Chapter 6

A/N: New chapter! Prepare for the fluffiness… So Laura (a guest) left a review asking for an update which made me think maybe I am taking too long to write a new chapter, I am not sure but I have been busy so… anyway here it is. Enjoy!

John raised his harms locking one around Sherlock´s neck while taking the other and cuping the detective´s cheek.

Sherlock´s long and elegant arms surrounded John´s waist pulling him closer as the doctor got on his tiptoes and whispered on Sherlock´s ear.

"You have no idea how many times I have daydreamed about this…"

John´s breathe made Sherlock´s ear tingle and sent shivers down the consulting detective´s neck and spine. John bit Sherlock´s earlobe lightly making his breath louder and irregular.

John kissed Sherlock´s neck slowly, then his cheek and finally got to his lips, brushing his own lips against the detective´s the two men kissed slowly but passionately. They had been waiting for this moment for too long and now that they were experiencing it neither of them wanted to let go.

Sherlock slowly begun to walk towards the sofa never letting John go. He pushed John with him never taking his lips out of the doctor´s. He laid on the sofa pushing John to rest on top of him, their bodies intertwined joined in every inch.

Sherlock was not the only one breathless anymore. They both felt breathless and weightless, the only thing keeping them close to earth was the weight of what they felt each other, something deep, strong, majestic but completely and totally indescribable, unexplainable with a pinch of madness. But isn´t that what love feels like?

John buried his hand in the incredibly soft dark curls of Sherlock´s hair, while he sucked lightly on the detective´s bottom lip and bit it lightly.

Sherlock felt so good, his lips were so soft as well as his skin, he tasted so good, the presence of his body underneath John´s was the closest description to heaven John could think of. John had admired this man for so long, he found him brilliant, a genius when most people found him a cold psychopath. "High functioning sociopath" was the common response Sherlock gave people who told him that but John knew he wasn´t a psychopath nor a sociopath. Sherlock had feelings and it was always John who brought them to the surface.

John always screamed to people how straight he was and how him and Sherlock were NOT a couple, this behavior increased when the doctor started to notice that his admiration for Sherlock was, most of the times, too strong to be consider platonic. The doctor tried to ignore it, repress it but the feeling kept there, in the bottom of his heart, repressed but undeniably there and John stopped denying it to himself and allowed his mind to fantasize about how it would be if he could ignore his pride and ego and admit his love for his flatmate, how it would be to have the man of his dream´s in his harms. That´s what he wanted, right? It did not matter that he had always dated women, did it? He knew that what he felt for Sherlock was not simply admiration and it was definitely not just platonic.

Sherlock had always loved John. Since the day he met him he couldn´t take his eyes out of the army doctor that was now his flatmate. The way John kept getting amazed by his work, by his rational thinking, by what he was truly left Sherlock speechless. After years of being called a freak, crazy, cold, empty, aberration and sociopath because of his way of thinking and personality there it was, someone who found him brilliant for the exact same reasons. The consulting detective never thought he would ever love someone after the few people that he had loved and that were a complete disappointment but loving John Watson was so easy… What did the doctor have to make him unlovable? To Sherlock, absolutely nothing. The detective did not have high expectations for being reciprocated. John loved to tell people that he TOTALLY straight and because of that Sherlock never allowed himself to think about what if´s.

John was kissing him right now wasn´t he? He would not do it for any reason. He was not doing it because he pitied Sherlock, was he? Sherlock was pretending he liked John, was he? Was this a joke? Did John just felt a bit desperate? Both men started to feel uncertain. Their kisses were getting slower, filed with doubt. They pulled apart.

"John…Maybe we should talk a bit more about this…"

Sherlock´s voice was low he still felt dizzy like he had just travelled from another dimension for which the edge was John´s lips.

John nodded. He felt dizzy as well.

"Yes… Maybe we should clarify some things…"

They sat on the sofa, next to each other, both felling empty as soon as the contact between their bodies was broke.

"Look, John I don´t want you to do this just because you pity me… I…I know you have always dated women so… I know you always said you were straight and…I…I just…"

Sherlock was mumbling, John had never seen him like this but he found it kind of cute. He took Sherlock´s cheek in his hand making the detective raise his head and look at him right in the eyes.

"Sherlock stop…. Yes I have always dated women but…what about it? I always said I was straight because I had never felt otherwise and when I started having feelings for you I was trying to deny them because….I had never thought about a man that way but who cares? I never felt anything this strong for anyone. I love you so much, Sherlock. I know you, I know you deserve someone who loves you not someone who pities you…I would never do that to you… I am madly and deeply in love with you and I am not letting a label as insignificant as "straight" stop me from being happy with the person I love… I don´t need to label myself to feel secure anymore, Sherlock. I love you and having you, having the honor of calling you my boyfriend is all I need."

John had tears in his eyes but his voice didn´t shake for even a second. He meant it, with all his heart. Sherlock had tears rolling down his face. The detective reached for John hugging him tightly.

"I love you so much, John. I never thought I could ever have you in my harms… I…"

"I know, Sherlock… I know. I love you too, so much."

John laid on the sofa pushing Sherlock who rested his head on John´s chest. The doctor wiped the tears rolling down the detective´s eyes and kissed him in the forehead.

The two men lost track of time enjoying each other´s presence. Bodies intertwined and minds full of memories about each other. They spent hours in that sofa, cuddling, kissing and snuggling like their life´s depended on it. They couldn´t simply let go so they kept enjoying the time they had together.

John found himself lost in Sherlock´s lips again, he didn´t needed to pretend anymore nor did Sherlock so they just let it all out which resulted in an extreme difficulty in keeping their hand to themselves.

John pulled away slowly, sucking on Sherlock´s lip as he backed away.

"So… how did you solve it?"

"Solved what?!"

"The case, Sherlock."

John smirked and Sherlock let out a little giggle. The consulting detective was thinking about everything except for that bloody case.

"You will see…we probably should go talk to Lestrade tomorrow but for now….I was enjoying being quite with you very much."

Sherlock smirked and leaned in kissing away the grin that John could not hide.

The case didn´t crossed their minds anymore that afternoon. They were exactly where they wanted to be. In each other´s arms, this vanished everything else leaving only them, together. Their bodies, their minds and their feelings synchronized and that was more than enough. It was perfect.