All That Needed To Be Said
TITLE: All That Needed To Be Said
FANDOM: BBC Sherlock
PAIRING: Johnlock
RATING: T
WORDCOUNT: 475
WARNINGS: fluff probably
SUMMARY: Johnlock first kiss essentially. Nothing excessively creative, just my headcanon.
We’d hit a wall in the case. What had seemed like a simple murder had quickly gone down a most unexpected road. I was standing by the table and Sherlock was in the kitchen pacing and being insufferable. He never was very good at accepting defeat. I suggested something, I don’t now remember what, fully expecting a quick-fire rebuttal to what was surely a ridiculous idea. Instead Sherlock came bounding into the room, his exuberance fully restored.
“John, you’re brilliant!” he exclaimed and before I had any idea what he was doing, he came up to me and grabbed the sides of my face, he gave a quick peck on my lips, and sat down at my laptop (which he had long since deduced the password to, and which I had long since given up on keeping him off of). It was only a quick mindless thing, but to me it was of some significance. I had a look of confusion briefly, which I believe flashed to anger for a short second. I think my eyes probably had a visible glimmer as I calmed my expression enough to say his name and all but down right snog him.
I don’t know where it came from still, and I certainly didn’t know then, but he didn’t exactly object. His hands found a natural place of rest on my hips and I honestly couldn’t say how long we stood like that.
The next day it wasn’t mentions, nor in fat the next week or the week after that, but the whole time it was there in the back of my mind. And I’m quite sure it was on Sherlock’s mind as well. He did finish the first case, but seemed unable to focus on the next one. I assume it is this fact that bothered him the most, and what eventually brought him to confront me about it.
He approached it a very different way than most men facing a sexuality crisis would have; attempting to rat out the betraying psychological feature and ‘delete’ it as he had the solar system. Of course, one can’t simply delete emotions, especially when they are shared by another. So later that week, having apparently realized this and given up that particular method of dealing with the issue, he came to me and said “John, I have to perform an experiment, and I shall need your help,”
So I nodded and inquired “Okay, what do I need to do?”
He said “Nothing,” and kissed me again. This time not an excited peck or a ravishing snog, but just a kiss, a tender, simple, kiss. It was surprising coming from him, but when we broke apart and smiled -part out of embarrassment, and part out of bliss- I whispered “thank you” and he nodded. And that was all that needed to be said.