"John, how's Sherlock?" Mycroft started, I could tell by his voice that he was about to say something that he wasn't sure he wanted to say. God it was like Sherlock had rubbed off on me.
I mentally kicked myself, I shouldn't think like that. It brought back memories of when I glimpsed him leave the bathroom after a shower in just a towel. He'd been so beautiful, his snowy white skin, not a hair visible on his chest and the damp black hair that covered part of his face. I'd almost cum then and there when I'd seen that and it'd taken everything I had to stop myself.
I brought myself back to the conversation I was having with his brother. I couldn't have people knowing how much I loved Sherlock for there was no way Sherlock would…
I wouldn't let myself finish that train of thought.
"Fine" I replied as I tried to keep myself calm. Well mainly he'd been very bored because he couldn't find himself a case but Mycroft didn't need to know that and Sherlock would hate it if I told him.
"Hmm…well I've been asked to talk to you by my mother about your relationship with Sherlock-"
I cut in mid sentence. "We're not a couple!" I only just stop myself yelling. Mycroft looked shocked by my reaction. I only wish Sherlock was mine, but since it wasn't going to happen I wished people would stop saying we were.
"Actually that's just it, she has an eye for these things and she couldn't help but notice how much the two of you loved each other. John, Sherlock loves you!"
My heart missed a beat, he loved me! All this time I'd spent worrying about what to do and he loved me.
It took me a little time to recover from the news. When I had, I stood, thanked him for the information and left.
I had to see Sherlock, I had to hear it from his own dreamy lips.
Could all my dream come true?
