Sherlock and John are on a case and Sherlock does something stupid, like risk his life, AGAIN, and they barely escape and they are running down barely lit back alleys as you hear thunder rolling over head.
John who almost just lost Sherlock AGAIN finally grabs Sherlock’s upper arm and whirls him around to face him, lightning flashes around them illuminating the anger so very clear on John’s face.
An argument ensues - and not just any argument, but an argument like we have never seen before between the two of them. They are yelling at each other, more angry then they have ever been as the thunder and lightning rise with their rage.
And during their yelling match the rain begins to come down and they barely even register it, still focused on one another, eyes locked, cheeks flushed, chests heaving.
The rain pours down on them, soaking them both. Sherlock’s coat is drenched, his purple shirt sticking to him, his curls matted to his face and droplets of water running down those lips of his.
Lightning flashes and thunder cracks as the two release so much pent up emotions at one another until finally one of them screams “I LOVE YOU!”
They both stand there, both finally unable to utter another word for the span of a few moments – and then they both close the gap between them and wrap their arms around each other and kiss. And not just any kiss, but a kiss full of hate and love, rage and passion. A kiss that they have needed since the very moment they met. A kiss that says everything they have ever wanted to say to each other. A kiss that has been building for years…
And I’m going to stop there before this post becomes rated E.