A few days later Sherlock had his list. He had worked up enough nerve to talk to John. He had no idea what he was going to say.
Sherlock sat, perched on a chair by the window waiting for the Doctor to return home. Sherlock remembered him muttering about the mess and the lack of edible food in the house and that he was going to the store.
Sherlock was glad for the alone time to think of what he was going to say when he did get home.
Sherlock was half-way to panicked when he heard a key in the door, the sound of boots coming up the stairs, and the rusting of grocery bags being brought up. He jumped from his position and straight to John, nearly knocking him over grabbing for the bags in his hands.
"Hello John. Let me help you with those."
"Hi Sherlock. Careful with that one! Its got eggs."
"Wonderful. I love eggs. Can we have a chat?" Sherlock said this so quickly is almost came out as one word. "Make yourself comfortable. Ill make us some tea." He said just as quickly. Away he went into the kitchen boiling water and putting some biscuits John had bought on a plate.
John knew what was coming and he was ready. Over the last couple days, John had been preparing himself for what was about to happen.
Sherlock returned to the living room with tea and biscuits in hand. He handed John his cup and placed the plate on a nearby table. He looked down at John, pursing his lips, thinking of where to start.
"John. I have something that I'd like to bring to your attention." He fumbled with his hands looking for the right words to say. "As you know, we have lived in this flat for three years. You are one of the only people that I can stand to be around for more than a few minutes. You are an intelligent man, and you have earned my respect - even though you can be infuriating at times."
Sherlock then started pacing back and forth, hands behind his back.
"As you know we haven't had a case in quite a while and I've had a lot of time to think and I -"
John set down his tea and stood up suddenly, cutting Sherlock off short. Sherlock stopped in his tracks and watched the Doctor walk over to him by the window.
"I have a feeling I know what you're going to say Sherlock. And, Ive been thinking it over these last few days and I want you to know that I feel the same."
With that, John closed the gap between him and Sherlock, placed a hand behind the detectives neck and pulled Sherlocks lips to his.
Sherlock froze. His mind racing. Sherlock had not expected this. Had not expected to ever be this close to John. All Sherlock could do was stand there, frozen, shocked, his mind working at a mile a minute trying to figure out Johns motives.
John broke the kiss, pulled away from Sherlock and looked into the detectives eyes, searching for something, anything to let John know what Sherlock was thinking. Sherlock glared at John stepped back slowly and as quickly as he could, went straight to his room, locked the door, and picked up his violin.
John, left standing in the living room, felt like he never had before. Of the number of women who had rejected him, it was Sherlock that hurt the most. It was a daring move to make, but he didn't expect Sherlock to react so negatively. This is what Sherlock wanted as well. Wasnt it? Hurt and confused, John headed towards his room, passing by the detectives, listening to anything other than the sound of his violin. Hearing nothing he sighed a went to his room, dreading what tomorrow had in store for him.
