John made his way to Royal Albert Hall. After Sherlock's rehearsal, they were going to head to the West End to see a musical together. He paused outside the door as he heard that he and Molly were still rehearsing pretty intensely. John smiled as he listened to them. In the end he was glad he'd turned down Sherlock's request. There was no doubt that he and Molly played together like an absolute dream.
After a few more minutes the song eventually came to a close, and John walked into the room.
"Sounded lovely, as always, you two."
Molly turned around and gave John a big smile. "Oh! Date night? Sorry I kept you so long, Sherlock!"
John was barely able to suppress his chuckle as the blush creeped across Sherlock's face. It was always so much easier for Sherlock to get John to blush, so he reveled in these small victories.
They made their way outside and hailed a cab.
"Zoilo please, on Duke Street," Sherlock said as he climbed into the back of the cab. The ride was quick and quiet, and John couldn't tell if it was the anxiety or excitement that was bubbling up in him the most.
After a lovely candlelit dinner, they left the restaurant with John a blushing mess, as he usually was around Sherlock. They hailed another cab and as they climbed into the back, Sherlock whispered a destination into the cabbie's ear. They began driving, leaving John in the dark.
"So… are you finally going to murder me?" John asked, attempting to hide his apprehension with humor.
Sherlock hummed to himself, as though he were considering the option.
"No. No, I don't believe so."
After about 30 minutes, they were dropped off at Richmond park. Without saying anything, Sherlock grabbed John's hand and pulled him towards the path.
"Sherlock, seriously, where are we going?"
Sherlock tsked him. "Patience, Doctor Watson. It's a virtue."
John huffed. "I'll show you virtue in a minute, you bloody git."
Sherlock only chuckled in response.
Eventually they arrived at what John assumed was close to the middle of the park. They found a picnic table and Sherlock sat down on the table top. John sat next to him.
"So… what exactly are we doing here, Sherlock?"
"what does it look like?" Sherlock asked, gesturing towards the sky. John only gave him a confused look. Sherlock huffed in frustration and grabbed John's shoulder, pulling him so he was laying down on the table next to him.
"Stargazing. How exactly did you get accepted to medical school with that quick wit of yours?"
John elbowed Sherlock in the side. "Shut up, git."
The two of them laid there staring up at the stars, absentmindedly pointing out various constellations.
After a while, though, they fell silent and just laid there. A million thoughts began to run through Sherlock's head. It was obvious what they were doing here, right? Laying in a park, star gazing? When did Sherlock become… a romantic? He wasn't sure. But what he was sure of was that he had fallen so head-over-heels in love with the boy next to him that he couldn't think straight. Sherlock sat up suddenly, trying to steady his spinning head. John stirred next to him; he must have been falling asleep.
"What's wrong, Sherlock?" he asked, his voice full of sleep. John slowly sat up and Sherlock turned to face him. The moonlight sparkled in his eyes, and Sherlock thought he'd never seen someone so beautiful in his life. Sherlock gently brought up his hand to cup John's face. He heard John make a small gasping sound, but he didn't make a motion to pull away.
"John… I think, no… I know. You're one of the greatest things to ever happen to me, and… you make me feel alive in so many ways I'm unfamiliar with. You bring out the best of me that I didn't know I had, and, John… I-I'm in love with you." Sherlock let out a shaking breath. "I'm so in love with you."
Before John even processed what Sherlock had said, he pulled him into a kiss. Sherlock let out a surprised sound, but soon his hands found John's hips and he leaned into the kiss.
"I love you too, you stupid idiot," John whispered against Sherlock's lips. He felt him smile, and John's heart swelled.
"Such wonderful terms of endearment, my love," Sherlock joked. John let out a chuckle before pulling Sherlock back into another kiss. Afterwards the two laid back down, John snuggling up to Sherlock's side. They laid there for hours watching the stars, holding hands, and being so in love.
