"Relax, son. Get yourself comfortable before we begin." Sherlock said. Comforting the man at the other end of the confessional. "I assume you know who I am."
John frowned at the useless question but answered, "Yes, father." he swallowed the lump in his throat before continuing. "Im John. John Watson."
So what if the priest didn't asked for his name, shut up.
"Captain John Watson." The priest said. And is that adoration gracing his deep baritone? "Yes, I saw you attending the mass for a while now. Tell me… John. What is the nature of your sin?"
John swallowed again and shifts slightly at his seat. Hot damn, is it really that uncomfortable here? Maybe not, maybe its just John who is uncomfortable.
"John…? Do you wish to have some time? You are the last person to confess tonight. I can give you some time to adjust if you need it." Father Sherlock said. And heck, was that amusement in his voice now? Damn, John didn't plan to amuse the priest he wants to lay him down in his bed without that confining outfit and ki- wait what?!
"I –uh, I've lusted." John finally said, squinting to try to look at the other side of the confessional clearly.
He saw the father smooth a hand on his chest and lean back at his chair –as if to get comfortable. His curls still immaculately framing his face. The priest turned to him and John quickly averted his gaze, afraid that the priest might caught him staring. Which he probably did. Don't be stupid, John the ex – soldier scolds himself,
"Everybody lusts for another person. As much as it is a sin, it comes naturally."
The father pause and John frowns. What does that mean?
"Tell me, John. Why would you confess such… trivial thing?"
"I've lusted for another man." John answered, not even stopping for a beat.
"Lusted? Does that mean you're over it?" The priest paused again and John saw through the screen that he have his arms crossed now, but his eyes are still trained on John. Of course it didn't escaped John that the priest didn't mentioned that John said man. "Because if you are -Then this confession is clearly pointless, John."
"No." John said, keeping Sherlock's gaze. "I'm not over it."
"I thought so." Sherlock said, and he broke his gaze from John. "Well… I don't think you are worried of your sexuality. You're a man of strength and order, John. You know almost everything about yourself, that you only question your personality when faced by a formidable foe or a problem that seems to not have a solution. So why does it matter? Right now?"
John took a deep breath, and gaze at Sherlock through the screen. "I've lusted for you."
Sherlock smirked knowingly at him that John thought the priest might just playing with him. But Sherlock scrambled to his feet and opened the door to his end of the confessional. John remained seated, frozen by the priest's action. Then he heard the door in front of him opened, the priest standing tall in front of him, still smirking.
"I guess you should pray for your sins now, John."