((Yeah, now it is around 9 pm here... nice time for me
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((So.. in this post I am going to give you a choice. In one: Sherlock gets an emotional crisis because of ALL THE FEELS. The other: everything goes on how it 'should', but there is no emotional development, so Sherlock is further away from being 'in love'. Your choice.))
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Sherlock finished his cocoa too and handed John over the mug. He would know what to do with it.
"Unexpected mental and physical effects, you say?" Sherlock pouted in a thoughtful manner. "Your assumption that I don't like being in close physical contact is wrong. Have you ever experienced that I actually
had physical contact? No. That's because no one actually
wants to be in such a contact with me." Sherlock diverted his gaze for a moment, frowning lightly at the ceiling, eyes narrowed. “Except for Miss Adler of course...”
“So your assumption is wrong. I actually... did like it.” Sherlock stated somewhat surprised. Yes, he had enjoyed it. “It felt-“ He swallowed and frowned again.
Feelings. The hardest thing to deal with and to formulate. “It felt uh-“ He tried again, his breath failing him after the verb in this short sentence.
Sherlock got frustrated and gave up. Instead, he tried to distract John with something else. “Oh, does it even matter? Why don’t you woo your dates, oh valiant knight” He huffed. “I nstead of listening to me.” He snapped, the feeling of that night getting hold of him again.
Anger. Fear. Jealousy. It all hit him and he didn’t know what to do with them. He hated feelings.
He also knew that that was not true. Being shoved up, touched by John had felt amazingly comfortable and he actually wanted to happen again, though he wouldn’t admit it. It was like solving a case, pumping excitement and warmth through his stomach, but much better. That feeling was one he didn’t want to loose, though it didn’t temper his anger and anxiety in a cocktail of mixed feelings. Those bloody feelings made him so frustrated that he wanted to abuse the door for litting the fire and rip the slipcover from the pillows. He didn’t let that happen, but instead he got up and started pacing fiercely through the living room.
He didn’t want to look John in the eye, in fear of what he may see.
But why was he so afraid to show the truth, his true feelings?
Because he didn’t know what he felt. He didn’t know the truth. He was hopeless with feelings.
Maybe John could actually help him. Maybe Sherlock just should blurt out everything he felt. The anger, the anxiety, the jealousy, the excitement, his thoughts, the confusion, the uncertainty, everything because isn’t that what friends are for?
Sherlock stopped pacing and simply closed his eyes so that John could not read them. He sighed deeply and grunted, throwing his fists in the air in frustration. Why must feelings always be so difficult!?
He tried to calm the chaos in his head down, but the harder he tried to temper it, the bigger it became. It had been a very long time since he had an emotional crisis like this, and he repelled every bit of it. At least, he wasn’t alone now and he had no cocaine stocked up somewhere.
“This is why I don’t bother with feelings, they bloody mess up everything!”
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Sherlock finished his cocoa too and handed John over the mug. He would know what to do with it.
“I will.” He smiled back and they looked at each other for a longer time than possible. John’s face lit up when he smiled. Sherlock liked that.
“I think I am going to sleep too. It has been a while, and there are no interesting cases open. Good night.” Sherlock got up, got ready while listening to the noises John made and eventually went to bed.
His dreams were pleasant. Very pleasant. John had shoved him up the wall again, but now ‘round the corner from a crime scene. At the risk of being discovered, John made his quest to make Sherlock moan as loudly as possible, a challenge Sherlock accepted with enthusiasm. He turned around in bed, getting entangled with his sheets in order to escape from the position John had held him. He didn’t succeed. He didn’t mind anyway. John did amazing things with his fingers and mouth. In the nick of coming, Sherlock woke up, surprised at the mess he made, because he couldn’t fully remember what he had dreamt of.
((Soooo... I believe Sherlock cannot 'suddenly' fall in love. That's not canon for me... there had to be some trouble, I think... Or else he's not going to react well if John kisses him the next day.))
((again: YOUR CHOICE ENTIRELY))