dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats, @ 2011-08-09 05:18:00 |
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Chocolate Cookie Dough Flavored Kisses
Title: Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Flavored Kiss
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Rating:PG
Word Count: 400
Notes: Unbetaed. Written for prompt 15-ice cream. It's the end of the Secret Admirer storyline, hope the pay off was worth it.
15 sheets of stationary lay crumpled on the floor. He was nearly out of the cream colored paper and he hadn't managed to get what was in his head onto the paper. He wasn't surprised, the first two notes had taken hours to write and they were just short sentences.
The third one had been spur of the moment, well everything about yesterday had been impulsive, which is why John now believed that either the presents were from a psychotic criminal mastermind or Mycroft.
Impulsive. Suddenly Sherlock darted up, burned the failed missives so that no one would ever be able to read them and decided to just write the words as they came to him.
John woke up with a sense of dread, a sense that spiked when he noticed the paper on his head.
Handwritten this time, Sherlock's writing!
His hands were trembling as he read:
John,
When you look at me sometimes it steals all thoughts from my head, I should hate that, nothing and no one has ever had that power before but I don't hate it. I find myself caring more about others, laughing more and doing things just because they make you happy, this too I should find annoying but I can't.
I don't hate anything about you. I love you.
I love the way you try and force me to eat and sleep regularly, make me tea, take care of me. I love the way you always find my deductions brilliant or amazing, when it's you who are the brilliant and amazing one.
I love the way you solve cases with me. I love the way that when you are around I never feel alone.
I started this so that you could figure out gradually that it was me and reject me without it ruining our friendship, but after seeing your conclusion yesterday, I decided this was worth the risk.
I know you probably don't feel the same but
The sentence stopped there only to continue on the bottom of the page.
I love you.
John darted out of bed, changed into his clothes quickly and headed downstairs.
Sherlock was eating a tub of ice cream as he sat on the couch, trying to appear nonchalant but failing.
“I love you too,” he said to Sherlock before grabbing the stunned man and pulling him into a chocolate chip cookie dough flavored kiss.