Sherlock could feel annoyance spreading throughout his lean body. Irritated, annoyed… but not at the other’s behavior. But at the consultant detective himself. Sherlock didn’t know what came across him, he couldn’t bear continuing on listening to the other ramble on shyly, embarrassingly or continue on apologising when it was technically Sherlock’s fault for triggering the other’s memories…
Without thinking, Sherlock’s hand reached out and tilted the other’s face up to allow the other to look Sherlock in the eyes. Not even concious of his own apologetic expression, instead of leaning in and kissing the other as people usually thought the situation would lead to, Sherlock took a deep breath and began blabbering in a low and rushed tone.
“I’m sorry John— it’s not your fault, I know how you feel, I shouldn’t have done this— I-…I couldn’t hold myself back. All these years I’ve just been trying to keep myself calm, and then you suddenly admit that you actually wouldn’t mind it if I were to fancy you— which I do, obviously. I well-…Well, it was my fault for triggering such unpleasant memories, I know exactly how it feels—… the pain in your chest..the fear-.. I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”
John leans into Sherlock’s hand. Sherlock, for all his invasion of personal space, oddly didn’t touch John most of the time, so the blogger found himself drinking in the touch greedily, memorizing it.
“How…How about we say we are both at fault and leave it at that?” John hums softly, closing his eyes and leaning into Sherlock’s fingers.
♞; Sherlock’s brows furrowed, his eyes taking in what view he had of the other. John’s warm cheek pressed against his hand, his eyelashes covered his crystal blue eyes, and his soft, irrisistable lips seemed to only make the man find himself staring at it for far too long. He couldn’t help it any more.
“I’m sorry-” The man whispered once more, apologizing for what movement he knew he was going to shock the other with. Once again, without even the slightest warning, the man had managed to lock his lips once more onto his colleague’s. The other’s lips seemed to mesmerise the other further by each second, his eyes shutting awkwardly, he let his thumb gently stroke John’s cheek. His lips seemed to enjoy it far more than he had anticipated. Managing to pop open the other’s mouth, he slowly let his tongue slip through. Though the detective claimed to have no interested in sexual intercourse nor anything sexual related, Sherlock was one hell of a good kisser. He had known this himself… Years of having woman try to seduce him seemed to finally pay off for the man.
Sherlock grew eager quickly, his free hand began to lock itself in the other’s hair, he could feel John’s body heat on his face, trying to hold back, Sherlock still couldn’t help the unsettling feeling within his chest, his mind screaming to the man to be closer with the other… he wanted him closer. He wanted to hold him in his arms forever.