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It's been about a week since me and Sherlock decided to go steady.
To be honest, nothing much has changed. I'd confessed my feelings over dinner 8 days ago, and received a frosty reception from the detective. Considering it had taking much mental convincing and building up to the point where I could confront him on my feelings, I found it hard to take. We spent the rest of the night in silence, as Sherlock zoned out to think (or just purposely ignored me) and I simply couldn't think of anything to begin another conversation.
I'd be lying if i said that I got much sleep that night. Well, neither did Sherlock. I woke up to him being in the exact same spot, wearing the same clothes as the night before, except this time, his fingers weren't pent, and his bright grey eyes weren't glazed over as they usually were when he thought. Instead, he sat crossed legged in his chair reading yesterdays paper. A paper he'd already read.
"Ah! You're up." He said brightly, folding his paper and placing it neatly on the table beside him.
"Yes.. Have you been here all night?" I asked warily, confused by his behavior.. as per usual.
"Possibly. In fact, most definitely. I had to think, and sleep comes second. Always."
I swallowed, as Sherlock seemed to step back to observed me in my dressing gown and pajamas. There was silence for one moment before he spoke up with the results of his analysis.
"Appears that you didn't get much sleep either." He stated bluntly, causing me to produce a sigh.
"You could have just asked, but no I didn't."
Sherlock stepped closer to me, creating another moment where I loathed how short I was. He looked down at me, and I struggled to regain eye contact as I tilted my head even farther.
"I've decided that we should begin a definite declaration of mutual fondness." He murmured, making my pulse quicken considerably.
"You.. You mean a relationship?" I rasped.
"If you prefer that term. I suppose it can be classed at correct."
"Sherl-"
Before I could even begin my sentence, I was thrust into a hasty kiss by the lanky detective, my words being mangled into nothing more than a shocked muffle. As he held my balance with his hand in the centre of my back, I became more relaxed, shutting my eyes and immersing myself in the moment, clenching my dressing gown in my hands. His mouth slackened, pulling himself away and slowly tracking his fingers down my arm until his hand was wrapped around mine.
Two of his fingers remained firmly on my wrist, as he applied two on his other hand to a spot on his upper neck, checking our pulses.
"Hmm.. Fascinating." He hummed, removing his hand from his neck and taking his phone out of his coat pocket, "I have a case. Mycroft demands only my assistance on this one, so of course I'll give you the details to arrive there in an hour. Turn your phone on."
He removed his hand from mine, and I stood there, in a temporary state of overwhelming emotions as he left.
"Oh, and by the way John.."
I turned slightly, facing the black coated figure as he stood in our apartment doorway.
"I love you too."

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It's been about a week since me and Sherlock decided to go steady.
To be honest, nothing much has changed. I'd confessed my feelings over dinner 8 days ago, and received a frosty reception from the detective. Considering it had taking much mental convincing and building up to the point where I could confront him on my feelings, I found it hard to take. We spent the rest of the night in silence, as Sherlock zoned out to think (or just purposely ignored me) and I simply couldn't think of anything to begin another conversation.
I'd be lying if i said that I got much sleep that night. Well, neither did Sherlock. I woke up to him being in the exact same spot, wearing the same clothes as the night before, except this time, his fingers weren't pent, and his bright grey eyes weren't glazed over as they usually were when he thought. Instead, he sat crossed legged in his chair reading yesterdays paper. A paper he'd already read.
"Ah! You're up." He said brightly, folding his paper and placing it neatly on the table beside him.
"Yes.. Have you been here all night?" I asked warily, confused by his behavior.. as per usual.
"Possibly. In fact, most definitely. I had to think, and sleep comes second. Always."
I swallowed, as Sherlock seemed to step back to observed me in my dressing gown and pajamas. There was silence for one moment before he spoke up with the results of his analysis.
"Appears that you didn't get much sleep either." He stated bluntly, causing me to produce a sigh.
"You could have just asked, but no I didn't."
Sherlock stepped closer to me, creating another moment where I loathed how short I was. He looked down at me, and I struggled to regain eye contact as I tilted my head even farther.
"I've decided that we should begin a definite declaration of mutual fondness." He murmured, making my pulse quicken considerably.
"You.. You mean a relationship?" I rasped.
"If you prefer that term. I suppose it can be classed at correct."
"Sherl-"
Before I could even begin my sentence, I was thrust into a hasty kiss by the lanky detective, my words being mangled into nothing more than a shocked muffle. As he held my balance with his hand in the centre of my back, I became more relaxed, shutting my eyes and immersing myself in the moment, clenching my dressing gown in my hands. His mouth slackened, pulling himself away and slowly tracking his fingers down my arm until his hand was wrapped around mine.
Two of his fingers remained firmly on my wrist, as he applied two on his other hand to a spot on his upper neck, checking our pulses.
"Hmm.. Fascinating." He hummed, removing his hand from his neck and taking his phone out of his coat pocket, "I have a case. Mycroft demands only my assistance on this one, so of course I'll give you the details to arrive there in an hour. Turn your phone on."
He removed his hand from mine, and I stood there, in a temporary state of overwhelming emotions as he left.
"Oh, and by the way John.."
I turned slightly, facing the black coated figure as he stood in our apartment doorway.
"I love you too."