Day 30: Doing Something Hot (Please don't kill me, I sorta didn't stick to this that much because I'm bad at smut but ya here you go)

John walked to the door and slowly opened it. He walked up the stairs, anxiety deepening with every step. What if Sherlock rejected him? Worse, what if Sherlock asked him to move out? John felt like he was going to be sick. He needed to tell Sherlock though, he had to tell him he loved him. They were at the threshold of the flat now Sherlock was facing the window playing his violin softly. He was composing. As John and Lestrade entered the flat Sherlock stopped playing setting his violin down.

He turned around slowly and walked towards the two. John looked at him, and Sherlock scrunched his face in confusion, trying to deduce the scene before him before he got a pretty good idea what was going on. He glared at Lestrade. Had he told John what Sherlock said? Lestrade caught Sherlock's glance shaking his head back and forth, letting him know he said nothing. John hesitated a moment, before stepping forward closer to Sherlock and beginning.

"Sherlock. I. Uhm I-I. I think that. Oh god, what I'm trying to say is. I think you're brilliant. Sherlock you are amazingly talented, and absolutely horrid to live with,I mean you are terrible to deal with when you are bored, and theres always those body parts in the fridge, and could it kill you to clean sometimes?"

"John." Greg interrupted glaring at him.

"Oh yeah right, sorry. Anyways, despite all of that, theres never a dull moment, I was so alone before I met you, and you have made me live again Sherlock, and I think you're absolutely gorgeous, and I know you don't do relationships or emotions, and that you're married to your work, but jesus Sherlock, I love you."

Sherlock stared at John, absolutely shocked. For once in his life Sherlock was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say. He blinked at John, his mouth hanging open a bit, his mind racing trying to process the information he was just told. John Watson, loved him? He had to think. He knew he loved John but was it worth it? Was it worth risking everything they had built up, their friendship? What if they did start a relationship and it failed? What then.

Would John even want him anyways? He wasn't very skilled in that department, he obviously knew about relationships but would John expect him to change? He looked into John's eyes, full of fear, and vulnerability. Then looked over at Lestrade who was glaring at him. Sherlock took a deep breath and looked back at John, who was seeming to grow more nervous by the second.

"John I-I"

"Its alright Sherlock I understand."

Sherlock laughed, did John really think he didn't feel the same? Was John this blind? He looked back to John again who now looked angry.

"I understand if you don't feel the same way Sherlock but you don't have to laugh at me."

"No John, you don't understand, you really think I would reject you?"

"Yes."

"Why? Why would you ever think that? You're John Watson!"

"And you're bloody Sherlock Holmes!"

"John, I-I love you too okay? I don't think you understand how hard it is for me to say it. My whole life I have believed that emotions are a chemical defect, that they were no good, and I wished not to have them. It has been hard, accepting that I have feelings for you, and going against everything that I have known my whole life, but John I do have feelings for you, I really do, and I don't understand them, but I can't stop thinking about you, and I can't get away because you are everywhere John, and I always want to be with you and I don't know how to handle it. I thought if either of us was going to get rejected it would have been me."

"You? Sherlock why would I ever reject you?"

"Why wouldn't you! I am difficult to live with, I am uncaring, rude, selfish, cocky, a pain in the arse, John I'm a sociopath!"

"No you are not."

"Yes John I obviously am"

"Sherlock you are not a sociopath, you've just told me you loved me!"

"Well. Highly functioning sociopath."

"Come here you bloody git"

He stepped forward grabbing Sherlock's face with both of his hands. He leaned in pushing himself up on his tippy toes to reach and crashed their lips together. John ran his hands through Sherlock's hair as he cradled John's face. The kiss was short but raw and full of pent up feelings and desires. John turned around and noticed Lestrade was no longer present, and smiled looking back at Sherlock pressing their foreheads together.

"So where does this leave us now?"

"Well together John, in a relationship, if that is what you want."

"Do you even need to ask that?"

A/N: THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH! Oh god I'm about to cry this is it. The last chapter. Thank you guys so sosososo much for reading this. I can't even express how thankful I am to all of you. This is the first of my writing I have ever posted and for it to get such good reviews is mind blowing to me. I'm going to miss you guys so much, this has been so much fun, and I hope you have enjoyed my stories! Thank you again, I love you all so much!