We walk into Speedy's hand in hand- the door quietly swinging closed behind us. As I look around, I don't recognize anyone from school.
'Even if they were here,' I think to myself. 'I wouldn't care if they saw us together..'
Sherlock and I pick a booth and I slide onto one of the leather seats. Sherlock sits across from me, placing his hands together under his chin. My breath catches in my throat when I look up at him, staring right at me; studying me.
"John."
"Mm?"
"What do you want?"
"Oh. I.. I don't know.. I haven't been here before."
"Ah." He responds.
"Have you?"
"Yes. It's a nice quiet place to sit and think."
"Oh." I reply.
Seconds tick by agonizingly slow before he responds.
"John. You don't have to do this."
"What do you mean?"
"Go on this.. date.. with me."
"But I want to!"
"You.. do?"
"Of course." I say with a smile.
Sherlock doesn't say anything, he just stares past me out the open window.
"Sher?" I ask.
"Yes, John?"
"What's your favorite color?"
Sherlock laughs then- a deep laugh that makes my heart leap in my chest and makes my palms start to sweat.
"Sherlock, I'm serious! What is it?"
"Oh, John."
"What?"
"I love you."
"But that's not your favorite color.." I say teasingly.
He laughs again, crinkles appearing on the sides of his eyes. I lean foreword, placing my elbows on the table.
"What is it?" I ask again.
He opens his eyes to look at me, and his eyes are a very light blue. I can feel his fingers caressing my cheek lightly, and I start to close my eyes. 'I love how easily he can put a spell on me..' I think.
"It's blue."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Mine's green."
"Ah. I see. Is this your attempt at conversation?"
"I… I guess-"
Sherlock laughs again; the sound creating thousands of tiny butterflies in my stomach. I sit back down on the other side of the booth.
"John, just be you. Say what you want to say- and if you don't have anything to say, it's alright. I don't want you to try too hard for my sake."
"Oh, alright.."
"I want you to have a good time, John. Don't ever think otherwise."
I rest my hand on the table, and Sherlock takes it in both of his.
"Sher-"
"I love you, John. And if you are not enjoying yourself, we will leave."
"No, Sherlock. I.. I want to stay, ok?"
"Alright." Sherlock says, smiling.
He doesn't let go of my hand.
After a while, Greg Lestrade- an old friend of mine- walks over to take our orders.
"John!"
"Hey, Greg!" I say. "You work here now?" I ask.
"Oh, yeah. I have to, I guess. And.. who's this?"
"This is Sherlock."
Sherlock nods toward Greg, never letting go of my hand.
"You two are.." Greg starts.
"Together." I say, smiling.
"Wow! John, I'm so happy for you!" He says.
"Thanks, Greg."
"So, what will it be for you both?"
After we finish at Speedy's, Sherlock and I walk over to the library. As we browse the shelves, Sherlock finds several books he wants to read. I find one that I haven't read yet- the last in a series of 7 books. We walk over to one of the large couches and sit down. Immediately as he starts reading, Sherlock wraps one of his arms around me. I blush dark red.
"Sher-"
"Should I stop?" Sherlock asks softly.
"No." I say. I kiss him quickly on the cheek and go back to my book. After a couple minutes, however, it became clear to me that I was reading the same sentence over and over again. I sigh, placing the book on my lap. Instead, I look at Sherlock as he reads.
He is a fast reader. He reads with an intense look on his face, as though he is dissecting the book letter by letter. It's fascinating; watching him. His bright blue eyes dart across every line, absorbing every detail- every paragraph. Before I know it, he has finished the one thousand page book and moved on to the next one. I am absolutely mesmerized.
As we sit in our secret nook in the library, I fall more and more in love with him. All the little details about him.. All his little imperfections.. I fall in love with it all…
I snuggle closer to him, closing my eyes. "Sherlock.. Can you… read to me."
It takes him a moment to process what I have said- but when he does, I feel him bring me closer to him. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his pounding heartbeat.
Sherlock's deep reading voice seems to set my body on fire, and turns me on like crazy. I don't even care about what book he's reading- all I care about is him murmuring in my ear. After a couple pages, I can't take it anymore.
"Sherlock."
"Mm?"
I move slightly so I can look at him properly. "Sherlock. Kiss me."
"John-"
"Now. Sherlock. Kiss me like it's the end of the world. Please.. I need you to kiss me like you're never going to see me again.."
Sherlock doesn't object. Quickly, he attacks my mouth with the most amazing kiss I have ever experienced. His hands are in my hair, gently pulling me to him. I lean on top of him, pressing him into the couch cushions. His hands move down my neck and onto my back. I hear the book fall to the floor, but we do not separate to pick it up.
Our hearts are beating as one; furiously and almost painfully.
"Sherlock… You're so damn sexy.. Jesus…"
"John.. I want.. God, I want all of you…"
"Sherlock.. Stay. Stay with me.."
"Always, John.. Always…"
We finally separate, but I continue to lay on top of him. Sherlock's arms hold me in a protective embrace- and I don't want him to let go.
"Sherlock.. I love you… I love you so much."
"John.. You are my light. You are part of my very being. I.. I wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for you. I know all of this happened very suddenly.. but I can't stop thinking about you, and what you do to me."
"Sherlock.. I feel the same way. I don't want to spend a day without you. I want to stay here.. in your arms. So, please.. Don't let me go…"
