The Things I Do For You, Sherlock Holmes!

Chapter Seven - To Love

"Come closer then," Sherlock invited kindly, letting John snuggle gratefully into his side. "I'm glad to see you relaxed. We should do this every year."
"And you plan on spending quite a few New Year's with me, then?" John smirked slightly.
"If you would be so kind."

The doctor grinned, patting his thigh. "It'd be a pleasure." He took a lazy sip from his glass, a pleasant buzz coursing through him and making him giggle slightly. Sherlock glanced at him in amusement, "You shouldn't be drinking so much, John, with that endearing little frame of yours."
"I'm not little! Shut up!" He pouted, jabbing him playfully in the side.
"Shut up? No can do, you'll have to make me."

The shorter man raised an eyebrow, fully turning to face his friend. For a moment, a few small thoughts flashed through his clear mind. Sherlock Holmes, his best friend. Sherlock Holmes, who he had known for what felt like a lifetime, although really, they had only been lodging together for about two years. Sherlock Holmes, who – despite all his earlier doubts – he was now sure he had come to love.

To love.

Taking a deep breath, John smiled up at him, filling the gesture with warmth and tenderness. He reached up, cupping his cheek as an indication of his intentions. Thankfully, Sherlock didn't pull away. "Alright, I'll make you, then." Gently, the doctor leaned in, and their lips met in one, smooth movement.

After a minute, they drew apart. Icy blue met fiery cobalt, and stilled. With smiles on their faces, both did their part in reclosing the distance, and this time the kiss was hotter. Steady fingers tangled into chocolate curls, while slender arms found their way around a toned torso. "John…?"
"I said shut up, Sherlock. Haven't you learnt your lesson?"

They both pulled away then, panting slightly and laughing as they relaxed back on the sofa. Sherlock's blogger placed himself in his lap, his blond hair cushioning the taller man's chin. John closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "What did you want to say, Lockie?"
"I wanted to ask a question."
"Mmm…go ahead." With a small yawn, the ex-soldier buried into his chest.
"John…do you love me?"

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