Johnlocked

It was a dark gloomy night in London, and it had just started to snow, it meant that Christmas was finally around. Sherlock was standing by the window, admiring the sunset, and he was playing the violin, strumming his fingers on the strings. "John!" He called.

John heard the call of his name, and he immediately rushed out to see what the detective needed, "Yes Sherlock?" He asked sweetly, smiling at the tune. "That sounds lovely.."

Soon, Sherlock turned, staring down at the doctor. "Ah, I guess it's fine. Can you get my phone for me? I need to text Molly. I might have upset her at the dinner." John nodded knowingly. Sherlock always seemed to say the wrong things to the poor woman. He handed him his phone, and Sherlock quickly messaged her. "It's a nice night." He stated.

John nodded in agreement, and soon they both moved towards the window to stare off in the cold, misty night. Sherlock's hand wrung around John's small waist, and he pulled him in closer. It was time to make his move. It had been too long.

As soon as the hand was felt, John swallowed and he daringly inched closer, not know what else he could do, blushing a bit since he was interested in the detective. "John?" "Yes Sherlock?" Sherlock flickered his eyes down at the smaller man he admired, "I love you.." He whispered out of the blue.

The words came out nonchalantly, and that's what mostly shocked John, in fact, his eyes went completely wide, and at first he was frozen in his position. "Sherlock, I love you too.."

Sherlock smiled, feeling as if his whole life had been changed for the better. All his dreams were now fulfilled. He had the man of his dreams right in his arms.

Soon, they were staring at each other, Sherlock began moving downward, since John was a whole lot shorter, which he honestly thought was the most adorable thing ever. After a while their lips met in a passionate kiss, and John got up on his tiptoes, making a hum of approval.

Just then, Mrs. Hudson walked in on them, and they both strayed away from each other. "I knew it!" She exclaimed in happiness, "I knew something was going on in between you two!"

Sherlock didn't seem to mind, and John didn't himself, and so they rejoined, holding each others hand fondly. "Yes, we, just so happen to have figured it out." Sherlock responded, not really ashamed that he loved his flatmate, and possibly future boyfriend.

"Ah, well we all knew before you did!" Mrs. Hudson said, "You just seemed to show so much compassion towards each other." John laughed, glancing down at his feet and he nodded, "Yes, I suppose we do. Especially when he slept in my lap. He was like a kitten, he seemed so peaceful."

Sherlock laughed, "Shut up." He teased, punching his arm lightly. "Well, I'll leave you two at it! Call me if you boys need anything!" she said happily, making small squeals as she left the flat. "She seems happy." "Delighted." "How brilliant." Sherlock said, and soon he returned back to kissing him. "How about we make some tea and cuddle?"

"I'd love to."

THE END.