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: “One of them kisses another man under the mistletoe at the Yard’s holiday party and the other gets jealous.” (400 words)
In the beginning, Sherlock was not sure.
But now he knows. David, the – admittedly attractive – new policeman at the Yard, is interested
in John … He sneaks around John, with a half-full glass of champagne in his hand, which he
always seems to forget completely when John returns his attention.
What clearly happens too often … Glances seem to be getting longer. Stay attached to eyes and lips. Sherlock’s
disbelief and horror grow while he’s watching the spectacle.
He is helpless. Unable, to do anything against this. And what would I do about it anyway … He does not
know, what I am feeling for him …
When he suddenly sees John and David stopping under a mistletoe, something in
his chest cramps painfully.
Well … surely, they would not – no,
that’s silly. Not-gay-John Watson would never
But then David actually points to the mistletoe on the doorframe and looks at
John with raised eyebrows.
And instead of shaking his head or laughing, John nods, gives a short glance in
Sherlock’s direction for some reason, and gives David a quick kiss. On the
mouth. For a brief moment, the time around Sherlock seems to stand still.
Then he realizes that everyone is staring at him. He dropped his glass. He gets
unbearably warm. He mumbles an apology and hurries to the exit. When he’s
outside, he takes a deep breath.
Oh God …
“Hey, are you alright?”
John. He stands in front of Sherlock and frowns. “Yes. Just … too much wine.” The next moment, David steps out of the door and asks cheerfully,
“Everything alright, Holmes?” Rage rises in Sherlock. “YES!” Obviously his answer is loud enough. David immediately hurries back inside. John clears his throat nervously.
“You … you did not like me kissing him, did you?” Sherlock does not answer. He feels exposed. John scratches his neck. “To be honest … I did that because I thought –
hoped – you’d become, uhm, a bit jealous.” “What?” Sherlock asks in astonishment. John swallows. “Well … sometimes I have a certain feeling … but then I
think I’m wrong and …” “You’re not wrong,” Sherlock says quickly. Can it be … “Oh.” John smiles. “Well … uhm, have you ever kissed under a
mistletoe?” “No. But it would be a pleasure for me to experience this with you for the
first time.” “Alright then, come on …”
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