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"There's nothing wrong with me!"  Sherlock shouted but he was shivering and couldn't hold the glass straight. His mind was all over about the little black case wich conatined his cigarettes. He was overwhelmed and upset.
"I know you're thinking about it..but you promised to me and Mycroft.." John didn't think about his actions and he placed his hand on the detective's shivering one maybe out of reflex. Sherlock's hands were always cold but as soon as the doc touched them they stopped shaking.
  Sherlock's mind instantly shushed and that black case was the least important thing that raced in Sherlock's head. He stared at the doc's hand who realized what he had done and quickly fixed his hand position.
"Uh..so..would you like a cup of tea?"
John cleared his troath and locked his eyes to the fireplace trying to make the situation less awkward. He was blushing even so slightly.
The decetive remained quiet and tried to search the doctor's gaze.

"John." Sherlock stuttered. When John placed his hand on his he felt something. Someting warm and soft wich made him smile but he could have never imagined to share the same feelings with the doc.
He was in love with him since the first day they met. He never made a move but never denied the fact that he was gay.
"What?" The doc looked over him. Sherlock's perfect blueish eyes were all on him.
"Can you repeat that move?" He asked.
"W-which one?" John started to blush even more.
"Your hand.." Sherlock stood up, and went closer to the small man. "Can you put it on mine again?"
"As many times as you want Sherlock" He smiled much more bravely. "I'll put them anywhere you want."
The doc also stood up and moved one hand to Sherlock's hand and the other one to his hips. Sherlock locked his fingers to the other's fingers, and looked down at him.

  Sherlock blueish eyes (he has sectoral heterocromia wich means his eye color depends on the lightning) were beautiful as the whole man. His pale skin with his dark purple button up shirt..John couldn't stop admiring him, the man he loved for the very first moments and now he just stood there with their eyes and hands locked.
Sherlock was smiling but he still had doubts.
"So what's now?" Sherlock asked and leaned closer.
"I have one thing to say.." John smirked.
"Oh John..what would it be?"
"I love you William Sherlock Scott Holmes for the day I die.." John whispered and cupped his love's face in his palmes and pressed his forhead against the decetive's.
"I love you too John Hamish Watson" Sherlock said and closed the gap between their lips.

A/U i'm still learning the language soooo it'll be shitty for awhile xxx
Btw if you noticed any mistakes, don't be afraid to correct me :>