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John frowned as he picked up the letter with his name written on it tucked into the knocker of Baker Street. He carefully opened the seal and peeked inside at the small confectionary hidden within; John grinned as he took out the sweet and held it up to his eye to read the message written on the front,
Bad Boy
John chuckled a little, unsure of who would have sent such a present to him. He lifted his keys and opened the door, stopping at the first stair as he saw another envelope containing another sweet
Lush lips
The doctor frowned and furled his brows as he began to walk up the stairs; another envelope was stuck to the door of their flat with cellotape. John peeled it away and looked at the treat carefully
Be mine
Worrying that a dangerous criminal was messing with him and dreading to think what was happening inside the flat; John carefully creeped into the living room, looking around for Sherlock he noticed a white envelope on his chair. This one held two hearts inside
First Love & True Love
John’s heart was beating wildly now; either this was a vindictive plot by an insane sociopath… or… well… a vindictive plot by an insane sociopath whom he happened to live with. A soft scrape from the direction of Sherlock’s bedroom had John moving without a moment’s hesitation; his adrenalin pumping and his heart fluttering in his chest as though it had grown wings. He reached the outside of Sherlock’s bedroom and saw another envelope taped to the doorway; opening the seal he pulled out the sweet and gulped at the writing;
I love you
John carefully opened the door to Sherlock’s bedroom and peeked inside; the room was darker than it should have been at that time of day but was lit with a few strategically placed tealights which cast the bedroom with a soft glow. On the bed, lying on black silk sheets lay Sherlock.
‘John’ the younger man whispered, sitting up to allow the sheet to fall from his chest to pool around his groin showing off the long, pale expanse of flesh from neck to navel.
‘Sherlock?’ John whispered ‘Sherlock what’s this about’
The detective blushed and looked away; his teeth worrying his lip as he reached for John’s hand and placed the last sweet into the callused palm
I’m shy
John giggled and looked at Sherlock with a look which screamed you? Shy? But he didn’t speak. The doctor moved instead to sit beside his best friend, their eyes meeting for a long and blazing look before John ran his fingers over Sherlock’s cheek ‘Are you sure?’
‘Absolutely’ Sherlock whispered, pressing his lips to John’s and sighing happily that he wouldn’t be spending another Valentine’s day alone.