Slow dancing with Sherlock one evening. You by trip over something, and as you fall you pull him down with you. Because of this, he lands on top of you with his face just inches from yours. The two of you look deeply into the others eyes, neither you nor Sherlock willing to say a word. After what felt like an eternity, he finally whispered softly “I love you”. You grinned wildly knowing that he loved you back and before he could ask why you were smiling, you pulled his face to yours for a love filled kiss.
It didn’t last long because Mycroft had just walked in, obviously needing to talk to Sherlock.
“Am I interrupting something, brother mine?” Mycroft asked. Both Sherlock and you said “no” with red faces, then busted out laughing.
After the Holmes brothers had had their talk, Mycroft left, leaving you with his brother. He pulled you close and kissed you softly.
“Should we take this to my room?” Sherlock quietly asked, unsure if he had asked it right.
“Sure” you replied. And the rest of the night was one neither of you would forget.
Blaise And Hermione "stop distracting me, I'm reading"