Experiments In Interest
'Hmm. How...Interesting.' Sherlock thought as he rambled off facts about the victim of the newest Scotland Yard crime. No, the victim wasn't interesting. Just a dull, everyday, mundane person.
It was John. Of course it was John, he was seemingly ordinary on the outside, but the most, well, interesting person on the inside. John had said one of his usual "That's brilliant!" quips while his look of amazement was on plastered on his face. Sherlock continued to speak, but, for a mere second, his non-existent heart skipped a beat. 'Experiment to be run later.'
One later arrives, (case- finished within three and a half hours. Simple, really. John would probably call it "Purple Bookcase" on his blog later) Sherlock heads up to his room. Which is probably a health hazard... Not like he cares though, he has his doctor downstairs. 'Did I really? MY doctor? no. I meant- uhm...' The word "uhm" is not part of his vocabulary! But he just used it.. 'Yes. I meant my OWN doctor! Not belonging to me.'
He laid down flat on his bed, hands on his chest. He directed every thought to the one and only John. From the first day they met, to only moments ago. He felt a faint thump in his chest accelerate at an alarming rate. 'Is it supposed to do that?' His thoughts transformed into wonders. Like, what would John taste like? 'Tea. Maybe a hint of that damn jam he loves..' What would he smell like? How would John physically feel under him? All skin on- 'What is WRONG with me?'
He- Sherlock Holmes- was in love with one John Watson.
John's first thought at seeing Sherlock climb the stairs was 'Good. He's finally getting some sleep.' Then, 'Wow. It's really quiet without Sherlock. I wonder what he looks like while sleeping? I bet he looks pretty brilliant- Wait- what?' John wandered into the kitchen for some tea. Might as well have some toast and jam too. Mm, jam.
He pondered about Sherlock some more. (The same thoughts Sherlock was having. But, John doesn't know that) John came to a few conclusions.
1. Sherlock might just taste like nicotine..
2. He more than likely smelled like London.
3. Physically-
-He decided not to finish conclusion 3.
4. John Watson was in love with Sherlock Holmes
5. Sherlock could never feel the same way.
Sherlock woke, shocked to find that he had fallen asleep during an experiment. Just because he came to conclusion he loved John, doesn't mean it's over.
He needs to find out how John feels.
'That shouldn't be too difficult.' Since he was the World's Only Consulting Detective. Yes, the capital letters were necessary.
He strolled downstairs and said a casual "Good morning" to John. John nodded his response and handed Sherlock a cup of tea that he had just happened to have made for when his flatmate woke up. Sherlock smirked and began his deductions:
'Got an average amount of sleep- Occasional wake ups, but no nightmares. No hint of a limp (Good). Nothing new about the ex-army doctor.
Except his eyes. The blue was almost taken over by the black of his pupils. 50% bigger than they should have been. But, Sherlock could still see that fascinating blue, with a spark in it. John turned sideways, trying to hide his blushing. He knew Sherlock was looking at him, with a fierce look in those green-blue-gray (Still undetermined) eyes. He turned around to fine himself nose-to-nose with Sherlock. "Sher-" John attempted to speak, but was cut off by lips against his own. So he decided to mutter an "I love you" against Sherlock's mouth.
Sherlock back a moment, seemingly surprised at this revelation. "What?" John shuffled his feet while quietly repeating "I love you, Sherlock." Sherlock beamed, unable to stop, while he said "John bloody Watson, I love you too."
A mysterious force (known as themselves) pulled them back together, and both were lost in each other.