New chapter w00t! I think I might have been frying my brain while writing this chapter, I worked so hard with it! (Clock is 00:48 and I'm waking up in 6 hours! xD) Sorry that it got so short but gah, I hope everyone will like it anyway :D And I hope it isn't that fast paced... you know... ôvô Don't forget to review! ~ erithwolf
Two months had passed since Sherlock and John left the restaurant and to Sherlock's joy John had decided to stay at 221B. To Sherlock's suspiciousness had more and more murders had frightened London's inhabitants - each murder was adorned with large bite marks and every victim had died by some sort of poison and Sherlock knew exactly what kind of poison it was. It was a demented werewolf that was running around, biting innocent victims. The unknown werewolf had violated the most strictest Laws of the Children of the Moon, and Sherlock knew that if this werewolf got caught, he or she would be sentenced to death. Sherlock found himself thinking it was a little sad since there weren't much of them left anymore, and that's why he had to full fill his role as the last carrier of the Bloodline.
"These murders are getting quite nasty... Why is nobody doing anything about it?"John sighed as he rustled with the newspaper when he put it back at the coffee table.
"I don't know, maybe there is nothing they can do until they have found the murderer." Sherlock replied, he was sitting at his small experiment board, experimenting with his own blood.
"I will never understand what the police prioritize anyway." John sighed and Sherlock could hear him raise himself up from the couch.
"Where are you going?" Sherlock asked, hiding away his worry and watched John as he dressed himself in his outer garments.
"Just going out to the grocery store, the milk is out and I felt the need of buying something sweet." said John and Sherlock nodded.
"I will be waiting here." he said softly and John smiled.
"Sure, see you later..." John said before going out.
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John walked down the street, limping his way through the crowds of people. He got annoyed by the fact that people always looked down at him like some less worthy human being just because he was limping. He couldn't help that he limped and it wasn't something bad that he did. It had become a part of him, sure it was annoying time to time, but why should he get looked down at because he limped? Why should people feel sorry for him when it was a part of him? He didn't understand that and it annoyed him.
John went into the Tesco and bought all the groceries he thought they needed. During the time he shopped, he thought of Sherlock. Why Sherlock you may ask? Well, the thing was that John had started to feel something inside of him every time he saw those dark curls and blue eyes. A sort of a warm feeling blossomed inside his stomach, like a soft little yellow chicken. He had started to like the warm chicken inside of his stomach, much to his shock. He had never felt anything like this for a man before and it scared him a little. He had changed quite a lot since he had met Sherlock 3 months ago, and he assumed that it was the taller man's doing, although he hadn't changed in a bad way. John thought he had changed into something he would like to be; a more softer and less enclosed person. At the same time, John didn't want to let the chicken to poof out too much, he had been thinking of the words Sherlock said; that a partner wasn't his area and therefore John wouldn't even dare to deepen his feelings too much for the younger man. But, at the same time, he couldn't help his feelings to grow deeper. He had started to like the way Sherlock looked at him, that almost protective and watching way, he had started to like the way Sherlock dressed himself in the mornings and how he always kept his eyes on John – wherever he was and he had started to like the way Sherlock ate his food even though he found it a bit weird since Sherlock always wanted to have his meat marinated with blood. Sometimes John had found some tufts of dark brown hair when he had helped Mrs. Hudson with cleaning Sherlock's bed. He even liked the way Sherlock's spine bowed when he reached for stuff and he would do anything to touch those cheekbones... John sighed, feeling the little chicken inside his stomach ruffling its feathers and chirping happily when he thought of Sherlock. If he just could dare to kiss those scarlet lips...just a quick kiss, it wouldn't hurt, would it? He felt his cheeks going a little warmer by thinking such thoughts and he cleared his throat in embarrassment. John went out from the Tesco and took a cab home since he couldn't carry the bags and rely on his crutch the same time.
John scrambled up the stairs and when he arrives upstairs, he was all sweaty.
"John?" Sherlock called out but it was more a statement than a question.
"Yes yes, it's me..." John panted and came into the kitchen and unpacked the groceries. Sherlock went up to him and John felt the yellow chicken chirping even louder when Sherlock was close to him.
"You need help? Sweaty? Ah, you walked up the stairs and the bags were heavy, I see." Sherlock blabbered and John frowned while wiping away the sweat with a piece of paper.
"Brilliant!" he exclaimed, he had finally managed to catch his breath. Sherlock looked like he was about to smile but he kept his straight face. John heard his heart hammering inside his head when Sherlock suddenly leaned over him to reach something out of the bags. He cleared his throat and asked:
"So.. Uhm.. What have you been doing while I was away?"
"I've been experimenting with... something." Sherlock replied and accidentally (or maybe not accidentally... John thought wishfully) brushed John's sensitive neck which made him shiver all over his body.
"L-like what?" John asked, trying hard to slow down his heart, he didn't want Sherlock to hear it.
"Just some blood." Sherlock said and opened the fridge. "Eat?" he asked and John nodded. "Sure, what're we going to eat?" he asked and took a deep breath to slow his heart, but the muscle didn't listen, it kept pumping around his blood faster than usual.
"Are you feeling hungry for meat? Lamb? Beef? Cow? Horse?" Sherlock asked while searching through the fridge and freezer to find what he had suggested.
"Meat again?" John whined and frowned. Sherlock's meat intake was in no way normal.
"Why not? Meat is tasty." Sherlock said and licked his lips. John pointed at a large stick of meat lying deep down in the freezer.
"There you have your meat, I won't eat any." John said with a sigh and went into his room, he couldn't stand to be closer to Sherlock anymore. The chicken was running around and chirping even louder inside of him. John put his arms around his belly and rocked himself back and forth.
"Please stop. Please." he begged to the warm and fuzzy chicken inside of him but it didn't listen. It kept running around, chirping happily and John couldn't help but smile. He hadn't been in love for quite a long time now.
"John?" Sherlock's voice asked downstairs and John couldn't help but feel happy. For the first time in three months, he heard real worry emerge from Sherlock's voice. He heard the taller man's steps and the chicken flapped with it's wings and John thought he was going to throw up by the excitement of Sherlock coming into his room.
"You okay John?" Sherlock asked, standing in the doorway with an almost unnoticeable worried wrinkle playing over his forehead.
"Y-yes... I just... uhm... My stomach hurt a little so I had to lie down." John lied and bit his lip, he didn't want to lie but he felt it was necessary.
"I see." Sherlock said and John saw that he had caged his emotions, again.
"You okay Sherlock?" John mimicked and gave Sherlock a tiny smile.
"Yes." Sherlock replied shortly and stared at his shoes, John couldn't believe it, but the man was acting something close to nervous and it shocked him a little.
"So... Did you made food or not? Do you want me to come down and help?" John asked and Sherlock shook his head. "No. Not hungry anymore." he said and flickered with his eyes. John nodded and looked down at his feet as well.
"So what are we going to do now?" John asked and suddenly, something weighed down the place beside him and a waft of Sherlock deep smell fanned his face. John shivered slightly by the smell he liked so much.
"I don't know." Sherlock replied with his baritone voice beside John and John heard his blood pondering.
"Why... why are you lying here?" John asked shyly and his cheeks went a little warmer.
Sherlock fired off a tiny smile and John thought he looked like a Greek god when he smiled.
"I don't know John, why not...?" he murmured and his voice was like music to John's ears.
"Yes... Why not..." John croaked nervously and dried off his sweaty hands on the blanket.
"John..." Sherlock said with a more serious voice then before. John looked at him and nodded.
"Yes, Sherlock?" he asked and he could see another smile dancing in Sherlock's eyes.
"Why do your heart beat so fast?" he asked slowly and John felt his whole face become red.
"And why are you red in your face?"
John opened his mouth to say something but Sherlock cut him off.
"... and why are your pupils so dilated?"
John coughed a little to be able to speak clearly.
"I... I don't..." he started but Sherlock silenced him with a long, lean finger over his lips.
"Hush... You don't need to say anything... I already know..." Sherlock whispered and John's breath got stuck in his throat.
"He knows? How?" he thought, panicked.
"Easy John..." Sherlock murmured and John felt something pressing against his chest. It was Sherlock's lean hand, pressing softly at his heart.
"- otherwise your tiny little heart will explode..." he added and smiled mysteriously at John. The army doctor gave in to a nervous chuckle and stared at Sherlock with wide eyes. His world was spinning and he would pass out if his heart didn't slow down soon enough.
"Calm down John, please..." Sherlock murmured and kissed John's earlobe carefully while gently stroking the shorter man's chest. John took a deep breath, some minutes went by and finally his heart was beating normally again.
"That's better..." Sherlock said and John nodded. "Ur.. Er... Yes..." he stuttered, he couldn't bring himself to say something clever.
"Sherlock, I... I have something to tell you..." John said with a voice he didn't recognize when some time had passed, it seemed like hours but John knew it had just been minutes or maybe even seconds.
"I know John."
"How? It's impossible, you can not...-"
"It's not impossible John. I know you inside out."
"Uh- can I ask how?"
"No."
"Uh, why-"
"No. I know you are in love with me John, it is quite obvious according to your body's reactions when I'm touching you...-" Sherlock whispered and John could feel his fingers dancing over his lips, which made his heart jump inside his chest. "- and your dilated pupils... high pulse … Of course other things too... but those are not important..." Sherlock murmured and John could hear his slow breathing.
John was amazed and a bit frightened at the same time. He could never imagine in his wildest dreams that he could be so easy to read, but it was Sherlock and Sherlock was special. He was also amazed over the fact that Sherlock could have tell his hidden infatuation with the man by just looking at his pupils. John was amazed over everything that was Sherlock.
"So-uh-how do you feel about this … thing then?" John asked and the warmth of Sherlock's hand disappeared from his chest, much to John's dislike. He liked the warmth of Sherlock.
"I feel... good about it." said Sherlock and for the first time in his life, John could see pure happiness pouring out of Sherlock's eyes.
"That's good... I believe." John said, feeling very awkward about the whole situation.
"John?" Sherlock asked suddenly and John looked at him.
"Yes?"
"Would you like to be together with me?" Sherlock asked and John's eyes were about to pop out of their holes.
"W-what? So... So sudden?" he sputtered and Sherlock nodded.
"It isn't sudden for me... I've waited four months for you to even show this feelings for me... Two months ago, when you said that you wanted to make clear that you weren't gay, you broke my heart into pieces because I knew I could never find someone like you. You are special to me in more ways you can even imagine, John." Sherlock confessed and John just stared at him.
"Why haven't you told me anything?" John wondered and Sherlock looked a bit troubled.
"A part of it is too hard to explain, but I didn't want you to be scared of me and since you made it clear you weren't interested in men, I let it be."
"Okay."
"You still haven't answered my question. Would you like to be together with me?" Sherlock asked, feeling his whole being hope while he waited for the army doctor to answer.
"I do like you much and I do want to be together with you, but I think we should give it a little time since I'm... all new to these – uh – feelings I've got. You know, I've never been in love with a man before and... it's quite weird but still exciting." said John and Sherlock nodded. He really didn't want to force his /everything/ into something he might regret later.
"But I think we could try and date at least... Getting to know each other better, if you know what I mean." the army doctor added and Sherlock nodded again, more pleased with this answer than the first.
"That sounds good. I don't want to force you into something." said Sherlock and John looked horrified.
"Oh no no no, you are not forcing me at all Sherlock, everything is just new to me, that's all." he said.
"I know, don't worry..." Sherlock said softly and gave John's hair a gentle kiss. Sherlock could clearly hear John's heart going into a frenzy when he kissed him and he smiled softly by the reaction. The army doctor was just too cute for his own good.
"Shall we say so then?" John asked when he had got his breath back and Sherlock nodded, chuckling softly.
"Yes, I think it's a good idea.." he said, and with that, the two men looked into each others eyes with their hands clasped tightly while the Moon shone its warm rays over them the entire night.