No smoke without you, my fire. After you left, your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal of so much love. One cigarette in the non-smoker’s tray. As the last spire trembles up, a sudden draught blows it winding into my face. Is it smell, is it taste? You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips. Out with the light. Let the smoke lie back in the dark. Till I hear the very ash sigh down among the flowers of brass I’ll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.
Just imagine after John’s back home, but they still haven’t sorted out their feelings yet, and Sherlock tell him one night that they’re going out to dinner, and he should wear what Sherlock laid out for him on his bed. John thinks it’s going to be something posh, but it’s his oatmeal jumper and an old ratty pair of jeans. So he puts it on, and when he comes downstairs, Sherlock’s wearing the greyish button down and the jacket he wore that first night, and Sherlock doesn’t say anything so John doesn’t ask, and then they go to Angelo’s for dinner, and they get the candle and a bottle of wine, and finally John says, “What’s this all about, Sherlock?”
Sherlock looks at him and says, “It’s the anniversary of the day after we met. And we came here, and you asked me if I had a boyfriend and I told you I was married to the work.”
John just stares at him, gnawing on his lip and waiting, and Sherlock says, “Can we try again, John? I gave you the wrong answer last time.”
And John just breaks down, and pulls Sherlock to him, and kisses him and kisses him, and murmurs, “I’ve been waiting so long, so long,” against his mouth.
Hey look at this thing I wrote a long time ago. Nice.
If I ever end up moving in with someone I’m in a relationship with, I want us to have separate bedrooms. I need us to have our own rooms. This doesn’t mean we won’t sleep together, it means we will get to have our own space when we need/want it. Not just for if we’re fighting, but just because people need space sometimes.
i’m actually in this arrangement right now with my partner and i can confirm this is the best idea ever especially if you’re incredibly introverted like i am
i wish more people understood this mindset
this honestly sounds ideal and is what i want.
My hubby and I have this now and it’s great. It’s a three bedroom place for two people. So we share the master, then he has his “man cave” which has his computer and all his guitars and stuff, then I have my geektastic office
