I laid there for what seemed like hours, but who really knows how long it was. The drugs had worn off long before Moriarty had left (allowing to take part in our various activities), but I was too stunned and confused by what had happened to remove myself from the sofa.

The last words he had spoken to me were still ringing around through the rooms and halls of my mind palace. "I love you." I knew what it meant, but I didn't really know what he meant by it, if that makes even the slightest bit of sense. I hadn't been able to reply, but even if I had, I'm not really sure what I would have said. I didn't think I loved him. But how was I to know what love really was?

After he had said those three surprising words, things had escalated very quickly. And I was in no mood to stop them, for once my body reacted before my mind and things went rather differently than normal. I may have still been drugged, but I'd never felt more alive, I'd never felt more free. No one had ever made me feel this way. People had tried, and failed, including Irene Adler. But James had tried and succeeded. Despite what he had thought, I was not a virgin by technical terms. I let him think that because he never even bothered to ask. Maybe I would tell him, next time we were together, because weren't couples supposed to be honest with each other? If we were a couple now I suppose. There had been a couple of girls at Uni, and one fella a while afterwards, but they'd all been boring, dull, and predictable. Nothing was interesting in the slightest bit. With them it had just been sex, and while it appeared to be pleasurable for the other party, I had found it somewhat disgusting. But with James… It was different. I could see what I had really been missing out on all these years. He could make me not bored in a different way than that of just fascinating cases with serial killers and fun games of Cluedo with John. This was something different, something interesting, something fun.

So there I stayed. Completely nude on the sofa, feeling almost disappointed that James had just got up and left after we'd finished… Twice. I had all but begged him to stay, but he just smiled, winked, and walked out the door. What had he turned me into? Whatever it was, I wasn't really minding it.

My phone went off and I glanced over at it.

Sorry I had to run off. Dinner tomorrow night? Drinks and dessert afterwards? My place. –JM

I grinned. So at least things between us appeared good. Dessert sounded lovely.

That sounds delightful. –SH

I'm looking forward to it. –JM

As am I. -SH

I nestled more into the sofa and glanced at the time. John could be home any minute, but I wasn't in the slightest mood to get up and get dressed. My eyelids got heavy, and I found myself surprisingly tired. My eyes had been shut for maybe five minutes when I heard John and Sarah giggling in the hall. I couldn't help but grin, this one would surely piss off John, especially if Sarah was with him.

The door opened and all I could hear was Sarah's small, "Oh."

I opened one eye to see her back retreating into the hall, and John fuming. I chuckled slightly. "Glad to have you back John."

"Sherlock! What the bloody hell are you doing?" He stammered.

"I'm trying to rest on the sofa. Obviously."

"Did it ever occur to you to at least put pants on?"

"Surprisingly enough? No."

John eyed the messy room. "What have you been doing?"

"I already told you, I'm resting."

"Your clothes are all over the floor. What are you not telling me Sherlock?"

I looked away from him and closed my eyes again.

"Please put your trousers on." I felt something land on my stomach and I sighed, moving just enough to slip them on.

"Happy?" I asked.

"Not really."

"I could take them back off." I joked.

"That's really not what I was aiming for." I heard him walk towards the door once more. "Sarah! The water is clear if you still want to come up for a bit."

"No, that's alright." I heard from the door. "I should be off anyways. I'll call you tonight."

I heard John sigh, "Thanks for that Sherlock."

"You're very welcome."

"I was being sarcastic." John muttered

"So was I."

"No, you weren't."

I just shrugged. I heard John walk up to the sofa.

"Now seriously Sherlock, what happened here?"

I sat up, "Are you going to let me sleep here? If not, I'd best just go to my bedroom."

"I know Moriarty was here." He said slowly.

I looked up at him with surprise, how could he possible know that? I looked around the flat, looking for any giveaways. If I couldn't find one, how could he?

John must have known what I was thinking. "He was sitting out front when I came back."

I didn't have anything to say. The whole time I was sitting here being lonely, James was out front only a few steps away?

"He said you guys had a nice little chat and that there was no reason for me to kill him. I hope that was the truth."

"You tried to kill him?" I stood up a little too fast and immediately got dizzy.

John steadied me. "I just threatened him; I wasn't exactly carrying my gun with me. Sorry if you wanted him dead. What did he do to you Sherlock?"

"Nothing." I muttered, stepping onto the coffee table instead of walking around before heading towards my room.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Oh, and I have a date tomorrow night." I said turning around. "What should I wear?"

I thought John would pass out.

"A date?" He stuttered.

"Yes John. I believe that's what they call it… When two people that like each other go out and have fun?"

"Yes, but… With who?"

I chuckled, "Ah, Dr. Watson. You're an idiot." And with that I shut my door behind me.

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