AN: I decided (after a comment made) that it would be better, less confusing, if the dialogue wan't in italics. It was a mistake. Sorry for any problems. Thank you to anyone who has reviewed, favourited or added this to their alerts. :)

Thinking back to that 'date' at Angelo's Sherlock thought of how downcast John had seemed when he had said he was 'married to his work' and truthfully, he was. It seemed that John may just be a distraction to him and he wouldn't want that to happen, his work was so important- he was needed. Now he knew that he would easily have time for both. The comment he made at the restaurant was really only him convincing himself that he couldn't have John and still be the world's only consulting detective.

He could easily fit all of his usual deductions into his brain and have room for John- as long as he didn't look at him too much. During an investigation of a crime scene John would still be able to accompany him and Sherlock would be still be able to perform to the same standard. Perhaps even better as having John there to talk to, to impress, had always helped him find the criminal a lot faster.

Now, they were walking towards an abandoned park (the children were all in school at this point) and moving towards the thick woodland area at the other side. John still didn't seem to have noticed that he didn't have his cane. There was no way that Sherlock was going to mention it for fear of setting him back.

Abruptly, Sherlock grabbed John's hand again. He liked walking like this, it was comfortable and easy. It showed the world that John was his, and he was John's.

Although he had expected John to pull away at first, then settle into it he couldn't hep giving into his desires. John had always declared that he 'wasn't gay' so Sherlock had thought that John would have wanted to hide any affection that they shared away.

"John-why is that you don't mind this" He held their joined hands up in the air ",that you wouldn't care if anyone saw us. Apart from those that intend to harm us, of course"

"Because for one thing, if I let you go I'm scared that you'll leave, or that this would have all been some wonderful dream" He stopped, somewhere deep in thought.

"And?" Sherlock demanded- he couldn't bear waiting. Ever.

"In the last six months, I have realised the way I feel and it's taken me that long to be totally okay with it. To not care that I am in fact Bisexual. I think I fell in love you a few weeks before you….left. But it took me a very long time to admit those feeling to myself"

"I knew that you we're in love with someone back then." His eyes lit up the way they did when Lestrade called him about another murder "But never, even with my brain" John rolled his eyes, Sherlock could never resist talking himself up "would I have guessed that it was I that was the object of your affection"

John laughed a surprised, quiet little laugh that made Sherlock feel warm inside. Is there something wrong with me, why is my temperature rising?-oh, he had been worried for a second before he realised that it was John who had made him feel like that. It had been John, whose hand had now broken free of Sherlock's grasp and was currently entwined around his waist, who had made his pulse quicken, not an invasion of microbes into his body.

This contact, from John, he liked, if not loved. It made him want more. Usually if anyone apart from Mrs Hudson had placed a hand on him he would have flinched away. Any human contact would really unnerve him and put him off of his work it was just…uncomfortable. It made him shudder just thinking about it. Though being this close to John wasn't doing much for his concentration.

At his movement John had turned and pulled away slightly so that he was now facing Sherlock, leaving his hand resting on Sherlock's skinny hip.

"What's wrong? Do you want me to…"He moved his hand from Sherlock's him and put it in his pocket, pouting a little.

"No,no John" He reached for John's hand and pulled his arm back around his waist "I like it"

"You really haven't done this before have you?" John was serious, but his eyes didn't portray the same pity that others did if they ever breached this subject, though Sherlock always just ignored any comments of that nature. They were usually from Mycroft who was trying to rile him.

"Well…no actually" He smiled ruefully, emphasising his wonderful cheekbones, and expressing a certain innocence that made John want to snog him right there and then. "I haven't even been attracted to anyone before"

"What about Irene? You seemed quite….comfortable with her"

"That made you jealous didn't it?"

John chuckled, he had really hoped that Sherlock had missed that. After all it was an emotion and Sherlock didn't tend to pick up on those as well as everything else.

Of course he hadn't.

"Yes. I was jealous. I think that's around the time that I had started to figure out just the way I felt about you"

Sherlock took John's other hand, so that now they were completely facing each other and stroked the back of his palm.

"That was work. I never really felt anything towards her."

"Never?"

"Maybe…she could have been a friend. Not like you. But someone to help, like Lestrade. We would probably still be in contact if she wasn't in America right now"

John's lips thinned. He had lied to Sherlock about that, Mycroft had told him about Irene's death but he had felt that it would have been best to hide that fact from Sherlock for fear that it would have hurt him.

As if Sherlock wouldn't have been able to tell he was lying. Even if he hadn't been the one that had helped her to escape death.

"Oh"

"What do you mean by that?" He demanded.

Well, of course he knew what John had meant but he had found that it made John feel a lot better if he left him to explain himself. Plus, this was something else that would have been deeply motivated human emotions and Sherlock was learning that others thoughts (those that had emotional ties) were sometimes unpredictable. Certainly John was right now, and his head was becoming fogged with other thoughts. Those thoughts that were very different to anything that he had ever thought about before. And they all involved he and John in different 'compromising' situations.

"Nothing" He said and began walking again. He still had a tight grip of Sherlock's left hand though, so he had to follow.

"What John?" His voice was soft, pleading.

"Just… I never thought that I would really use this word in connection with you" Though he had used almost the exact expression earlier when thinking, but there was no way that he would say that, even saying this he would feel that it would be condescending. "You're so innocent"

"What? How can I be 'innocent' I've seen hundreds of dead bodies I've seen all manners off-" He stopped. "Ah, you mean regarding sex. Well, yes those feelings area all completely new to me. But I wouldn't call it innocence. Not with what I was just thinking about" He smirked.

John grinned. "Still, I've never met anyone who hadn't done 'it' at your age. Then again, I've never met anyone quite like you"

This time is was Sherlock who instigated the kiss. He bent down and pressed his lips fiercely against John's. By this time they were a lot deeper into the woods. Though he was inexperienced at this, he learned quickly and John had muttered something vague about his fast improvement, then something unintelligible that led to him dropping soft kisses on Sherlock's cheekbone.

That's when they heard the twig snap.