John leans against Sherlock and sighs deep in thought. Thinking about the wonderful week they have had together. He has never felt the urge to show the world how much he loves Sherlock but he can't help but wonder if Sherlock wants the same thing. To broadcast their love for everyone to see. John knows that releasing to the world that they are an item will come at a cost. Sherlock could lose cases, everyone would gossip about their relationship, the paperazzi would be even worse then they are now. John loves Sherlock more then anything and he will never come between Sherlock and his work as a consultant.

Sherlock huffs in displeasure and bumps his nose against John's temple "Stop it love."

John blinks in confusion and turns slightly to face the younger man "Wha?"

Sherlock kisses his nose " You've over thinking John." He brushes his lips against the other man's forehead lovingly "I love you John Hamish Watson, I do not give a rats arse who likes it or doesn't. I could care less if the Queen disagrees with my choice in lover. There is absolutely nothing anyone can say or do to make me regret loving you. I wouldn't trade you for anything this world has to offer. "

John blinks attemtping to stop the tears from sliding down his face but to no avail. He cannot believe that the man curled up against his side knows him as well as he does, knows exactly how to ease his fears and most of all, loves him for who he is. "Oh Sherlock!" He sobs quietly and clings to the man as if his life depended on it.

"Shh Darling, please don't cry." He whispers words of comfort into Johns hair, holding him tightly, rubbing his hands up and down his back.
It takes a good 10 minutes to calm John down. Once the tears have stopped streaming down his face, Sherlock places his hands on either side of John's face. He leans down and kisses his lips softly then pulling back enough to kiss the tears off his bloggers face. "I never meant to upset you John."

John smiles up at his detective. "Oh Sher, I wasn't crying because I was sad. I was crying because I was happy. I just love you so damn much, and knowing you know exactly who I am and you still love me, it makes my heart ache with happiness. "

Sherlock grins and kisses John again. " John you have my heart till I take my last dying breathe, and even after that I promise you I'm forever yours."

John chuckles into the kiss. " Your such a romantic sap. "

"Only you bring it out in me. " He leans back against the arm of the couch, pulling John with him. John smiles and lays down. Resting his head on Sherlocks chest and sighing softly.

"I love you."

Sherlock smiles againt the other mans hair, wrapping his arms around John's back and holds him close. "And I love you my darling."
Both men close their eyes smiling, letting the beat of each others heart lure them into a peaceful sleep.

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Mrs. Hudson makes her way up the stairs to bring her boys some tea. She is definitly not their housekeeper, she loves both of them as her own children. After finding out from John how rough his childhood was, his mother being a dead beat who didn't care and a father who was in the army for most of his childhood, She made a vow to herself to take care of John as she would her own son. "Boys, I have tea.."

She stops short of finishing her sentence upon what she sees before her. John was laying on Sherlocks chest, Sherlock had his arms wrapped tightly around the smaller man and laying on the couch.

'Shh.' Sherlock whispered to the older woman. 'He's asleep' He mouthed to her now that he had her attention.

smiled softly at Sherlock and nods, gesturing to the kitchen 'I'll just sit these on the table.'

Sherlock nods and smiles back softly.

She returns to the sitting room and makes her way out of the flat. Stopping short she gestures to the both of them cuddling on the sofa ' I'm glad you boys finally told each other. 'She whispers softly before retreating downstairs.

She goes to open the door to her flat giggling to herself. She leaves her door open and walks into the kitchen to get herself a cupa. She smiles, happy to know her boys finally told each other how they feel. Mrs Hudson hears some footsteps enter the flat and as she looks at her doorway she see's Mycroft go towards the stairs.

"Mycroft!"

Said man stops and turns towards the older woman. "Yes Mrs Hudson?"

"You can't go up there."

Mycroft blinks in confusion. "And why not?"

Mrs. Hudson smiles. "because Sherlock and John are having some time to themselves."

Mycroft frowns getting a displeased look on his face to which makes the older woman chuckle.

"I went up to give them some tea and i found Sherlock on the couch, with John sound asleep on his chest."She smiles at the memory

"Care for some tea Mycroft?"

Mycroft smiles at the news, happy to hear that John and his little brother worked things out. He hadn't heard from Sherlock since earlier in the week and when neither man answered their mobile, Mycroft had feared the worst. "That would be lovely."