John sat down on the couch, staring emptily into the space in front of him. His eyes darted between the roaring fire and Sherlock's friend, the skull.
"John I'm home. Why aren't you answering your phone, we have a case. I need your opinion on some scrat-" Sherlock froze when he noticed his companion sitting on the couch seemingly frozen in place. *John appears to be traumatized but his hand isn't shaking so that's a no. No obvious signs of injury near the cerebral area, no apparent injuries whatsoever. Staring out into nowhere, no reaction to outward elements, and-
"Sherlock how would you define love? " Sherlock is thrown by the question. "I was-I was talking with my psychiatrist today and..." John trails off and turns toward the door where Sherlock stands.
*John has an expression of guilt, apprehension; he must be embarrassed. He cleared his throat; not a rhetorical question, must answer. *
"Love is the abused expression for the mixture of phenylethylamine, norepinephrine and dopamine in the brain that causes attraction. Why do you ask?" Sherlock's voice is cold and carries the calculating tone he uses whenever solving a problem.
"I just- I..." John can't muster the courage.
*He licks his lips, swallows a lump in his throat. A dirty secret, interesting.*
"Out with it John I don't have all day for this."
"Sherlock are you attracted to me?" It comes out rushed and nervous.
"John I must remind you that my first dedication is to my work; I can't-"
"Dammit Sherlock I'm not asking for a lifetime commitment. I just want to know if you find me physically attractive." John ends the statement with a hard exhale both relieved and frightened that he's aired his feelings. Sherlock sighs and after a long moment moves to stand in front of John. Once he takes position he does the one thing John would've never expected; the kiss is chaste but meaningful.
"Well John I'd have to answer yes I am attracted to you." John can't tell if it's the close proximity or the warm breath that hits his lips with every word but he loses control and traps Sherlock's lips in his own. This kiss is hot and passionate, lasting until both parties feel faint and separate for air.
"John, as you well know it is difficult for any human, even me, to function at full capacity while distracted, " Sherlock's voice is deeper and ragged; he slides a hand up John's thigh which earns a gasp. "Would you be interested in helping me clear my mind?"
*Deep breaths, glazed over eyes, pants seemingly tighter in the groin area*
"I'll be waiting in my room whenever you're ready. " Sherlock emphasizes the statement by loosening his tour and flashing a wanton smile. He barely makes it out the living area before he hears the familiar footsteps of his doctor following.
