“Sherlock, if you think this is funny it’s not. Playing with people’s emotions is not funny.” You sighed standing up and getting ready to walk away. You couldn’t deal with this, you just couldn’t.
“You…you think I’m joking?” Sherlock whispered, feeling as though he had just lost any chance he had with you. “I’m not. Honestly,” he pulled you back to him, turning you to face him. You looked into his eyes, being absorbed by blue. He bent down to your lips, pressing them hesitantly against yours. It took you a moment before you realised what was happening. Sherlock taking this as a sign that you didn’t want this, he started to pull back but you pressed him closer, grabbing the back of your neck to bring him to you. His lips moved against yours, the sound of your heart present in your ears. His hand held the back of your neck, fingers playing in your hair. The other pressed you closer at the small off your back, pressing his body as close as it could get to yours.
When you finally had to pull away for air, his eyes were closed and a smile graced his lips. You had to say, he did look beautiful like this.
“I love you, Y/N. I never quite knew what that meant till I met you but… But now I know what it means and I know that it’s only you I could ever love.”
“I love you too,” you sighed, pulling Sherlock into a hug and resting your head against his chest. “I take it there was no ‘work emergency’ with John was there?”
“No. He wanted to give us space,” he smiled, placing a light kiss to your forehead. You’d have to thank John at some point for this.