Imagine Sherlock telling you he loves you under the snow on Valentine’s day.
“You should have seen their faces!” He giggled.
You rolled your eyes at that as you walked down the street with the detective. “I’m sorry, Smarty pants for not paying attention to your final deduction. I just thought you would get it,” you teased. You approached a small flat in the middle of Bromley, London. “This wasn’t necessary, Sherlock.”
He looked at you as you stopped in front of the door. “What?”
“This. You walking me home and being so nice to me all the time,” you said. Looking right into his blue greenish eyes with a touch of concern, you asked, “You alright?” Your hand reached his. “Sherlock we’ve been dating for three months, it’s alright. You can let it go. I hope you’re not planning on dumping me because that would be-”
“Yeah, no. Uhm…listen,” he cut you off. “I’ll go right to the point. I have to be honest with you. I think about you a lot. All the time, actually,” he began, sounding a bit nervous. He went on, “In the morning, at night, in the middle of my day. I can’t even solve a case without thinking about you first. It’s you. It’s just always you and I just…” He stopped and turned his gaze away as if your eyeing was intimidating him. He bit lip and began tapping his foot, you bet he was not thinking but panicking.
Sherlock turned to you and as he gestured with his hands he spoke, “What I mean, is that I-I really like you. And-”
“Oh, shut up!” You exclaimed and shushed him by giving him a quick peck.
You didn’t speak, never made a sound, but you knew what was about to happen by the glim in his eyes. Your heart was pounding and you could tell his was too. Your bodies were now inches closer.
“I love you,” he whispered as his forehead touched yours.
You gasped, “Oh, no. You didn’t!” You giggled, making him let a chuckle out. “I love you, too.“
And then he did the simplest thing in the world. He leaned over, wrapped you with his arms and let his lips gently touch yours.
Out of blue, you felt something cold touch your skin. You both raised your gazes, it was snowing.
“Sherlock?” You called as you watched him enjoy the snowfall. “Sherlock,” you called again, which made him look at you. You took advantage and kissed him on the cheek. Despite of the weather, the kiss seemed to be warm and sweet.
Pulling back and getting off his grip, you began looking for the keys of your flat in your bag. Once you’d found it you showed them to Sherlock and grinned. “You know it’s getting cold out here. I can make some tea once we’re inside, what do you think? Would you like to join me? Come on, be my Valentine.”
He chuckled before nodding and following you in.
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