Author's Note: This one's shorter. Sorry. Just how it is. Inspired by A Thousand Years by some chick. I was listening to a cover, so whatever.
Still no beta.
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(No smut. Just some pure fluff... don't you dare skip this chapter. The cuteness will kill you.)
I know I'm dreaming. I can see it in his eyes. I've never seen them so bright. He looks so incandescently happy. I wonder if he's loved me all this time.
"I have," because of course he read my thoughts. "I've loved you for a thousand years."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I can never lose you, Watson. No matter what that means. I refuse to be parted with you." He takes my hand and kisses my palm. I've never been treated with such gentleness. As though the slightest touch will break me.
I treat him the same, taking his hand and kissing each finger tip. "When did you know?"
"When I first met you. I knew that I had found a match in wit, brilliance, and looks." He looks away then, down at my hand. "I fall in love with you all over again every day."
"Why do you love me today?"
He smiles, and it lights the dim room like sunlight. "Because you are brave and beautiful. Because you've got bed head. Because you're holding my hand. Because you're holding me. Because of your eyes. Your skin. Your heart. There are a thousand reasons to love you every day."
How could I have been so blind?
"You're only human, John." he says.
I feel it then. An over-whelming emotion of love and fear. "I'm so terrified." I tell him.
"I as well." he replies. "But I'd suffer anything to be with you. Darling, don't be afraid."
"I don't know what to do."
"I can't make that decision for you." he says. "You have to do that alone."
"Just tell me what you want."
"I want to be with you for as long as I live. Like this... but I will have you any way I can."
"Tell me your dreams."
He sighs. He kisses each of my knuckles, slowly, tenderly. "I shouldn't tell you."
"Please. I need to know."
He stares at me. He does that often, drinking me in like a man in the desert. "I dream about being with you. Of holding you every night as I fall asleep to waking up with you in my arms still. Of sharing infinite kisses and never being afraid. Of knowing you're mine and that I can... mark you with my teeth and nails in moments of passion. Of loving you. I dream of us being together as partners in more than just our jobs, but in life."
His speech has my mind reeling. Every word makes me want him more, love him more. I want it all too. It would be so easy. We could never tell a soul.
"I don't want to hide this." I say and I know it's foolish. We'd be killed if we went public with our relationship.
"This?" he asks.
"Us."
I've made my choice.
"You pick me?"
"Yes."
"Don't joke with me, Watson."
"I'm serious."
"I'll never forgive you if you're lying."
I know it's true. If he believes that he can have his dreams and I take them away, he would never look at me again. Suddenly all my doubt goes away somehow.
"You have me." Though being and having are thoroughly inaccurate words in the twisted plots of desire. They are one in the same. We are one in the same. Just opposite banks of a river, passing back and forth from one another infinitely. I have been his for a very long time.
"I've been dying waiting for you to say that." He kisses me so tenderly. I want to cry into his kiss and tell him I'm sorry for not seeing this before. For putting us through all this. Instead, I try to tell him with my lips, to say I'm sorry through a kiss. I wonder if kisses have their own language and I just simply haven't learned it, or if his lips speak a language of their own.
I rest my face in the crook of his neck, breaking away. "I'm so tired."
"Dream of me, John."
I do. I dream of us living in a world where we don't have to hide. Where we're safe for a thousand years.