Something clicks in Sherlock's mind as he realises what he doing. He loosens his grip around John's neck and turns around so he has his back to John's weakened body. John gasps for air and firmly holds onto the wall to try and steady himself as the rush of oxygen makes him feel giddy.
"What….wha…..what the hell Sherlock? You could have killed me. Please, tell me what is wrong with you? I haven't seen you like this before."
Adrenaline rushes through Sherlock's body. His whole anatomy shakes as he tries to calm down and control himself.
"Leave."
This single word is forced from Sherlock's mouth. He didn't want to say it but now, after what just happened, he knew he had to.
"No. I'm not going. Actually, I don't care if you kill me because I know for a fact it'll be a lot easier than tippy toeing around you when you are like this. Yes I'm an idiot compared to you I don't understand the complexities of life or how a bloody toothpick can lead you to a killer but what I do know, one of the only things I do know, is that I've never loved somebody as much as I sodding well love you. There, happy now?"
Silence fills the room. Sherlock stops his shaking body and tries to think of what to say and for once in his entire existence he was speechless. John closes his eyes and sighs deeply.
"I mean….I….Oh god Sherlock, what have I done? I'll go, of course I'll go."
John shakes his head in disgust and disapproval of what he had just declared. All that he could think in those few brief seconds is "Well done Watson, you complete idiot. Now he knows, now it'll never be alright."
Before John can even step out of the flat Sherlock grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him in close. His hands seize John's body imprisoning him within his arms. The two men, both surprised about what Sherlock had just done look into each other's eyes. For once they both see the longing, the passion, the need for each other and most importantly that Sherlock wanted power once again.