Sherlock's finger tapped in rapid succession while John looked around everywhere in the restaurant except at his date. When they had arrived at Angelo's, Angelo himself had set the two in a private corner of the restaurant. The jovial man had set a candle down in between them and John smiled in thanks. Angelo winked at Sherlock while he walked away, the consulting detective blushed ever so slightly but remained stoic as always. The two remained as awkward as two teenagers on their first date, and they might as well have been.

John coughed, blushing slightly, "So Sherlock…. The case with the guard….. who do you think…"

"Moriarty, obviously, he's simply trying to prove a point, even an idiot could see it," Sherlock said in an utterly bored tone. That, however, was only on the surface. Inside he was a mass of nerves and worry. 'Why does this have to be so awkward! Why do emotions have to be so difficult,' he shouted in his mind.

John took notice of the Detective's tone and looked down slightly forlorn. They had only been at the restaurant for ten minutes and he was already bored. 'Maybe I'm just too boring,' John thought and his heart sank. He was just a plain old army doctor, how could he compete with the genius.

Sherlock watched as John's expression fell and the soldier looked miserably away, lost in thought. Had he said something wrong? What could he do? He didn't want to upset John, especially not now. "Ummm…. What…. Uh… do you think about…." He looked around for a moment and he blurted out the first thing he saw, "Wigs!"

John looked taken aback, "What?"

"I… uh- said…. What do you think about…. Wigs?" Sherlock floundered hopelessly. He remained more composed than he did inwardly for below the surface he was shouting at himself for his stupidity. 'Wigs! Really!? Well done Sherlock! Really well done!' he seethed.

John's sad expression fled, leaving behind one of surprise and for a moment Sherlock thought he would get up and leave but then something amazing happened.

John burst out into laughter and Sherlock felt himself joining in, "Oh Sherlock what are we doing? We're acting like hormonal teenagers!" He said his voice peeling off into small chuckles.

"Well I'm certainly not accustomed to anything like dating so what's your excuse," Sherlock said in between chuckles.

John suddenly looked down, his face turning red, "W-Well…. It's just that…. Your Sherlock Holmes… and I'm just…. You know…. Me," he said hopelessly embarrassed that he was even admitting his fears.

Sherlock blinked in surprise, "I agreed to come here with you because you are you," he said seriously. He surprised John by taking his hand in his own pale one, "There is something about you John, something different, something special. I don't know what it is yet but if you let me… I intend to find out," As he was saying this, the detective had been gradually growing closer to the soldier, until he finished his speech and captured John's warm lips with his own. A spark of warmth surged through the detective and he filed it away in his ever growing space in his mind palace labeled John.

John's eyes widened in surprise at first before he leaned into the cool lips. Closing his eyes he opened his mouth ever so slightly to allow Sherlock's tongue to surge into his mouth. Sherlock's tongue explored the soldier's mouth with surprising enthusiasm and the detective had never felt so happy, so complete.

John hands came up and he gently cradled Sherlock's cool face in his warm palms. Sherlock smiled and pulled away, Leaning closer and gently placing his forehead on the blonde's.

John smiled, totally and utterly happy and Sherlock mirrored it with one of his own. In Sherlock's world, John's smile could light the darkest night. God how he loved this man.

Sherlock froze, his face morphed into an expression of surprise.

Love?

Had he… Just admitted to being in love with John? He gazed levelly at the man across from him. His deep blue eyes swimming with happiness and the soft light giving him an angelic glow, his smile was just as soft and held so much love that he had only seen in other people and never directed at him. But it was for him, and him alone. That thought gave Sherlock hope. He returned John's smile.

Yes, perhaps he was in love and he found that he didn't mind that as much as he thought he would.

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"Are you sure?" The voice seethed into the phone.

"Yup Lad's in love with Johnny Watson," Finny said, still eyeing the two through the window as they kissed. Sherlock pulled away and placed his forehead against the soldiers only confirming Finny's suspicions. He sat back with a satisfied smirk. "When can I move in?"

"Soon, very soon," the voice said.

Finny smiled in excitement, "Oh this'll be good."

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"No Sherlock I'll pay, really," John insisted, but Sherlock just ignored him and continued to remove a hundred dollar bill from his wallet and handed it to Angelo, who smiled, "No this one's on the house for my favorite couple," he smiled knowingly.

John smiled and blushed but it felt good and oh so right. Sherlock was smiling like a fool in love, which was nothing but the truth.

John watched with interest as Sherlock replaced the bill into his wallet, "Where did you get that money," he asked with mock suspicion.

Sherlock glanced up at him with an expression of amusement, "I might have swiped it from Mycroft the last time we saw him," he mumbled.

John laughed, "Sherlock you should know better," he said with mock scorn.

Sherlock laugh haughtily, "It's not like he's going to miss it." They looked at each other for a moment and both burst into laughter.

They gathered up their coats and left, thanking Angelo as they went. As soon as they stepped outside they were hit with a torrential downpour. "Good old London," John muttered pulling his coat further around him, shivering.

Sherlock laugh and stepped closer. He opened his trench coat and wrapped it around John, all the while hugging him closer. John flushed in pleasure and looked up at the detective, who kissed him gently on the nose. John smiled and snuggled closer to his detective, who squeezed him tighter.

Sherlock called a cab and reluctantly let John out of his coat, who was just as reluctant to leave. They both quickly clambered into the cab and for a moment they sat in silence. Until John felt a cool hand wrap around his. He looked down at it in surprise and realized they had done this before, only the roles had been reversed.

"Sherlock," the soldier asked, immediately gaining the detectives attention, "I… I feel like I'm forcing you to move to fast. I mean…. Just this morning you were hesitant to take my hand and now you're kissing me like you were in the restaurant. Which was great by the way," he added hastily. "I'm just saying, I don't want us to move to fast if you're not comfortable."

Sherlock was genuinely flattered by John's concern over his feelings. He kissed his soldier on the forehead, "John, you should know that if we were moving too fast, I would not hesitate to tell you," he said fondly.

John chuckled, "True, that is what I would expect from the world's only consulting detective," John looked down in thought. "It's just that…. You seemed so… hesitant just a few days ago," John paused, "Why the sudden change?"

Sherlock sighed; he had been pondering this question himself and he still had no answer, but he decided to try, for John. "It's you John. You make me do and say things that I never thought I would. Not to mention how you make me…. Feel. This," he gestured in between them with his free hand, "This is all new to me, but for once I'm actually doing what I feel is right," he looked straight into John's eyes and smiled, "And it feels so right, like I was meant to be with you," suddenly he ran a hand through his hair and his eyes reflected uncertainty, "God I've never sounded so sentimental."

John laughed and Sherlock felt his heart flutter for the hundredth time. "I think it's perfect," the soldier said and he kissed Sherlock's forehead.

Sherlock scoffed, "I'm being so sentimental! I sound like a school girl," He fumed.

John laughed, "God I love you." They both froze and John swallowed heavily. Shit, he'd said it! He'd actually said it! "Sherlock no I- I just," he stammered and looked away from the surprised face.

He felt a hand gently tug at his chin and bring it around to face the detective. To John's surprise his face was smiling. The detective pulled the soldier into a deep kiss and the soldier melted. All feelings of fear and anxiety fell away and he was totally absorbed into the kiss.

"I love you too John," Sherlock whispered when he pulled away.

They were both interrupted by a light cough from the cabbie, who was turned around looking at them with a knowing glint in his eyes. "221B baker street," he said and extended his palm.

John insisted on paying and gave the man the money. The two lovers bolted from the cab and into their shared flat. They ran up the stairs and both curled up together on the couch.

They sat there together, talking about random things, anything that came to mind. Eventually John yawned and his eyes drooped, "Well Sherlock, I had a great time and would love to do it again. Goodnight," he said and got up to retire to his room, but was stopped by a hand on his sleeve. He turned to face the owner of the hand. Sherlock refused to meet his eye and his cheeks were dusted a light pink. "Yes?" John said with some amusement.

"I-I was wondering… if you…. Would…" he trailed off into mumbles.

John leaned closer, "What?"

"I was wondering if you would sleep with me!?" He blurted suddenly, taking John totally aback. He looked angry at himself as he stumbled on, "O-Only if you wanted too," He mumbled.

John watched Sherlock mumble and fiddle with his hands nervously and thought it was the most adorable thing he had ever seen. "I would love too, love. But are you sure I thought-?"

"I-I don't want to.. you know….do that… But I was just thinking you could… just sleep with me…. Maybe even share…. Share a room," He stumbled, "It would be wise economically, just to have to pay for one room instead of two. And I thought it would be ok since… you know… we're… together," he asked blushing more furiously, like he was asking his parents to go out for the first time.

John was surprised, but delightfully so, "Are you sure Sherlock? I mean… I would love too but I thought you weren't ready for something like this yet?"

"I wasn't before but… I feel so sure of it now," he said more to himself than to John.

The soldier smiled brightly, "Well if you're alright with it than I'm fine with it too," he said and kissed Sherlock in his tousle of curls.

Sherlock smiled up at John. It was a smile of pure happiness and bliss. It took John's breath away. "I'll tell Mrs. Hudson that we'll only be needing one room tomorrow," John said and he turned to leave when he was stopped again, "I thought you said…."

"I am Sherlock, I just need to get a pillow and get changed, I'll be right back," he smiled brightly and left.

Sherlock changed quickly and went back into the sitting room. He sat in silence hardly recognizing himself. Just a few days ago he never would have contemplated sharing his bed with anyone, but then again John did that to him. He had turned Sherlock's world on its head and the detective did not regret a minute of it.

John returned moments later to Sherlock with a smile and they both went into Sherlock's room. John threw his pillow onto the bed and lay down and Sherlock joined him.

John almost expected it to feel awkward but he was pleasantly surprised at how right it felt. He felt an arm wrap around his shoulder and draw him closer. He curled into the detective, snuggling into his neck and sighed.

The detective held his soldier closer and smiled, he was so happy. He never thought he could change so quickly but then again…..

John did that to him.

Well that's it! I hope you liked it as much as I did and if so, do not be afraid to tell me. Read and Review! The next few chapters are going to be one shots detailing John and Sherlock's relationship as it progresses. Don't worry though Finny will be reentering the story soon.