A/N: I think you can guess how I "came up" with the chapter title. I, too, have been waiting for this moment. I will now stop talking so you can read. Enjoy!

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(Third-Person P.O.V.)

Crrrrack! BOOM!

"AAAA!" John screamed, as he sat up in bed. Sherlock's arms were not around him. The light was turned on, however, and there was a thunder storm outside. He took a look at his surroundings. At the water streaming down the window pane, at the lamp shining nearby, at the bed sheets, at Sherlock's partially-parted lips...then, all at once, he started to cry.

Sherlock was awake. He had been ever since the beginning of John's nightmare. He had held him close to his heart, saying,

"John! No, John! I'm right here, love, I'm not going anywhere!" But John hadn't listened. The nightmare had haunted his mind. Now, he held John close to his heart once again, gently rocking him back and forth and whispering soft reassurances in his hair. John held a fistful of Sherlock's t-shirt and sobbed into his chest.

"But - But I was dead! And you-you were gone - "

"Shhhh, John," Sherlock muttered, pressing his lips to John's temple. The soft, breathy warmth caused John to look up in bewilderment. He stared as tears continued to fall down his cheeks. Sherlock wiped some of the hot droplets away with his thumb.

"Don't cry. You're too beautiful to cry. It doesn't suit you," he whispered tenderly before kissing every tear-covered spot on John's face that he could find, slowly cleansing him in a loving manner. John could barely speak. But when he could, he laughed.

"Look at you! Telling me what suits me and what doesn't! Classic!" he giggled. Sherlock stopped kissing away his tears for just a second and smiled down at the shorter man.

"Yeah. Yeah, I suppose it is." They sat there like that for a while, just drinking in each other's features, until John was reduced to sniffles and hiccups. Eventually, John worked up the courage to tell Sherlock what his nightmare was about while the other man laid his hand on top of his. As soon as he finished, Sherlock turned and hugged him.

"I'm so sorry that happened, John. I'm glad you told me about it. So...do you need anything? How about some ice cream?" John nodded. After all, he just barely got over a nightmare. He wanted something sweet to forget about it forever.

Sherlock got out of the bed and brought John some ice cream in a bowl along with his own. John thanked him and he nodded. They ate the ice cream together. After they were done, and had put the dishes in the sink for poor Mrs. Hudson to take care of, they both just sat up against the headboard, fumbling with their articles of clothing.

"Hey Sherlock?"

"Yeah?"

"There's probably something I should tell you." That got Sherlock's attention in no time and he turned around to face the blonde-haired man.

"Well, go on, then," he urged gently. John's face ducked down in embarrassment and he mumbled the next few words more bashfully than ever.

"So, I've, um...I've been having these feelings. They uh...er...they're about uh...you. Heh heh. Yeah, it turns out I kind of like y - oh, who am I kidding?! I love everything about you! Your smile, your intelligence, your kindness, your passion...everything! I love it when we talk and you giggle about something, when you hold my hand when I feel scared, your beautiful eyes and hair...I can't stand it! And I can't live with myself for not saying this sooner, but I was so afraid of what would happen! You must think that I'm some creepy idiot who is so god-damn socially awkward when it comes to talking to you! I've been gay for you all along and it took me nearly a year to realize it! And I'm sorry, but it's just - I love you, okay?! There, I frickin' said it! I - I - I - I - "

Sherlock lifted his chin so that he was looking into his eyes instead of at the ground. His facial expression wasn't the easiest to read, but John swore to God that he was the most beautiful-looking man on Earth within that moment. His aquamarine eyes, his silky chocolate-brown hair,and his lips, parted with surprise, enraptured John like nobody had ever done before. After a while, Sherlock spoke. His voice was very astonished and timid.

"Actually, John, you're the bravest idiot I have ever known. The fact that you can confess how you feel out loud without throwing up makes me feel slightly jealous. I cry every time I have an emotion outside of the house. That is why I should tell you how I feel a different way," Sherlock whispered.

"What way is that?" asked John. Sherlock looked at him.

"Get out your cell phone." John obeyed and Sherlock got out his cell phone as well. Then, Sherlock texted John and his phone buzzed. Then, he read the message.

[ I've also been having feelings for 're bigger than what I've felt for anybody else all my life. I love your smile, your blush, your humor, your vulnerability...everything. Your blonde hair and cocoa eyes are riveting to me, and I find what you call your "social awkwardness" to be adorable as hell. I'm even more of a creepy idiot than you will ever be because I can't seem to admit my feelings out loud. I've admired you ever since you came to share this flat with me. I didn't know what the feeling was, but all I did know was that I felt as if I were flying, almost. Eventually, I grew to realize that I needed you in my life. I may be a coward when it comes to saying this, but at least I'm not afraid to say - ]

"I love you too," Sherlock said, just as John finished reading the text. John's eyes welled up with tears. This was painfully romantic. Sherlock laughed and wiped his tears away. "Now, what did I tell you before?" he scolded jokingly.

"Right! Sorry!" John stammered, playing along. Then, he, too, texted a message. Sherlock's phone buzzed. He read it:

[ So, what do we do now? ]

Sherlock smiled at the simple question and texted back his perfect answer.

[ We kiss, idiot. :-) ]

John blushed and sent back,

[ Well, I know you're afraid, so I'll send you one first. Here: :-3 *makes smooching noise*]

Sherlock laughed out loud and replied,

[ Not that kind, silly! This kind! ]

Then, with that, he cupped John's face and brushed his lips against his in the softest of motions. John hitched his breath for a second before he started to reciprocate Sherlock's kiss and he placed his hands on his cheeks. Both men closed their eyes, savoring the sweet moment being shared between them.