AN: It's late and this drabble just came to mind. OTP feels at midnight all night every night.

Pairing: RDJ!Holmes/Jude!Watson

Warnings: M/M fluff (PG stuff, kiddos, don't get too excited)

Obviously I don't own Holmes and Watson or RDJ and Jude or else both pairs would be married by now.

I stared, unblinking, into the darkness. All I could see were the whites of his eyes, open, wide; frightened. He backed away from me, his right arm dropping from its shaky grip on my shoulder.

"I… I'm sorry," he whispered, lowering his head. My heart pounded as I looked at him, so vulnerable and shaken, like a child. I opened my mouth to speak, to say something; anything to him, but no words would come out. Silently I watched as he got up, crossed the room and opened the door, but paused before leaving.

"I'll be out before dawn. You won't see me again."

"No," I yelled, a little too loudly. I looked down at my hands, as if they might give me words. "No, Holmes. That is far from necessary." As I looked up, his gaze penetrated mine.

"I've ruined everything, John," he murmured, his voice shaky. My legs moved on their own, rising from the bed and moving to meet him.

"No," I repeated, placing my hand on his cheek. I felt him flush at my gesture, burning my palm. "Do not take my silence for rejection, Holmes. I just don't know what to say." With this, I closed the distance between us, my lips meeting his for the second time this night. I pressed against their softness, moving my lips as he opened his, taking over his mouth with my own. He gasped as our tongues touched, intertwining. Slowly, I pulled away, our lips still parted and our breaths hitching in our throats.

"That will suffice," he said, his lips forming a tentative smile as his eyes asked my own for concurrence. I studied the lines of his jaw and neck and swallowed. He turned to leave.

"I love you."

It spurted out in the least romantic way possible, but it somehow worked on Holmes as the next thing I knew, we were on the bed, limbs and lips locked together in a furious dance. It was a blur; a glorious blur of our bodies mashed together in love that had gone unrequited for far too long. When we finally broke away for air, I noticed his shirt was missing and mine was halfway undone, but order was a distant concern at the moment. He smiled; a true, loving smile, one I don't believe I'd ever seen from him before. I pulled him close to me again, arms wrapping around his warm body as he willingly complied.

"Love you too."