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Sherlock's Slowburn for John
A Sherlock Holmes and John Watson fanfiction slowburn
Sherlock Holmes sat in his armchair, surrounded by books and papers, lost in thought. He had been working on a particularly difficult case for weeks and was no closer to solving it than he had been when he first started. He let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed his tired eyes.
Just then, John Watson walked into the room, interrupting his thoughts. "Hey, Sherlock. I thought I heard you sighing from down the hall. Everything okay?"
Sherlock looked up at John, and his eyes met his. There was a moment of silence between them, and Sherlock couldn't help but notice how handsome John looked in the soft light of the room. He quickly shook his head and tried to push the thought out of his mind. "Yes, I'm fine. Just working on this case."
John sat down on the couch across from Sherlock and watched him for a moment. He knew that something was bothering him, but he didn't want to push. Instead, he pulled out a book and began to read, giving Sherlock some space.
The two men sat in silence for a while, lost in their own thoughts. But as the night wore on, Sherlock found himself drawn to John. He couldn't explain why, but he felt a deep connection with him, one that went beyond mere friendship.
Days turned into weeks, and Sherlock found himself spending more and more time with John. They would work on cases together, go to dinners, and just spend time in each other's company. Sherlock had never felt this way about anyone before, and he didn't know what to do about it.
As the weeks turned into months, Sherlock began to realize that his feelings for John were more than just platonic. He couldn't stop thinking about him, couldn't imagine his life without him by his side. But he knew that he couldn't just tell John how he felt. It was too risky, and he didn't want to risk ruining their friendship.
So, he kept his feelings to himself, content to just be around John and enjoy his company. But as the years passed, Sherlock couldn't help but wonder what might have been if he had just been brave enough to tell John how he felt.
Finally, one night, after a particularly difficult case, John turned to Sherlock and said, "You know, Sherlock, you mean a lot to me. I don't know what I would do without you."
Sherlock looked at John, and he knew that it was now or never. He took a deep breath and said, "John, there's something I need to tell you. I've been in love with you for years."
John looked at Sherlock, shock written all over his face. But then, he smiled and said, "I've been in love with you too, Sherlock. I just didn't know how to tell you."
And with that, the two men leaned in and kissed, finally admitting their feelings for each other. It had been a slow burn, but in the end, it was worth it. Sherlock had found the love of his life, and he knew that he would never let him go.