"So then what?" John finally asked after at least five minutes of silence.

Sherlock's eyes flinted about briefly before they locked with John's.

"I wanted to see if you loved me," Sherlock whispered, "My hypothesis was correct. I had observed heightened heart rate and dilated pupils. Though I couldn't be sure if it was merely sexual attraction or love. You confirmed it for me with your outburst."

John blushed slightly. Sherlock leaned forward and placed his hands in his classic thinking pose.

"Is that all you wanted to say?" John questioned anxiously.

"No," Sherlock answered, his eyes looking everywhere but John, "I share the same feelings that you do. Since this incident, with the cat DNA, my chemicals have gone haywire. It has been madness, trying to sort through all these feelings. But I noticed one thing that didn't change when I received the cat parts: a need to be with you. I feel myself drawn towards you, as though I am nothing without you. And considering the things I succumbed to before I met you…The point is: I cannot see myself without you and I don't want to be without you. I love you, John."

John's eyes were wide as he stared unblinkingly at Sherlock, who was still not looking at John. Finally, after several silent minutes, Sherlock looked sharply at John, his face wrinkled in frustration.

"Now, can we stop this nonsense?" Sherlock growled, "I am quite tired of sentiment and I wish to pursue other activities."

John blinked at Sherlock and raised an eyebrow. Sherlock let out a snort and leapt off the chair. John jumped slightly as Sherlock strode quickly forward. The frozen bag of peas fell on the ground and John found himself looking at it for no particular reason. Sherlock dropped his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned close to John's face.

"You are either incredible slow or you just refuse to see what is front of your face," Sherlock breathed out in a hissy voice, "Keep up, John."

John swallowed and slowly lifted his eyes to meet Sherlock's. Sherlock's breath puffed against John's mouth, sliding over the skin at the corners of his fleshy, pink lips. John shivered, allowing his eyes to flick down to Sherlock's pale lips before locking eyes with Sherlock once again.

"Waiting, John," Sherlock snapped impatiently, the words vibrating over John's mouth, "I will not stand here forever."

"Wha-what?" John sputtered in confusion.

Sherlock snorted once again.

"Lestrade told me…" he trailed off for moment, "He told me to let you take the lead. So hurry the hell up."

John smirked widely.

"So if I just sit here," John whispered huskily, "You won't do anything? You'll just wait for me?"

Sherlock let out an angry hiss.

"I'll leave," he threatened in a low voice, though his body made no move to leave.

"Oh really?" John purred.

Sherlock frowned, his eyes cool and calculating as though he was trying to deduce just how far John was going to take it. John smirked, suddenly giddy with his new-found power. He lifted off the chair slightly, coming close, but so far away from brushing his lips against Sherlock's. He pushed his jacket from his shoulders, shoving it down to the chair. Sherlock scowled at him in confusion.

Next, John wiggled out of his jumper, carefully maneuvering around Sherlock, who had stiffened and was watching John very closely. John clumsily unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his arms. He shuddered slightly against the sudden cool air on his skin. He fumbled with his belt buckle and quickly undid his jeans, pushing it down off of his hips. He kicked his shoes off and shimmied out of his jeans. Sherlock's eyes roamed over John's bare body. They lingered around the soft bulge in John's blue, plaid pants. John took a deep breath and decided in for a penny in for a pound.

John slid his hand over his thigh and pressed against the bulge. It hardened rapidly in response. Sherlock made a possessive hissing noise as he watched John with sharp eyes. John's heart rate skyrocketed as he stared into Sherlock's face, pressing against himself. Sherlock made a frustrated meow and suddenly grabbed a fistful of the only thing he could get a grip: John's hair. John hissed in response, but allowed himself to be pulled up and dragged into Sherlock's room.

The pain shot through his scalp as Sherlock threw him into the room. He tumbled and fell over as Sherlock slammed the door shut. He struggled upright as Sherlock started shedding his own clothes. John paused and enjoyed the show from the floor. After Sherlock managed to strip down to his pants he leapt forward and yanked John up by his wrists. He quickly shoved John onto the bed and clambered on top of him.

"Bit rough, Sherlock," John commented breathlessly.

"You like it," Sherlock snapped back at him, "Now shut your mouth before I fuck it."

John shuddered uncontrollably at the sudden gruffness of Sherlock's voice and demeanor. He jerked as Sherlock's tongue licked up his neck. It was rough, hot and wet and it made a trail from his collar bone to his ear. Sherlock pressed his hips hard against John's as his tail wrapped around John's wrist. John groaned and jerked his hips up to meet Sherlock's. Sherlock's chest rumbled in a loud meowing noise as his fingers tugged on John's pants.

"Wait, wait!" John sputtered, "Wait!"

Sherlock ignored John's protesting and quickly yanked away the thin blue fabric.

"Jesus, Sherlock! Wait!" John shouted.

Sherlock's head snapped up and he hissed, baring his teeth at John.

"What?!" Sherlock spat, "Speak quickly!"

"G-god, c-can y-you j-just st-stop for a se-second?" John mumbled shakily.

Sherlock let out a hefty, frustrated sigh and leaned over John, placing his hands on either side of John's head.

"What is the problem?" Sherlock questioned impatiently.

"I just…Sherlock…" John trailed off, crossing his legs unconsciously, "I just want to properly kiss you."

He tinged pink as the words left his mouth and crossed his arms.

"Then just do it," Sherlock answered.

John slowly, sheepishly turned his head to look at Sherlock. Sherlock still looked rather frustrated, but with a softer edge to it. John hesitantly unraveled his arms and brought his hands up to cradle Sherlock's face. Sherlock leaned down to meet him halfway and tilted his head slightly. The taller man's eyelids fluttered closed as he waited rather patiently for John to press their lips together. John took a steading breath and lifted off the bed, finally pressing his own lips to Sherlock's.

And finally, they were complete. Finally, they were what they were meant to be. Finally, Holmes and Watson, Sherlock and John became one, as it was written in the stars for them to be. Finally, two halves of the same soul clicked together. Finally, John could think clearly again. Finally, Sherlock's heart could beat properly again. Finally, finally, their lips danced together in that dimly lit room and it was all as it should be.


Little note: That's the end, my dears. I do hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. It originally was just supposed to be a silly fic about Sherlock being a kitty cat, but as you can see it became a mite more than that. Anyway, I hope it turned out alright! Thank you all for sticking with me! Thanks for all the reviews, follows, and favorites!