Toying with Sherlock was one thing. Getting him to admit his feelings was another. But getting hugged by him?

That was not in John's plan.

It was hard for John to contain his excitement when Sherlock said he loved him. He was about to say he love him back, when John thought better of it. He could hold out on saying it, to make Sherlock worry that he messed up. He'd have to call Mycroft and admit to him, too.

That was going to be his plan until he felt something on his lips.

Sherlock-fucking-Holmes was kissing him. Was the universe ending? Had aliens come? Why would he be kissing John?

John was the experienced one. He should be the leader for things like this. But his lips told his mind to shut up and enjoy it. Like a good solider, he listened. He debated deepening the kiss, but decided to not press his luck. Besides, oxygen was kind of important.

Their lips separated, but Sherlock leaned so their foreheads were touching. "I think you have something to tell me, John."

"Hm?"

"Do I need to kiss you again to get it out of you?"

John pretended to debate it. He reached up and pulled Sherlock's head down and kissed him. There was something in the kiss unlike one he'd ever had before. Was it the unsureness on Sherlock's end? Was it because of how much he cared?

Pulling back, John smiled. "I might love you back."

Author's Note: And that's where I leave you for now