God, I feel like rubbish. The self-loathing isn't new, but it's more intense than it has been since John arrived. I'm sitting at the desk with my fingers touching beneath my chin when I hear John enter.
"Sherlock."
Now is no time for superiority, so I open my eyes and turn to look at him. He is shifting his weight and fidgeting with his hands. He obviously doesn't quite know what to say. I take a breath, stand, and go to sit on the couch. I gesture for him to sit next to me, if he wants to be that close to me at all... I am just a little surprised when he immediately sits down.
"I've been thinking... And-"
"John, I truly am sorry." I have to focus on my hands to keep them from flexing and clenching.
"I know, Sherlock, but you really have nothing to be sorry for."
My eyebrows furrow.
"Of course I do. If we had been any more forthright in our agreement, I would have been cheating on you."
"No, no, Sherlock, you were trying to save me."
"I could have found another way."
"You really think Moriarty would have let his whole plan fall apart just because you weren't willing? He... He knew what he wanted and how to get it. At least on that I can commend him."
I am silent. I let my eyes unfocus as I gaze down at the coffee table.
John does not speak either. Instead, he turns my face towards him with a hand on my cheek, and looks into my eyes.
"I love you, Sherlock Holmes. And I forgive you."
I swallow. I feel my lips part slightly, which draws his gaze, and it doesn't take a consulting detective to read his intentions. He leans forward and closes the gap between our mouths.
All thoughts of Moriarty disappear as I am pulled once again into the scent and flavor unique to Sherlock Holmes. I feel more than hear the low moan in the detective's throat as he pushes me back onto the couch.
Sometimes I forget how agile he can be, and this is one of those times. I am caught off-guard when he swings a leg over me, and now it's my turn to moan as his crotch comes into contact with mine. He pulls back to look down into my eyes.
"John Watson," he kisses me once. "...I love you."
AN: Blargh, I know this is rubbish. It's short and anticlimactic, and I will probably edit it some time in the future... But it's just been sitting on my computer, waiting for school to slow down so I can REALLY finish it, and the chances of that happening just keep getting smaller and smaller so I just thought I'd upload what I had. Sorry if I disappoint. :/
PS: MY REICHENBACH FEELS! DID YOU ALL WATCH IT? DID YOU SEE IT? ASDFGHJKL;
