3 - johnlock [EDITING]

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(sherlock's pov again, a month later)

strange. it was just so odd, this relationship. for me, it worked. we were moving slow, as i wanted. cuddling, small sneaked smiles, little kisses. we had even made out once, and that was strange. i wasn't used to it, but somehow, i loved it.

i was beginning to realize how deeply i was falling for this man. before, i could do with or without dating him, but now i'm here. i'm head over heels in love, i realized. but why just john? i had never felt this way for anyone, no matter how cheesy that sounds. and i think he feels the same.

but why am i so ready to admit i love him? i think it's our history. we've been friends for so long, and gone through so much, we have a weird bond. i think i'm going to tell him.

but i know absolutely nothing of this. so i contacted the only person i could ask; greg lestrade.

me: so, lestrade, i have been dating this person, you know him.. and we have been.. um. together for about two months. i want to tell him, i uh, love him. how do i-

greg: john?

for a second i just looked at him.

greg: honestly, you underestimate me. it is so obvious. good going, though.

me: .. thank you?

greg: ok i would recommend setting up something that strikes up old memories.

me: oh, i think i've got a place.

greg: just.. do what feels right? i can't believe i'm giving you relationship advice. crazy.

me: yes, yes, thanks, bye now.

i promptly stood up, face red with embarrassment. i would set it up on top of the hospital i "jumped" off of! what held more meaning then that? that event impacted us so much.

so i set up a blanket and left rosie with ms. h. we went up to the roof.

john: why are we up here, sherlock? thinking of forcing me to jump off?

me: well, lestrade told me to find a significant place, and this seems very significant-

john burst out laughing.

john: i really appreciate you trying to be romantic, but he meant a place that holds value in our relationship.

me: but this place does? right?

john: god, you hopeless romantic. i love you too.

he pulled me into a kiss.

me: .. this wasn't how it was supposed to go. how did you guess.

john: deductions. shut up or say it back.

me: i love you.

another kiss. those words where so foreign. i had never said them anyone, not even my family. i guess molly technically, but i wasn't my doing. and here i was with john, saying it. but it was just so right.

i was a mess for this man.

(2 more chapters!!)