I seemed to have gotten a positive response (and someone threatening to come find me if I didn't carry one) so I will continue on. This chapter is kind of boring, if I'm honest, so if you don't want to read about them talking it out and stuff just skip it. x

"Can we talk?" Sherlock asked from where he was stood anxiously in the doorway to the kitchen.

John turned to look at him, cup of tea in his hands and a warm smile playing on his lips "Sure, what about?"

"You know what..." he sighed, leaning against the door frame. It had been a week since the incident and while they were just continuing their lives as normal, Sherlock felt as if it would be best to talk about this.

"Yeah, I'm sorry" John mumbled as he sat down at the kitchen table, looking down to the mug in his hands.

Sherlock's face fell and his brows knitted in confusion "What are you sorry about?" Sherlock questioned as he made his way over and sat across from John.

"That was... Way out of order, I'm so sorry Sherlock" he murmured, shyly lifting his eyes to meet Sherlock's gaze

"Well, it worked" Sherlock shrugged as he chuckled nervously.

"Yeah, but it was humiliating to you. Plus you even tried to say you didn't want to do it and I didn't listen, I didn't even give you the chance to say no" John's eyes dropped again as he began to feel guilty about what he'd put Sherlock through. He was his best friend; he should have been treating him like a five year old.

"John..." Sherlock tried to interrupt, seeing John was getting worked up over what had happened more than he had.

"And I had no right to do what I did, it wa-" John was cut off when he felt Sherlock's lips against his. He gasped against his lips before his eyes fluttered shut and he melted into the kiss a moment later. Sherlock's hand travelled up to cup John's cheek as he deepened the kiss needily, not feeling anything like this in a long time.

Sherlock pulled back after a few moments with a small, bashful smile and reddened cheeks.

"I-I don't understand..." John managed to choke out, still attempting to catch his breath.

"I know I said I was married to my work when we first met, and that's because I was. Then I started developing these unfamiliar feelings and... Well, we ended up here" Sherlock sighed as he rose from his chair "I'm sorry, I know you're straight" he turned away and began to walk out into the living room.

"Sherlock" John called weakly as he stood "I... I don't know what label you'd slap on me, and I don't care. I just... Know that I want you" he mumbled as he made his way forward and took Sherlock's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Sherlock looked back to John, holding his hand loosely "Are you sure you want me...?" he mumbled, the realization of what would come out of this hitting him. He didn't deserve John. "I mean look at me. I'm a freak, you deserve better" he mumbled heartbrokenly, he wanted John more than anything but he was limiting John. He could do better.

"You're not a freak, you're a genius. Some people just struggle to tell the two apart" John came around to the front of Sherlock, never letting go of his hand. He planted a soft, delicate kiss to the tip of Sherlock's nose before winding his arms around Sherlock's torso and bringing him close. "You're all I want..." he whispered.

Sherlock sighed as he brought his arms up to wrap back around John, resting his chin atop of the shorter man's head "Are you sure?"

John looked up to Sherlock with a small grin on his lips before nodding "Of course, I love you..." he murmured before resting his head back on Sherlock's shoulder.

"I love you too John" he smiled, planting a kiss to the top of John's head.

John blushed a little before pulling back and taking a seat over on the sofa "And we don't have to... Umm, do that again"

"I want to" Sherlock shot out suddenly, his cheeks reddening when he realized how eager he sounded.

John's head snapped back up to look over to the taller man, surprise evident on his face "I... Really?"

"Yeah, it's nice to be taken care of every now and then" Sherlock shrugged, making his way over to perch himself on the edge of the sofa next to John "I liked it, and you looked like you were enjoying it too" he reasoned.

"I did, I just figured you weren't too keen" John muttered "But if you want to, that's perfectly fine. I'd be happy with that" he smiled, pressing another kiss to Sherlock's lips.