That One Feeling

I Wish I Could Tell You

"Mr. Holmes?"

He's so beautiful.

"Mr. Holmes??"

How could someone be so beautiful? I sighed, staring into John's eyes.

"Sherlock."

I'm shake my head roughly, snapping back into reality. I look up, seeing John staring at me, confused, and to the left of me, a silent woman, same expression, most likely in her twenties, judging from her squinting, her glasses need a new prescription.

"Sherlock.. did you hear anything she just said?" John asked me, crossing his arms and leaning back.

"No, and I don't have to," I yawned and crossed my legs. "Boring!"

The woman gasped. "What I didn't even.."

"Buh-bye!!" I groaned, rising to my feet, walking into the kitchen.

"I'm so sorry ma'am.." John said leading the woman to the door. "It's one of those days.." He opened it, gesturing for her to leave.

"Mrs. Hudson!!" I screamed from the kitchen.

"Biscuits!"

The client jumped, startled from the scream. "You people are ridiculous." She told John sharply, walking out the door quickly.

"How well I know.." John sighed slamming the door.

I walked back into the sitting room, holding a cup of tea. "Where's Mrs. Hudson with my biscuits?"

John sighed, placing a hand on his forehead.

"She's not.."

He was cut off by Mrs. Hudson barging in, a tray of tea and biscuits in hand. "Just this once young man! I'm not your housekeeper."

"Oh shut up Mrs. Hudson, you say that every time."
I groaned, plopping down in my chair, grabbing a biscuit from the tray.

"Sherlock! I really am going to have a word with your mother." She sighed, walking out, quietly closing the door behind her.

John flopped down in his chair in front of me, crossing his legs, taking and sipping on his tea.

God, I can see it now. Me throwing him against the wall.. running my fingers through his hair.. kissing every single inch of his body.. seeing everything I've ever wanted to see.. feeling him inside of me.. I want to tell him everything. I long to know how he feels about me. Does he dream about me too? Does he feel the same way? I can't ask, because I can't lose him. But God, I just want to f—

"Sherlock?"

"H-huh?"

Snap back to reality, Sherlock. He isn't gay.

"Didn't you hear me? I said I'll be going on a date tonight."

I groaned. Of course you are.

"Ah. I see. Who is it this time?"

John sneezed, it's the cutest fucking thing I've ever heard in my life.

I chuckle to myself, smirking at him.

"Stop looking at me like that." He said grabbing a tissue from the side table.

"Looking at you like what?" I said laughing.

"You know what." He rolled his eyes, stood up, walking to his room.

God, his ass was so close, if I just reached out a few inches I would.. Stop Sherlock. Stop. He's not gay. And you can never tell him the feelings you have for him. You cannot lose him. Not again.

I watched him walk up the stairs, studying his figure, then stretch, get up, and walk over to the computer to find a case.