My name is John Watson." John gazed over to Sherlock and he returned the stare. The women stared at Sherlock and John, and sighed "So you're a couple?" Sherlock could feel his face burn bright red, and could feel the angry gaze of John burning into him. "I didn't say that..." He spit out the words quickly, pressing his fingertips together and laying it on his face. "I mean...no... Not nessicarily..." He looked longingly to the window then back to the woman. "Your case, miss?" John smirked "No I want to learn more about this conversation you had with this young lady." He turned to her "Sorry to trouble you, but I must know. How did this conversation come about?" The lady smiled "I asked him if he had a girlfriend and he said no. I then asked about a boyfriend and he said possibly. I then assumed he meant you." John returned the smile "Well I think in his head he certainly is dating me, hmm Sherlock?" Sherlock looked away. "Hmm? What? Possibly. Just possibly." He felt guilty and excited, looking down and not wanted to see John's disapproving look boring into him. John changed the subject. "So yeah the case?" When they were done dealing with the client, John said his goodbyes and closed the door, then running up to confront Sherlock. "So you really have a crush on me." He kept his head down. "Nailed it, Watson." He barely whispered. "Well," John laughed a little, "I really hope you aren't joking with me because, I like you too" Sherlock looked up, a small smile. "You...you do?" John tried to control himself before, but now there were no risks. He kissed Sherlock passionately. Sherlock's eyes flew open, then closed. He held on, leaning closer to John. John released and gasped, stuttering "Sorry... About that." "I don't see why you're so sorry. I don't mind." Sherlock calmly brushed a lock from his eyes. John smirked "So how long have you been keeping this from me?" "Remember when we first met? That night at the restaurant? And you asked if I had a boyfriend?" Sherlock smiled gently. "Yes clearly." "Well that's how long" "I remember when I walked into the lab and you looked from your telescope. Not to sound creepy but it took all my will to not stare at your eyes for so long. I needed to see if you were, well real, as crazy as it sounds. The moment your fingers touched mine it hit me with electricity. That's how long I have been in love with you and haven't told you." "Really?..." Sherlock sounded tooken aback, then smiled. "Too odd for it to be that instantaneous, yeah I thought the same" John held his head down. "No shame, John." Sherlock whispered. "It wasn't, obvious, was it?" "I would have never guessed." "Umm I guess I should mention that Irene did. She knew I liked you." Sherlock shifted. "Did she? Ahhhhh it all makes sense." "What were the clues? Sorry but I was pretty surprised when she told me." "Denial. And others can see it before the quarry. Simple, John." Clearly pleased with himself, Sherlock picked up his violin and began to play. John didn't have to not stare anymore. He grabbed some tea and sat down, watching Sherlock's face "So what are we now?" "It's your call. Anything you want," Sherlock faced him. "Can we be... Well together? As a couple?" John's eyes shone with hope. Sherlock's eyes glimmered. "Brilliant. Yes!" John exhaled and smiled. "Thank you Sherlock. For being Perfect." Sherlock only finished his composition and said to John "I couldn't be without my blogger"