Nothing is mine.
It should've been so simple, John thought wildly. He paced his bedroom, running a hand through his sandy hair. Courage, Watson, courage. You've helped wounded soldiers on the front lines, faced down Mycroft Holmes time and time again and fought and killed for a brilliant, mad genius.
So, why does admitting your feelings to the World's Only Consulting detective scare John Watson so much?
"It's because you're an idiot," Sherlock said at John's door.
"That's my line."
Sherlock smiled as John's stomach fluttered.
"Did you have something to say?" Sherlock didn't move.
John smiled as he moved to kiss Sherlock.
Thank you for reading.