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2014.10.03 - JW to SH  [left on top of laptop]

An invitation.

Yes!

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havetardiswilltimetravel:

For mylittlecornerofsherlock, based on her prompt for johnlockchallenges: “There are many different ways to show him “how” he loves him, but sometimes they each need to hear what “Love” means to the other.” [click for larger size]

John,

Last night in bed you told me you loved me. You said it out loud. Did you mean to say it out loud? You must have because your eyes held such purpose…I must have disappointed you, my response or lack thereof, but truly, you rendered me speechless. Take that as a victory, I suppose. Not many can say that. You must know this is difficult for me…I’ve never known what love meant. Not really. And then you proceeded to tell me. In soft murmured words, you told me, and how can I match that?

…I can’t…but I can try:

1. I love the way you wake in the morning; the way your eyes blink open and your arms tighten around me like I’ll suddenly disappear, the way they relax after a moment because you know that will never happen.

2. I love the way you smile: in the morning (half-awake and unguarded) and after a case (exuberant and irrepressible) and every smile in between. I could categorize them, every single one, and dissect the differences. Would you let me? Maybe I will. 

3. I love how you try to hide your smirk when I’ve done something you shouldn’t approve of and yet you do. Why you think I won’t see it anyways is beyond me, but don’t stop. Never stop.

4. I love how you laugh. I love that I can startle the noise out of you and how you don’t even try to hold it back.

5. I love the way your brow furrows when you think. 

6. I love the way you purse your lips when you’ve made up your mind.

7. I love how you kiss. Soft, slow, fast, teasing, taking, wanting, needing. I love how every brush of your lips to my skin tells me you’ve never wanted anything more.

8. I love how that doesn’t make sense, wanting me, but that you do it anyways.

9. I love the way your breath stutters when I push you up against a wall.

10. I love your eyes, every facet, every speck of dark blue matter.

11. I love how expressive they are.

12. I love how they look at me.

13. I love the way they flutter shut when I brush my lips just over your ear.

14. I love how you stick your tongue out slightly when you’re trying to think of a title for a blog entry.

15. I love how you think that the titles you think of are actually good.

16. I love the way you type.

17. I love the way you breathe.

18. I love the way you stroke your fingers through my hair.

19. I love the way you talk to Mycroft (especially the way you talk to Mycroft).

20. I love that you let me keep fingers in the ice bin.

21. I love how you make tea. I love how you know how I like mine. I love how there’s always a cup waiting for me in the morning.

22. I love how warm you make me feel.

23. I love how you accept me.

24. I love the way you call me brilliant.

25. I love how you’re brilliant. I mean, an idiot, yes, everyone is, but brilliant all the same. I’ve never known a better doctor. Or a better person.

26. I love the way you speak.

27. I love the way you walk.

28. I love your jumpers, as ghastly as some of them may be.

29. I love your scar; it reminds me of what brought you back to London, to me.

30. I love how you’re a walking contradiction. A puzzle I’ll never fully solve. You’re gentle yet firm. A healer and a soldier. Unassuming and yet you take up my whole world.

31. I love that you’re mine.

32. I love that I’m yours.

33. I love that this list is nowhere near complete. It would take our entire lives for me to tell you exactly what you mean to me…and I intend to take my time doing exactly that.

34. I love you.

35. I love you.

36. I love you.

Forgive me for writing this out, for leaving it with you, for taking the coward’s way out. I’ve never felt this way. It’s all-consuming, and for once, I was left without words. And these words are too important to stumble on. I love you. I didn’t know what love was before you. In fact, I scorned the very notion at every turn. But now I can’t imagine living without it.

I love you. Wholeheartedly. Completely. Always.

Yours (in every way),

Sherlock

PS: I made tea. Not drugged. Promise.

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tunalocked:

"Forgetting something?"
Sherlock never forgets his ring. He purposefully leaves it on the dresser so John will have to grab him by the hand and once more slide his wedding ring onto his finger for him.

tunalocked:

"Forgetting something?"

Sherlock never forgets his ring. He purposefully leaves it on the dresser so John will have to grab him by the hand and once more slide his wedding ring onto his finger for him.

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"The smart one" knows

Isn’t this enough?

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Holmes:

My dear Watson. It is twelve-thirty now and the depression you had predicted is upon me in full force. But even here in the depth of hopelessness I feel an obligation to making certain Colonel Moran no longer poses a threat to my life. Or, more importantly, to yours. So I am going to confront him now, and quite frankly do not expect to return. Since this may be our last communication, I feel I should explain the very simple matter which I have allowed to become so complicated. I said before that in the last three years I have been around the globe. What I did not say is that in those travels I met countless thousands of people—men and women of every caste and creed, and in general I found the inhabitants of our world to be a seething mass of cowards, bullies, hypocrites, and warmongers. After three years of this it finally occurred to me that the problem with the world is not that there are too many unsolved crimes. The problem is that there are too few people like John Watson. Courageous. Honest. Considerate. Trustworthy. Once I realized this, it seemed logical that I should return to the company of the only person I…the only person who is like you. And to hope and pray that you would welcome me back as your friend.

(A beat, then)

Whatever happens to me now I hope you will remember me as…your greatest admirer, Sherlock Holmes.

-Lee Shackleford, Holmes and Watson (via lemmonysnippets)

Since this may be our last communication, I feel I should explain the very simple matter which I have allowed to become so complicated.

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sherlockisdying:

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Love it

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dixiebell:

Nothing wrong with this picture, just a tiny bit of adjusting needed. Done! That’s much better :)

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