Sherlock notices at once the way John starts under his gaze. Pupils dilating. He doesn't need to take a pulse to know John's heart rate is elevated, because he can deduce that from the change in his respiration. He'd been being very vague and general using the word 'love' in association with these symptoms years ago with Miss Adler. Lust is a closer definition. A physical desire.
And, Sherlock doesn't know how he feels about that. He might be exuding his own similar list of symptoms back at John. Heat. Intensity. And his own fairly dilated pupils. But it is dark in here, isn't it?
"And, do you have any requests?" he asks, searching what he can see the parts of John's face that he's not trying to hide.
Would something like that work? A physical relationship with John Watson. The thought had never once crossed his mind until just now. It's not just John, either. He's never really thought of anyone like that. Not even Miss Adler and her all too apparent advances in that area.
And maybe, he's leaning a little closer than before. Inviting? Perhaps. He won't make the first move because he's hesitating.
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And, Sherlock doesn't know how he feels about that. He might be exuding his own similar list of symptoms back at John. Heat. Intensity. And his own fairly dilated pupils. But it is dark in here, isn't it?
"And, do you have any requests?" he asks, searching what he can see the parts of John's face that he's not trying to hide.
Would something like that work? A physical relationship with John Watson. The thought had never once crossed his mind until just now. It's not just John, either. He's never really thought of anyone like that. Not even Miss Adler and her all too apparent advances in that area.
And maybe, he's leaning a little closer than before. Inviting? Perhaps. He won't make the first move because he's hesitating.