Sherlock, plucking flower petals: John loves me!!! *twirls* John loves me not. *shoots wall* JOHN LOVES ME!! *falls backwards onto sofa*
John: *clueless* If I didn’t know any better I’d say he was … heartbrokenly pining for someone named John?? Who the fuck else does he know named John?!!!! I’ll sprain him.
when the months keep passing by even though you’re not in the head space to emotionally process them and you realize it is impossible to escape the passage of time
Super early in their relationship Sherlock and John, post case, running up the steps of 221B, giggling and still high on adrenaline, and when they get into the sitting room Sherlock shuts the door and leans back against it and breathes, “Kiss me,” and John licks his lips, pressing right up against Sherlock, and he puts on his best smirk and cocks an eyebrow and says, “Where?” and Sherlock blushes to the tips of his ears.
Amber 