This one's slightly too long, but I don't think you'll mind, I thought it was a rather pretty confrontation. I had good material to work with :)
Sherlock had hated every one of John's girlfriends, which said a lot, because his flatmate brought all kinds of girls around.
He'd never bothered to be civil to them, which worked out for the detective most times anyway; as they didn't last very long.
So they danced around one another; John with his dates, Sherlock with his barbed complaints and sarcastic comments.
"Out with another girl?" said Sherlock one of these times, "Shame. There was a case in the heart of London tonight, not that you care."
"Sherlock, I'm always there!"
"No," replied the detective bitingly, "No, you aren't. And if it isn't Sarah or Belinda or some girl named Amy, it's someone else. And guess what? They're all gone within two weeks! And..." Sherlock shook his head, "Nevermind."
John paused, realization setting in. "And you're still here, aren't you?" said John softly, pausing at the door of 221B.
"You know what?" Sherlock smiled at his short flatmate, one of the fake smiles that it broke John's heart to see; the kind that had never been directed at him before, "Just go. I can handle the case."
"This isn't about the case, is it Sherlock?"
"I-"
"This is about you. And this is about me. And I finally think I understand."
"John-"
"Shh." John hushed him, approaching the taller man and pressing a finger to his lips to quiet him, rewarded by the fluttering of the other's eyelashes and loosening of his muscles, like one almost asleep. "I understand."
And then John sealed that understanding with a soft kiss, a barely-there butterfly-esque kiss, like all perfect first kisses were.
"John."
"Mm?"
"I-" Sherlock's voice goes husky as he leans in to reciprocate his flatmate's kiss, "I understand."
"Took you long enough."
The soft laughs as they close the door to 221B are music to Mrs. Hudson's ears.
She was so proud of her boys.
Hope you guys enjoyed this one, review please?
Brenda xoxo
