Apparently my muse wanted to make up for a quiet week:
At Last – Finally, John and Sherlock come together.
Teaser below the cut
The night was cool, autumn just turning chill. John had watched Sherlock closely over the last months, watching him heal while they schemed and planned. Sometimes he wondered about Mary, but this was where he needed to be. He knew that now, beyond all doubt.
It was late. They’d been working on a case and John knew that Sherlock was healed enough for what he had in mind. He’d sent Sherlock down to Mrs. Hudson’s for some sugar and started the record as Sherlock’s steps drew near.
Sherlock stopped in the doorway and blinked. John was standing in the middle of the flat, no nervousness on his face, just sure confidence. The lights were turned down, leaving the fireplace as the primary source of light, flickering across John’s face. John wasn’t nervous, but Sherlock felt his own stomach flip as he recognized the tune. “Etta James…” He started.
“That’s right.” John stepped forward and took the sugar from him and set it aside. “Come on Sherlock, dance with me.”
Sherlock took his arms. They’d practiced for the wedding. Now, as then he took Mary’s place, letting John lead as they danced slowly in the firelight, feet soft on the rug. Sherlock let the words wash over him, knowing they were John’s words for his feelings. And Sherlock knew that he felt the same. He’d known that since he’d returned, or perhaps somewhere along those lonely two years.
