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Sherlock sighs, they had just come back from a near-death experience. They were still a little shaken up but something John said made them both hysterical. They were at the door that was on the first landing at 221B Baker Street, the one that opened into their living room.
John made a passing comment that as soon as they got up the stairs he was going to pass out but here they were, waiting, Sherlock studied his face for a second but decided to look away. After a moment John clears his throat
“Best be getting to bed, then, we still have a murderer to catch in the morning” he went to move past Sherlock but the detective suddenly had a surge of confidence.
“Wait” he turns to face his blogger friend
“Uhm, John, this is hard for me to say, especially after everything we've been through but after tonight I need to say,” he takes a deep breath, “ I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.” He quotes at John. This was the least anxiety-inducing way to confess, however as he was speaking he was only looking at his mud-caked shoes and not at the look on John’s face. John was thinking.
After a moment of silence, the blogger starts laughing. Sherlock’s grip on John’s arm loosened and the soft smile on his face slowly turned into a look of horror why is he laughing Sherlock thought this was not a good idea Fuck! Sherlock let go of his companion’s arm like he just touched a hot stove. John finally looked at Sherlock. His laughter stopped. Fuck shit ohhh good going John you're making him uncomfortable Quick reassure him, confess you feel the same! John’s thoughts were a scramble, Sherlock was turning away from him.
It's now or never! Confess Confess Confess.
John's mind was on fire, he took three steps forward and grabbed Sherlock by the face, he reached up and planted a kiss on his lips. John’s surprised when Sherlock leans into the kiss.
They stand there giggling and sucking face on the steps leading up to their apartment for what felt like hours before deciding together, almost telepathically, that they should take this to
their
room.