Hi it's me BenedictLover with another story, this one is the first chapter of many and I'm hopefully going to make it a mpreg one later into the story. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock
"Sherlock…" I say as he moves closer to me as I sit on the bed, he throws my walking stick on the other side off the room. I know what's coming.
"John, why can't you understand how I feel?" He suddenly blurts out as his hands ruffle my grey hair to the point where it's visually unpleasing.
"Holmes. What do you mean." I mutter as my own head starts to swim in multiple possibilities. His eyes grow wider as his movements stay constantly stiff as my eyes observe him overwhelming his thought patterns.
"Look at us John, really, LOOK." He says as his long hands ruffle his own black hair.
I look at us, from no one's perspective. Two men, one sitting on a bed, the other pacing around the room. One, a army doctor, the other- a detective of some sorts. The army doctor suddenly had a smile on his face.
"Sherlock Holmes… Are you implying?" I ask sneakily as Holmes finally stops dead in his tracks.
"You know what I'm implying. It's obvious even for you." He says shaking his head annoyingly.
"If it's true… Why us?" I ask him as he finally turns around giving me a full view of his deep hazelnut shaped eyes, that are the most gorgeous chestnut brown I have ever seen.
"We both know why. It needs no explanation, but do you- intend to, give it in return?" Sherlock says smirking as my face gives the answer away. Of course, well of course I would love him in return. I may as well embrace the cause if he returns it as well.
"Sherlock, I propose a experiment." I say holding my breath as he sits down next to me not looking in my direction. His purple shirt was all buttoned up, but showed the curves of Holmes waist perfectly.
"What may this experiment show?" He asks as his eyebrows furrow in frustration, but his lips crinkle in delight as I move closer towards him.
The more closer I headed towards Sherlock, the more my nose was tingling with his scent, it was so hard to describe it as my eyes measured every inch of his face. I thought I could smell cologne, but it was very strong. The only other scents that reached my thoughts were berries and roses. Very odd smells for a man dedicated to Science, but here I was meters away from his lips, and that was definitely what I had smelled.
I was so close up his eyelashes were seeable, when he blinked they softly touched the surface of his skin, he had crows eyes- mostly from not sleeping. Suddenly his lips were on top off mine, the texture of his lips were unbearable as he slowly bites my bottom lip in hesitation, the answer to our deduction was as simple as Anderson could get. This was not going to end fast.
Only written in like half an hour so don't kill me. No flames please.