"Can we, get out of the car? There's something I want to show you. Plus, there's a gearshift digging into my thigh."
John released him, and saw him pull away rather hesitantly. "Sorry about that."
"It was good. Except for the gear shift. Come on!"
He went around to the front of the car and climbed up on the bonnet, leaning his back against the windshield. John climbed up beside him. "Look up." There were many stars now, ones they could never see amidst the harsh lights of London, with more emerging by the second.
"Is this where you tell me you didn't like being called spectacularly ignorant, so you memorized a few books worth of facts about constellations?"
"Nope," he hit the "p" with a hard, popping sound. "Doesn't mean I can't appreciate them, though." He took John's hand in his. "You weren't surprised, when I told you about him. You were surprised by my age, of course, but not the rest. You've thought about it."
"Yes. Quite a bit. And you weren't surprised either. When I said I'd been attracted to men in the past. When I said you were...gorgeous."
Again..."Nope."
"So you've thought about that. Too."
"Yessss. Though to be honest, I do try my best to be gorgeous. It helps with the work. That part was to be expected."
John let go of Sherlock's hand and slugged him in the upper arm. Then Sherlock turned on his side to face him, leaning against the car for balance.
"But, John, since that time, I've only had brief flings with people when it suited my purpose. It was not exactly a noble purpose. I had a certain, value, to whomever I was with. It's hardly something someone like you would want."
"Someone like me?"
"Strong moral principles."
John only nodded.
"And furthermore, I'm not exactly sure what it is I want."
"Okay. We'll see. What do you want right now?"
"To hold your hand and look at the stars."
"Good. That sounds very good." John took his hand.
"And to skip this flight, and get a nice, quiet room in the country for the night."
"Also, good."
"And, maybe we can get a cottage with just the double bed this time."
END FILL 6b/6 Confession (past child molestation)
"Yes, Sherlock?"
"Can we, get out of the car? There's something I want to show you. Plus, there's a gearshift digging into my thigh."
John released him, and saw him pull away rather hesitantly. "Sorry about that."
"It was good. Except for the gear shift. Come on!"
He went around to the front of the car and climbed up on the bonnet, leaning his back against the windshield. John climbed up beside him. "Look up." There were many stars now, ones they could never see amidst the harsh lights of London, with more emerging by the second.
"Is this where you tell me you didn't like being called spectacularly ignorant, so you memorized a few books worth of facts about constellations?"
"Nope," he hit the "p" with a hard, popping sound. "Doesn't mean I can't appreciate them, though." He took John's hand in his. "You weren't surprised, when I told you about him. You were surprised by my age, of course, but not the rest. You've thought about it."
"Yes. Quite a bit. And you weren't surprised either. When I said I'd been attracted to men in the past. When I said you were...gorgeous."
Again..."Nope."
"So you've thought about that. Too."
"Yessss. Though to be honest, I do try my best to be gorgeous. It helps with the work. That part was to be expected."
John let go of Sherlock's hand and slugged him in the upper arm. Then Sherlock turned on his side to face him, leaning against the car for balance.
"But, John, since that time, I've only had brief flings with people when it suited my purpose. It was not exactly a noble purpose. I had a certain, value, to whomever I was with. It's hardly something someone like you would want."
"Someone like me?"
"Strong moral principles."
John only nodded.
"And furthermore, I'm not exactly sure what it is I want."
"Okay. We'll see. What do you want right now?"
"To hold your hand and look at the stars."
"Good. That sounds very good." John took his hand.
"And to skip this flight, and get a nice, quiet room in the country for the night."
"Also, good."
"And, maybe we can get a cottage with just the double bed this time."
"And see how it goes, right?"
".... Yes."
"Very good."