“He really is something, isn’t he?” You grinned and turned to look at Sherlock who nodded. Your brows furrowed as you needed to talk to Sherlock about what you would say to Arthur when he got more curious about his mommy and daddy.
“I...love you, do you know that?” Sherlock questioned turning to you. Of course you loved Sherlock but you never thought he would reciprocate that love.
“I love you too.” You whispered still in shock. Leaning over slowly Sherlock gently captured your lips and you both moved in sync. Three years! You had been missing this for three years! Sherlock smirked against you lips and pulled back opening his arms for you the settle in them. At first Sherlock was slightly tense but he soon relaxed to the feel of you in his arms. You looked up at him and watched as his eyes scanned your apartment.
“I’ve loved you all this time, surly you knew.” You whispered with tears pricking the sides of your eyes. Sherlock closed his eyes with a frown on his face and you noticed his nostrils flare as he thought. He nodded and you looked over into the flames of your fire.
“Why didn’t you call me on it?”
“I was convincing myself that it was okay to be in love with you.” Sherlock murmured with tear glazed eyes. “It was hard. I had to accept that I was in love and that it was right, I grew up with Mycroft telling me love was pointless and wrong. You needed a man who could love you naturally and tenderly and without the nagging voice in his mind stating it was wrong to be in love and if you’ll have me... I think I’m ready to be that man now.” Sherlock explained and you felt the hot tears fall as you held Sherlock tightly burying your face in his shirt. He kissed the top of your head as you nodded against his chest. Sherlock captured your lips once more but this time more passionately letting his tongue explore your mouth.