My Detective - A JohnLock Fanfic

Test

Finally John blinked and took a shaky breath.
“Um…Sherlock….” He began.
Sherlock fixed his eyes on John, who took another breath as the blush running across his face darkened to new colours.
“Yes John?” Sherlock replied calmly.
“I…uh…” What was he going to say again? An apology, that’s right. “Uh, sorry…”
“For what?”
“Uh…falling for you?”
Sherlock frowned and sat back. “Interesting.”
John waited with his slowly deepening blush. He fidgeted. What was he supposed to say next?
Then Sherlock stood up.
“Uh,” John said. “What are you doing?”
Sherlock looked at him. “I find that nothing else can be achieved from this silence.”
John frowned and stood up angrily. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“We obviously have nothing left to achieve by this conversation.”
John made an angry noise. Sherlock raised an eyebrow in retort. “What is the problem?”
“You kissed me!”
“Merely a test.”
“Of what? My truthfulness?”
“Something along those lines.”
John took another breath, a frustrated one. “You-”
Sherlock took another step forward and kissed John again.
John shut up again, and Sherlock monitored his reaction, and his own. Sherlock was heating up. Fascinating. So this was love.
“Are you even listening to me?” John asked outraged. Sherlock blinked. It appeared that he had let his mind wander. Even more intriguing. And annoying. Was this going to happen often, he wondered.
“John, shut up.” Sherlock said with his usual brusqueness.
John scowled again.
Sherlock looked back at him. “How shall we proceed?”
“That’s what I’m trying out find out! If you want me to leave-”
“Why would I want that?”
“Because of my bloody ‘human emotions’.”
Sherlock frowned. “How does one go about courting?”
“I…what?”
“I do believe you’ve infected me with your ‘human emotions’.”
“What?”
Sherlock took a step forward, closing the distance between the two of them. “I am…interested in having a relationship with you.”
John took a shaky breath as he paled. “I…”
“How shall I go about this?” he asked.
“Uh...” Then he regained his composure. “Kiss me,” he demanded.
Sherlock complied.