“Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?” John was blushing from his hair probably down to his toes.
Sherlock leaned closer carefully, as if examining an easily frightened animal. “Say it again, John.”
John looked up into John’s eyes. Instead of repeating what he’d said, he grabbed the detective and pulled him into a kiss. Who needed words when actions would do just fine.
They came up for air and Sherlock stared at him, smiling softly. “Say it,” he repeated.
John rolled his eyes and pushed Sherlock into his chair. “You heard me perfectly well.”
Sherlock reached up and grabbed John’s hips, pulling him into his lap. Holding him tightly, his breath was hot against John’s ear. “I love you too.”