“Sherlock!” John cried (squeaked) as he was pulled haphazardly into Sherlock's lap. He sprawled sideways on the chair, and Sherlock huddled over him almost protectively.
“Why do you continue to be so unpredictable?” Sherlock breathed, curtain of curls hiding his face.
“Unpredictable?” John muttered, pointedly squirming as Sherlock's hold on him tightened. “I'd say you're the unpredictable one.”
“'Normal people' wouldn't want to touch someone who's filthy. They would've been disgusted, they would've left. But you're not like that. You're unpredictable.”
“Filthy? Sherlock, you are not filthy.” John insisted, sitting up a bit. “And I wouldn't leave you because of your past. Christ, that's what you thought? I really am an idiot.”
Sherlock chuckled (without humor), but he didn't look up. “I am filthy John. No matter what I do, it'll never wash off.”
“Sherlock, you are so many things that are completely apart from whatever happened in your past.”
“Like what?” Sherlock whispered, going through all of the “compliments” he'd ever received. He hoped John wouldn't ever call him anything (gorgeous, pretty, delectable, fuckable, flexible, docile, easy) like that.
“Well, for starters, you're the world's only consulting detective. You're arrogant, hardheaded, stubborn, childish, and absolutely never boring. You are completely brilliant, which I'm sure I've told you a million times over, and I will never stop telling you. You're different and unique, you're not like anyone I've ever met. You saved me, and everyday I'm grateful that I found you, and that you let me be in your life. You're Sherlock Holmes.” John said, sounding rather embarrassed at parts.
Sherlock had his eyes closed while John spoke, letting John's words wash over him.
“I truly don't deserve you, John Watson.” Sherlock said, raising his head to look at John, who was still in his lap.
“You know what they say, broken things attract each other.” John murmured, looking Sherlock in the eye (what color are John's eyes? Sherlock couldn't quantify it.) “Now, can I get up yet?”
“No.” Sherlock said, smiling faintly. “Let's just stay like this for a moment (stay happy forever).”
John sighed affectionately, but acquiesced to Sherlock's request. He always did in the end.
Fin.
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A/N: When he says stay happy forever, that's internalized, not dialogue. I kind of left it pre-slash, so it can be interpreted as just extreme bromance! I'm not sure if I'm going to post this to Ao3, but if I do I'll put the link up here. Everyone who read, and everyone who left comments, you guys are the reason I kept writing, thank you so much!
Fill: Quondam Memories 6/6
“Why do you continue to be so unpredictable?” Sherlock breathed, curtain of curls hiding his face.
“Unpredictable?” John muttered, pointedly squirming as Sherlock's hold on him tightened. “I'd say you're the unpredictable one.”
“'Normal people' wouldn't want to touch someone who's filthy. They would've been disgusted, they would've left. But you're not like that. You're unpredictable.”
“Filthy? Sherlock, you are not filthy.” John insisted, sitting up a bit. “And I wouldn't leave you because of your past. Christ, that's what you thought? I really am an idiot.”
Sherlock chuckled (without humor), but he didn't look up. “I am filthy John. No matter what I do, it'll never wash off.”
“Sherlock, you are so many things that are completely apart from whatever happened in your past.”
“Like what?” Sherlock whispered, going through all of the “compliments” he'd ever received. He hoped John wouldn't ever call him anything (gorgeous, pretty, delectable, fuckable, flexible, docile, easy) like that.
“Well, for starters, you're the world's only consulting detective. You're arrogant, hardheaded, stubborn, childish, and absolutely never boring. You are completely brilliant, which I'm sure I've told you a million times over, and I will never stop telling you. You're different and unique, you're not like anyone I've ever met. You saved me, and everyday I'm grateful that I found you, and that you let me be in your life. You're Sherlock Holmes.” John said, sounding rather embarrassed at parts.
Sherlock had his eyes closed while John spoke, letting John's words wash over him.
“I truly don't deserve you, John Watson.” Sherlock said, raising his head to look at John, who was still in his lap.
“You know what they say, broken things attract each other.” John murmured, looking Sherlock in the eye (what color are John's eyes? Sherlock couldn't quantify it.) “Now, can I get up yet?”
“No.” Sherlock said, smiling faintly. “Let's just stay like this for a moment (stay happy forever).”
John sighed affectionately, but acquiesced to Sherlock's request. He always did in the end.
Fin.
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A/N: When he says stay happy forever, that's internalized, not dialogue. I kind of left it pre-slash, so it can be interpreted as just extreme bromance! I'm not sure if I'm going to post this to Ao3, but if I do I'll put the link up here. Everyone who read, and everyone who left comments, you guys are the reason I kept writing, thank you so much!