Finally, we're alone.

"Sherlock! Why would you do that? Sherlock! SHERLOCK, LISTEN TO ME!"

"John."

"What? Are you going to apologize? Well, I don't want to hear it!"

"John!"

"Seriously, what made you do that? I think I need to know!"

"JOHN!"

"WHAT?"

"I'm going to kiss you," Sherlock whispered.

"Wha-" John started but was cut off by Sherlock's lips on his. The kiss didn't last long, or not as long as Sherlock wanted it to, until John pulled away. When he did, Sherlock tried to move with him, but John pushed him away. "No, Sherlock, don-" He tried but he was cut off by Sherlock, again.

"No, John, don't tell me to stop. I know you don't want me to," the younger man said between kisses. And it was true. John did not want Sherlock to stop kissing him. Why? He wasn't sure.

"Sherlock?"

"What?"

"I think I- I think I like you."

"That's a shame," Sherlock sighed. "Because I love you, John. I have for a long time. I'm tired of seeing you with other girls. I want to be with you, forever. Don't leave me, John, don't ever leave me."

"Leave you? Why would I ever leave you? I love you, Sherlock. I really do. I will stay with you as long as you'll let me."

"Forever?"

"Forever," he kissed Sherlock on the cheek. "I promise."