Johnlock
Human Emotions
A/N - Hey everyone thanks for the kind reviews and thanks to the people who actually read the first chapter. Here as promised is the second chapter, so enjoy! Also if you want to give a suggestion feel free to send me a message :)
"You're a dick you know," John whispered, pressing his lips against Sherlock's. Sherlock froze immediately and John quickly retreated sensing instant rejection.
John cheeks flushed, eyes slightly watering as he saw Sherlock's expressionless face.
"Sherlock... I'l-I'll just be in my bedroom."
John rushed into his bedroom, cheeks flushing red and tears threatening to spill. Slamming the door behind him John slowly slid down, resting his heavy head in his hands.
His breath shaky and deep, silently cursing his brain for thinking that Sherlock would actually do something back. What was he expecting? 'I love you'?
John crawled over to his bedroom, slumping lazily on the pillows. Trying to listen to Sherlock moving and only hearing silence. He couldn't hear Sherlock freaking out or shooting/hurting something.
Little did John know that Sherlock was stood in the exact place that he had left him. Sherlock just stayed there, not daring to move. Replaying everything that had just happened, taking in every second. John leaning in, his soft lips, his shocked expression.
Sherlock just took in the little details, placing them in his mind place. A room designated to his faithful doctor.
Sherlock, after what had seemed like forever, started to move. Slowly moving around the apartment, trying to figure out where he was heading or what he was doing.
Turning round in circles countless times Sherlock stopped in front of the kettle. Thoughtless turning it on, getting out a cup and making sure he made it the way John liked it.
Treading lightly towards the doctor's bedroom, he placed the the cup of tea down on the floor. Sitting down next to it and leaning his head against the door.
"John? Are you awake?" Sherlock spoke, trying to hear a response from the other side.
"Mmm."
"I've made you some tea, would you like to come and get it?"
"No," A muffled voice called. Sherlock could hear covers moving around and some more muffled sounds.
"John... John? Alright then I'm coming in," Sherlcok grabbed the cup and stood up. Grabbing the handle and cautiously walking in. Seeing John throw the covers over his head.
"No! Sherlock, go out! I'll get it later," John shouted underneath the cover, holding them tightly so they wouldn't fall off.
Sherlock sighed and sat down at the end of the bed. Tugging ever so slightly on the covers, feeling them been sharply pulled back.
Sherlock got on his knees and moved futher up the bed, pulling the material quickly that John was left undercovered. His arms quickly covering his face before Sherlock could react.
"John, please. I'm not angry at you!" Sherlock pleaded, using his strength to pin each of John's arms above his head. "John..."
Red eyes and a streaked face looked up at Sherlock, fresh tears beginning to stain the doctor's face.