Read this while listening to Una por cabeza. Thank you everyone for your kind support, generous reviews, following and favoriting. Thank you for making my first attempt a success. Love and respect to you all.
It had been a week of bliss and togetherness. They took long walks hand in hand, cuddled, stayed silent in each-other's arms for long hours, slept listening to each other's heart beat and talked like they had never talked before. Yet it was just the beginning.
They were back in Baker Street. John was home, making lunch. Sherlock was sitting on the sofa with John's laptop.
John entered the living room with two bowls of spaghetti in his hands and placed them on the table before Sherlock. Then he sat beside a still engrossed Sherlock.
"Lunch" he said trying to get his attention.
"I had biscuits this morning." The baritone mumbled.
"Sherlock, we went through this before."
Sherlock looked up from the computer released an exasperated sigh and closed it. He put it aside on the table and put his knees together on the sofa and put his hands around them. A defensive posture when he was reluctant to eat.
John huffed and took a bowl, taking a spoonful he reached out to Sherlock's mouth.
"I made your favorite!" he said in a sing songy way to make Sherlock smile, but he didn't. Sherlock just shook his head.
"Sherlock please?"
Another Shake of the head.
"What will it take to make you eat?" he asked a bit angrily.
Sherlock made eye contact for the first time and gave a sweet smile.
John made an inquiring face.
Sherlock opened his mouth slightly and put out his tongue. There was a shiny metallic band around it. It was a platinum ring.
John's breath hitched as his mouth went agape. His hands started shaking slightly which Sherlock noticed. He took the things from John's hands and put them on the table. He went in front of John and knelt before him with his hands on John's knees and again opened his mouth and put out his bejeweled tongue. John had forgotten how to move until Sherlock's warm hands touched his knees. He swallowed hard and leaned forward until their foreheads touched. John's eyes were already wet as he started to shake his head slowly, thousands of thoughts passing between them silently.
"No Sherlock."
"Why?"
"We are not ready."
"I am."
"This relationship has just started."
"And all I want is to establish it further."
"We should take time."
"For what?"
"To see if this works out."
"If it doesn't, would you be able to go this far with anyone else?"
"Never."
"So why not? Once you told me that relationship is just the next step. So is this. Can't you do this for me?"
"I can die for you."
"So can I."
And that was it. They could die for each other and it was all they needed to know to take the big leap. John put the tip of his ring finger on the tip of Sherlock's tongue and Sherlock smoothly pushed the ring with his teeth onto his finger. John shivered with pleasure. They held each other's faces in their hands and kissed for a long long time. Before withdrawing Sherlock licked away the tears on John's cheeks. He sat beside him, holding him close when Sherlock's phone vibrated.
John chuckled and said "There we go. A case. So much for marital bliss."
Sherlock tensed a bit and scratched his neck nervously.
"What?" John said frowning.
Sherlock gave him an apologetic glance, "Actually…em…it was a case."
"You solved it without me?" John said with mocking dismay.
Sherlock smiled and said, "Over the phone. It was dull!" he said explaining. John held him closer for a moment and then sighed.
Noticing John thinking Sherlock inquired,
"What?"
"Just thinking that all the cases cannot be solved over phone. We'll get back to it soon. The chasing, running, jumping…danger."
"I thought you loved it!"
"Not when there's fear of losing you, losing us is attached. I was always afraid of it Sherlock, more so now."
Sherlock took John's head in his hands and looked deeply into his eyes.
"John, the prospect of dying lives with every breath we take. There are so many people out there who do not live like us yet they die. They die of old age, of sickness, in accidents every day. There will always remain a possibility of one of us leaving another behind but we will always have something to hold on to if something like that happens."
John looked at Sherlock questioningly.
"Memories John" said Sherlock endearingly.
"We will always have these moments John to live them over and over again. We would remember this day when we decided to entwine our lives forever, we would remember the things we did together. We would even remember how your stomach growls angrily!" He said with a small laugh. John laughed too and held him as close as possible burying his head in Sherlock's neck weeping.
Their hearts kept beating together creating new memories every day.
Love stories do not end...