Impossible Chapter 2
John's p.o.v
…There was a slight pause; he just stared at me in confusion and shock as he backed off, he put his hands over his head like he would when he's thinking and went into the kitchen. He opened the door to the fridge and got the brain out I could smell the stench get worse, along with that he also got his equipment out and started to experiment on the brain, on the kitchen table. I don't think I'll get an explanation for the kiss though, the one that was strangely enough the best. That I have ever been kissed by anyone in my life, so strange because it was Sherlock, not Mary or any other girlfriend that I've ever had, it was Sherlock, my best friend. And now because of that and all the shock I was I was still standing backed up against the wall where he led me and made me feel the feelings that I'm having now the ones that I can't explain. But I had to try otherwise I would just be confused and stuck for the rest of my life. On whom I'm meant to be with? What could have happened? And what I could be doing then? So in the least confusing way possible… it was like there was one half telling me that I wanted him to kiss me again and another saying that I can't because of Mary; Mary is who I'm meant to be with. It was horrible; I just didn't know what I should do for the best, what path I should take. So I took a deep breath and walked over to him, I stood wright in front of him and the brain as I tried not to breath and said "what was that? I mean why? What were you thinking?"
John's p.o.v
He looked up at me away from his experiment that seemed almost impossible for him to look away from and just paused he didn't seem to know what to say. He started to look around the room well anywhere he could I think just so that he didn't have to look at me, then he turned in my direction still looking down though and said "why you ask me the hardest questions? I don't know, what was I thinking? I don't know. What was it? It was a… kiss and why? That is the question that I hate to answer so please, don't make me answer it!" He still couldn't find it in him to look at me so I said "look, I'm not thick I have an idea in my head of what that was I would just prefer to hear it from you. So if I'm wright about what I think that was I won't be annoyed with you, neither will I befriend you I just want to talk to you about it and sort things out. So if you need me, phone me please because I'm going out to see Mary… the one I told you about!" I waited for a few seconds to see if he would say anything or do anything, but all he did was lift his head very slightly like he did when he was interested in something but couldn't be bothered to talk. I wasn't worried by any of this because this was Sherlock he was always like this anyway. So I grabbed my jacket and my phone then left, it took me until I got to the café where we had arranged to meet till I started to get the feelings again, this time they were worse. I picked up my phone to see if there were any messages or missed calls but there wasn't; I had been waiting about 15 minutes by now and couldn't wait any longer, I had this urge to see if Sherlock was ok and I had started to tap my finger nails against the table that I was sitting at which was really weird because I had never done that before. I had to call Mary to tell her that I couldn't meet her, and then got a taxi home.
John's p.o.v
When I got inside and was just about to head for the stairs, I could just here shouting it was Sherlock and Mrs Hudson again. So I went upstairs, opened the door and there they were stood there arguing. Actually it was mainly him shouting at her, she was just stood there looking upset it must have been bad. I couldn't listen to it any more so I said "what is going on? And why is Mrs Hudson crying?" Sherlock turned and looked at me like he had just seen a ghost and said "well it's her. She comes up here being nosy as usual and just comes in, then starts screaming. I ask her why she doesn't knock. And she starts going on about the brain, so I said you should have knocked then shouldn't you, you silly woman". At that moment she left and Sherlock was just staring at me in a strange way as if to say what are you doing like he does a lot, I crossed my arms over and said "you should say sorry to her" to which he replied with a shocked face "no I shouldn't it was her fault and what are you doing back early? Did you forget something?" I just looked at him for a moment while I thought of what to say, I couldn't think of anything so I just said the truth well…partially "I don't know, I was sitting in the café and I felt sick so decided to come back. I'm not sure why I feel sick, yes I'm a doctor but there is one thing in all of this that I can't quite get my head around, I have been feeling like this ever since. You kissed me, anyone else would say its love but I don't want to know what they think so what, would you say". Sherlock stood up staying where he was and said "I would say that your body is experiencing some shock and yes at the same time…let's say curiosity like addiction only you don't know you're addicted yet".
John's p.o.v
I walked over to him by the table where I stood earlier yet again trying to hold in my breath and said "If this was some sort of an experiment Sherlock then I have had enough, every time I get a girlfriend something goes wrong and it's always because of you so you either give me a reason for this or". Just as I was about to say he walked away and said "or what? You really have no idea do you? I mean of course it wasn't an experiment! Earlier on all I was trying to do before you came home was pluck up the courage to tell you how I feel". Once he said that I just couldn't control myself it was like confidence just burst from me and I had to say what I felt "So do it again then! Kiss me like you did before, again" he seemed to have a confused look in his eyes almost like he couldn't believe what he was hearing "what" you want me to kiss you again?"…"yes, I do" he started to walk towards me "what about Mary?" I started to become nervous as he was wright in front of me "well I'll just have to mess it up like all the rest won't I" he moved in even closer to me, so that I would back of against the wall. He then put his hands on the wall and gave me one of those half smiles that lets you know that he is happy, that he usually only gives when he has been given a new case to solve as yet again we were inches apart. I could feel the warmth of his chest against mine; this time I didn't feel the need to ask any questions as I knew that this is what I wanted.
John's p.o.v
He leaned in to kiss me then all I felt inside was heaven, I felt so happy; I had never felt such softness against my lips. Then he started to pull the belt away from jeans again, only this time he was using his hands so delicately like he didn't want to hurt me, like this time it was different actually I think it was; I put my right hand through his soft, thick, brown, curls and my left hand over his right shoulder. By now he had fully managed to take my belt off so he through it across the room and was about to undo my jeans when suddenly my phone rang, I could feel the vibration in my jeans pocket, I reached in my right hand and picked out my phone. As I found it almost impossible to move away from him, I turned off my phone whilst still kissing him then through it on the floor. Now all distraction was out of our way I started to undo his shirt at the same time as he continued trying to undo my jeans, before we could get any further we could hear our landlady coming up the stairs and panicked. Sherlock rushed across the room trying to get away so that Mrs Hudson wouldn't see him but tripped over my belt whilst I was trying to do my jeans up that hadn't even been undone properly, he then stood up just as Mrs Hudson was walking in and instantly caught her eye with his shirt mostly undone. Then said "I'm sorry about before Sherlock, that's all I want to say apart from that I hope that I didn't interrupt you from getting your shower". As she was leaving she looked at me and said "are you ok, you seem a bit panicky" I just looked up at her in thankfulness that she didn't catch us and said "yeah I'm fine… I just got a fright when you came in that's all" then tried to let off a reassuring expression on my face whilst she left and closed the door. Sherlock turned to look at me as he let out a huge laugh and said "are you sure you're ok? You should have seen your face when Mrs Hudson came in, you looked like you had just eaten your own tongue! To which I tried my best to answer as I couldn't control myself from laughing so hard that it resulted in me, sounding like someone with a very bad cold that made me laugh even more and then turned into a vicious circle. For me this was very difficult to talk, so I couldn't speak much and ended up coming out with my words all spaced out "yeah… it's actually quite… funny looking back isn't it I mean… the way you nearly had a heart attack so ended up shitting yourself and then falling over my belt trying to get to the other side of the room". Sherlock paused whilst he stood in the middle of the room with his thinking face on; this wasn't his usual thinking face though this was a worried one. It was actually quite worrying itself to look at, he looked up at me then said "what now" almost like he was worried about something, worried that we had just completely ruined our friendship forever. So I didn't want him to worry anymore and said "that was amazing in fact that was the best moment that I have had in the whole of my life so far and I want to have more… just like this. So if you feel the same then this is what I want". Sherlock's eyes widened as he found it hard to come out with any words to describe how he felt at that very moment then said "WHAT" in a louder tone than usual, almost like he was surprised of what I had just said.