Title: Valentine's Day Surprises
Word Count:400
Notes: Fluff! Written for prompt 50, Valentine.
There were a dozen roses and an off white note on the kitchen table. The roses were a mix of reds, yellows, pinks, and blues. Sherlock stared at them. He didn't reach for the note yet because he wanted to deduce who they were from.
There was only one person that he could think of that had expressed an interest in him that would come up to his apartment to leave a gift.
Sherlock sighed dramatically in disappointment and flounced away in order to brood on the couch. He didn't want the roses to be from Moriarty, he wanted them to be from John. But John was straight and had a date tonight with his latest girlfriend, after Sarah, Amy, Laura, Ashley... Sherlock accepted the fact that they would all be boring, dull, and that it wouldn't be worth it to learn their names.
His cellphone chimed. Mycroft. He was bored enough to read it: Wrong! It's not Moriarty. Read the note, little brother. MH
His pout increased, not only was he wrong, but apparently he hadn't disabled all of the cameras in the flat like he'd thought.
He walked over to the note and opened it, John's handwriting filled a small portion of the page.
I've been wondering what would have happened that day if I'd answered that I was interested rather than insisting that I was not, when you went off on your speech about being married to your work.
I am interested. I've fallen in love with you.
If you feel the same, and you'd like a relationship, meet me where we sat that day at 6:00.
If you don't show I'll know that you are not interested and I'll never bring this up again. Hopefully in that case, we can keep our friendship.
John.
Sherlock quickly showered and got dressed. It was only 2:00 in the afternoon but he was going to leave for Angelo's anyways. There was no way he was going to chance something distracting him, or otherwise preventing him from being there at Six.
John, the person that he was in love with, loved him in return and had bravely made a move. He wasn't going to risk losing this chance.
Sherlock sat in the table, facing away from the street and waited for John to show up.
When John showed up half and hour early, there eyes met and all nervousness fled from both of them, as they knew that their feeling were returned.
