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John was kissing Sherlock. His genius mind had to take a second to process this. For the first time in his life he actually had to take time to think about something.
Was that how things were for normal people? Were their minds this slow?
How fascinating. How had the human race survived this long if their brain took so long to make sense of anything? They really had beaten the odds, especially if you added infighting and war to the equation, which Sherlock had done without a second thought.
Strange how Sherlock’s mind was working both well and way too slowly. But that wasn’t the point right now.
Sherlock deepened the kiss.
It felt like a dream. Like any second John would fade away and Sherlock would wake up alone in his bed. Yet when one of John’s hands became entangled in Sherlock’s hair, the detective found that he didn’t care.
He wanted this moment and-at least right now- it didn’t matter if it was real or not. Sherlock had longed for this for so long… so many days…
Sherlock pulled away from the kids, but he still stayed in John’s arms.
”John…” Sherlock whispered, for once the genius was at a loss for words
John smiled back “My bed’s closer” he whispered, dragging Sherlock after him