Sorry if this chaps a bit crappy im not very good at writing about romantic moments.

My Sherlock – Chapter 8 – Finally

John's POV

Of course I had noticed that Sherlock's sociopathic tendencies had lessened in our time together but I was truly not aware that I could have a negative or upsetting effect on him. But yet here he was, back from running away and with visible tears in his eyes.

I felt awful.

"Why? Was it something i said...? Look im sorry i got angry, it's just sometimes cases really get to if they remind me of well me..." Yes they remind me of how crazy YOU make me Sherlock.

He looked guilty and it occurred to me I had made it sound like I did not enjoy the cases. The moments with Sherlock were the greatest of my life and the cases were the most exciting time of my life since the war. Christ he was smart could he not just deduce me feelings and get it over with.

"No it was nothing you said, nothing. I just needed some time to think." He sounded unsure so I decided not to question what he was thinking about.

Clearly, like a lot of things I do, this was wrong.

"You do not want to know what about?"

"Well, you didn't sound like you would tell me." I reasoned.

"Look John, this is important so I think we should talk." What the hell is going on?

Sherlock's POV

He needed to know. No doubt he would freak out. No doubt he would want to move out and no doubt I would be left alone to fall back into the grips of a sociopathic state of mind.

I pulled him to sit next to me on the sofa and took in a deep breathe. And then he surprised me.

"Look I have something to say first. It is also quite important and I really need to get it off my chest." He sighed and looked me straight in the eye.

John's POV

I wasn't entirely sure what he had to say but I knew I needed to take the opportunity to say my piece. He needed to know. No doubt he would freak out. No doubt he would want to move out and no doubt I would be left alone to fall back into the grips of a military state of mind.

"Look Sherlock I know you said you were married to work but I think I need to tell you how I feel. You are incredible Sherlock and the time with you has been the best of my life. You make me act insane but I would not have it any other way. I … I love you Sherlock Holmes…" I got up and walked to the other side of the room as I just couldn't stand to look at Sherlock because I was just so certain he would be all analytical, telling me he already knew and how it could never happen and how I would have to move out and how it me how silly human emotions cloude…

"I love you too." WHAT!

Holy hell he loves me. He was right emotion does cloud judgement of situations but right now emotion told me exactly what to do.

I strided across our small living room until I reached the slightly nervous Sherlock on the sofa. He smirked as he deduced what I wanted and stood up.(Albeit bending slightly to minimilize height difference.)

I took his pale beautiful face into my hands and pulled him gently towards me. My lips crashed on to his and I swear I heard fireworks as we kissed more passionately than I had ever kissed anyone.

Sherlock's POV

For the first time since this emotional roller coaster started everything felt right in the moments that are lips were pressed together years. I could feel him smiling against my own smirk and for the first time in years I felt truly happy. Maybe the emotional roller coaster has only just left the station.