I Need You.

[sockrodite]

"I Need You."

Maybe it's desperation. Maybe it's just the right time. Maybe you're in the heat of the moment, body-to-body, and you don't even think about it. Maybe you're scared, or angry, or maybe you're so overcome with love that you can't help but say it. Whatever the reason, you've found yourself with someone important: your partner, your family, your rival, your lover, the person of your dreams--and the words have fallen from your lips.

"I need you."

How do they react? How do you react if they've said it to you?

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[captainwatson]

John sighs and runs his hands through Sherlock's curls.

"Couldn't save you from...Moriarty. From Magnussen...From her." John can barely say her name anymore.

The Wife.

[desecrated]

Sherlock looks down, looking about ready to cry.
"It's not your fault I'm an idiot." He wets his lips. "Moriarty ... I didn't want you to die. Magnussen an-and her... I wanted you to be... your happiest."

It hurt, he didn't want John to know.
John mustn't know how much it hurt to ... let him go.
It still hurts, and it shouldn't and John's right here. He shifts, coughing, trying not to throw up again.

[captainwatson]

He grits his teeth and rubs Sherlock's back softly.

"My happiest...is with you."

[desecrated]

Sherlock shivers and blinks, several times.
John loves me. John loves me? John loves me. John loves me? John loves me?

How could anyone love you?
Tosser!
Fag!
Sissy!

You're not really gay, you're just playin' again.

[captainwatson]

"I'm just...I'm sorry I've been so crap at admitting it." he says, half-laughing and half-crying, realising his own stupidity.

Fucking queers! And now my own daughter is one of them! You better not be wrong as well, lad, or I'll skin you!

He winces, resisting the urge to hit his own head.

He should have stopped listening to that voice a long, long time ago.

[desecrated]

Sherlock gives a sad chuckle, hugging his arms to his own chest.
He wants to touch John, but he doesn't know how. How he communicates what he likes, if John likes the same things, if ... They're ok.

He looks at John. "You're... bisexual, I just - I didn't think... you loved me."
The last two words are very quiet.

[captainwatson]

John scoffs; "I didn't even know that was an option. Bisexual wasn't...a thing when I was growing up. You were 'normal' or you were 'queer'. And after college I thought, maybe, I could accept being 'queer', without giving a toss what those at home thought. But I still liked women. I wanted women...And then there was James. James...Sholto."

He blushes and looks away, not sure Sherlock wants to hear this. Did he suspect already?

I meant Ex.

"But he didn't feel the same...At least, not enough for us to be anything. I thought maybe he was just a blip. A fluke. But then...Mike found you for me..." He strokes his face. "And you...wanted me as much as I wanted you. That's never happened before. Not to me."

[desecrated]

Sherlock just nods, not sure how to respond.
At first I thought it was just... men you weren't certain of, even if you did find them attractive, or me, and the jealousy... And then - with Sholto, I thought it was just me you didn't want.

He doesn't know how to say that.

[captainwatson]

"But with you...You were honest from the start?" John says, "'Girlfriends aren't your area'. I believed you at first but then, with Irene Adler, I thought maybe you were just...pretending you didn't feel things. Like that."

Only you definitely didn't feel them about me.

I'm flattered by your interest but I'm not looking for any kind of...

[desecrated]

"I wasn't... looking for anything. I - I didn't. I didn't want to put you off or put a damper or change what we already had that was ... brand new. This was special we should t-take it slow..." Remember, John?

"And then you ... saved me." Lestrade. Sometimes. And Mycroft, but not - strangers. To save me from myself, or at least I'd try, but John was smart.

He takes a deep breath. "I am ... a man, I have feelings, a past... im-impulses..." John's said this to him, he wants John to know.

[captainwatson]

"I know, love." John smiles; "I've always known..you're not a machine. God. Please tell me you've forgiven me saying that?"

He hated himself every day after.

[desecrated]

Sherlock blinks and nods. He wasn't used to being... apologized too. Not like this. People didn't... apologize and he almost didn't want to acknowledge it hurt.

"I s-said that so you'd go, t-to give me time."

[captainwatson]

He sighs; "I should have realised that. I should have known how much you care...I do."

[desecrated]

"Caring is to a person's detriment, as you can see."
If I'm not physical evidence of that, what is? But you're here, in my arms... and I'm in yours and you ... make me feel... loved?