A/N Just some cute babbles that I came up with to calm my anxiety ridden mind. Not my best but it's cute and I like it. Enjoy <3

Sherlock was in love with John, there was no denying that. The only problem was that John had no idea. Sherlock spent most of his time watching the shorter man, memorizing his movements and trying to determine the best way to talk to him. His blogger seemed completely oblivious to his feelings, and for that, Sherlock was grateful. He never noticed Sherlock watching him. It broke Sherlock's heart, seeing some of the things that John did when he thought Sherlock was in his mind palace. He would put down whatever book he was reading or blog he was typing and gazed out of the window, a deep sadness settling in. John was struggling with something, and whenever Sherlock would see these looks, he would be reminded of the first day he met the man. He had been severely depressed and Sherlock had known that if he didn't try to help him, John wouldn't be alive today.

Sherlock's phone rang and he answered, finding Lestrade on the other end. The Detective Inspector had a case for the both of them. Sherlock felt his stomach tighten. This would be their first case since John had moved back in and he was nervous. There was still a fair amount of tension between them. He bounded into the kitchen and collected his blogger, all but dragging him out the door. They made it to the scene and Sherlock automatically started deducing, allowing his thoughts to spill as fast as he could. This one was easy, but he took his time with it. He missed going on cases with the army doctor. He was just about to announce who had committed the crime, when John spoke, surprising everyone.

"Sherlock, can I take a guess?" Sherlock smirked and nodded, he liked it when John tried deducing. His friend walked around the body on the floor, his face twisted in concentration. He looked adorable when he was focusing. "It was the grandmother wasn't it?" Sherlock couldn't stop the shock that crossed his face. John was correct. It wasn't the first time he had correctly deduced something, but this was still a new thing for Sherlock.

"I'm impressed John, wherever did you learn that delightful skill?" John flushed at his words. He smiled proudly and straightened.

"I learned from the best." Sherlock felt his own cheeks darken at John's words.

"Well fantastic, it looks like we have another freak on our hands." Anderson's voice cut through the air and caused Sherlock to turn on his heels. No one was allowed to speak to John that way.

"Fuck off Anderson. John is a thousand times more intelligent than any of you here." He spun back on his heels and walked over to his blogger. "And he may be a freak, but he is my freak." Sherlock reached his finger up to gently poke the shorter man's nose. The reaction was immediate, John's cheeks getting darker than ever before and his lips parting in confusion. Sherlock was filled with embarrassment as his actions registered with his mind. He turned to Lestrade and babbled the details to an amused D.I. before racing from the scene, hoping to leave his embarrassment behind. He decided to walk home and try to settle himself. The more he thought about it, the more he decided there was no reason to be embarrassed. In fact, he actually found John's reaction incredibly adorable. He finally made it back to the flat, he found John pacing in the sitting room.

"Sherlock, where in the hell were you? I was worried, you just took off. What the hell happened back there?" The questions were flying from his friend's mouth as he removed his jacket and scarf.

"John-"

"You can't just take off like that Sherlock. Do you have any idea how worried I get when you suddenly go walking off like that?" He was clearly stressed and Sherlock didn't know what to do. He walked up to his friend and decided on a bold move. He wrapped his arms around the shorter man and pulled him close. They had only genuinely hugged once before, and it was the greatest thing Sherlock had ever experienced. John tensed in his arms and Sherlock pulled away, muttering apologies and backing away. He had no idea what was going on with him today, he just found it harder than normal to keep his hands off his blogger. John doesn't like physical touch, and Sherlock knew that. He hid his face and stalked past John, heading for the kitchen to put some tea on.

"Sherlock, what is going on with you today?" John's voice came from behind him; there was softness in his words that the detective had never heard there before. He propped his hands on the counter and lowered his head, fighting with the self-loathing that was bubbling through his head.

"I don't know John. I honestly have no idea. I am all over the place and can't seem to find my bearings." He rubbed his hands along his face and sighed. John was quiet, seeming to process the crumbling man leaning against the counter.

"I understand Sherlock-"

"No, trust me John, have no idea what I am thinking right now."

"Let me guess." Sherlock felt shock once again at John's request to try and deduce. He spun around and looked at his flatmate, seeing the determination in the shorter man's eyes. He had never felt more attracted to the doctor.

"Alright John, do your best," He leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Deduce away Dr. Watson." He leaned back against the counter once again and allowed John to scan his eyes over his frame. The kitchen was filled with silence as John studied Sherlock. Out of nowhere, the shorter man wrapped his arms around Sherlock and pulled him in for a hug. Sherlock tensed, unsure as to how to respond. John buried his face into Sherlock's chest and snuggled against the taller man. Sherlock finally found the ability to move and wrapped his arms around his blogger, resting his cheek against John's hair and breathing in his rich scent. They stood there for a long while, just holding each other, no words being shared between them.

"I am sorry Sherlock." John whispered eventually, his voice sounded thick with emotion and he sniffled.

"Why are you sorry?"

"Because I keep pushing you away," He pulled back from Sherlock's embrace and looked into his eyes. There were tears there, and Sherlock felt his heart melt. "I don't want you to think I don't care about you, because I can't imagine getting through this without you." Tears were starting to prick at Sherlock's eyes now and he pulled his precious blogger tight to his chest again. He tried to fight the urge to place a gentle kiss on John's hair, but failed miserably. His lips pressed into John's gelled hair and he breathed in his rich scent once more. He ran his fingers along his friend's spine, eliciting a shiver from the shorter man.

"My dear John, you could never push me away. Never again, I promise."

"I almost did though. I almost lost you and I can never forgive myself for what I said to you." John's voice was muffled against Sherlock's chest. Sherlock pushed him back and lifted his chin so he could look in his eyes.

"What happened was the result of grief and a drug addled mind, there is no one person to blame. Nothing you could do or say will ever give me cause to leave again." He moved his hands to either side of his friends face, smiling softly and glancing at those thin lips he had dreamed about for so long now. He leaned down and met John's lips in the softest of kisses. He had never kissed anyone he had any kind of emotion for, and it was different than he had expected. He felt sparks jumping between them as their lips met, and had to force himself to pull away, not wanting to overwhelm John. He tried to read his friends face, trying to see if he was angry. What he saw surprised him. There was a flush to John's cheeks and ears and his pupils were blown wide. His lips were parted and there was a hitch to his breath. He looked, aroused. That couldn't be right, John was straight. John loved women. Sherlock straightened and released John's face.

"I apologise, I fear I just made a terrible mistake. I am afraid I just got caught up in the moment." Sherlock tried to step away from John, to give him some space, but was stopped by a firm hand on his waist. He was pulled back to John and pinned against the counter. He always forgot how strong John really was. There was frustration in his friend's eyes and he waited for the scolding he knew was coming.

"Sherlock-"

"I promise John, it won't happen again. Please don't be mad." He was babbling; he just wanted John to not be mad at him.

"Sherlock-" John's hands never left his hips, keeping him rooted in place as he tried desperately to talk himself out of the hole he had dug for himself. He continued babbling, trying to justify his actions with stories of the minds of addicts and how they process emotions differently. He was silenced by a finger gently poking the tip of his nose. He stood there in shock, his mouth opening and closing uselessly as he completely forgot his thought process. John was grinning at the detective's reaction.

"Well I'll be damned. Looks like I found the off switch for the great detective." He giggled, pressing himself into Sherlock's body and standing on his toes slightly. He pressed his lips against Sherlock's in a deep kiss, pulling a surprised moan from Sherlock. The pair kissed for what felt like an eternity, fire taking over every corner of their beings. John was the first to break the kiss, pulling away just enough to look into Sherlock's eyes.

"You have no idea how long I have waited to do that." He whispered, tangling his fingers in the dark curls of his friend. He pulled Sherlock back to him and placed kisses along the sharp jawline. "Now, let's see if I can find your on switch." He growled, causing Sherlock to go weak in the knees as John led him to the bed room.

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