Ever so gently, Sherlock put Excalibur down onto the cloth again. A soft, warm smile filled his face.
He kneeled down in front of John... Merlin, and cupped his chin with his hand, gently bringing his head up so that they were looking eye to eye, only bare centimeters apart, close enough to feel John's warm breath on his skin. His other hand gently ran through John's hair.
"John... Please. Don't feel like you need to kneel to me, or call me Sir." He longed to kiss those lips again, but he hesitated- this was all so new and strange to him. It was so much for a short time.
"I.. I am just Sherlock. I mean, I don't even remember or understand all of this yet. I am not a king.. I mean, maybe I was a thousand years ago, but I'm a consulting detective, and I'm pretty sure I deleted most of what I read about the Knights of the Round Table when I was in grade school. "
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Date: 2019-01-14 04:40 am (UTC)He kneeled down in front of John... Merlin, and cupped his chin with his hand, gently bringing his head up so that they were looking eye to eye, only bare centimeters apart, close enough to feel John's warm breath on his skin. His other hand gently ran through John's hair.
"John... Please. Don't feel like you need to kneel to me, or call me Sir." He longed to kiss those lips again, but he hesitated- this was all so new and strange to him. It was so much for a short time.
"I.. I am just Sherlock. I mean, I don't even remember or understand all of this yet. I am not a king.. I mean, maybe I was a thousand years ago, but I'm a consulting detective, and I'm pretty sure I deleted most of what I read about the Knights of the Round Table when I was in grade school. "