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Baby, I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time,
And maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you.
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you pulled me out of time,
You hung me on the line.
Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you.
Baby, I'm a man, maybe I'm a lonely man
Who's in the middle of something
That he doesn't really understand.
"Maybe I'm Amazed" by Paul McCartney
Try kissing your partner's cheek when they least expect it.
Sherlock grimaced and clicked the arrow to the next tip. He'd already gone through several.
Hold his/her hand in public. Entwine your fingers together to add extra sweetness.
He frowned.
Touch your partner intimately, but not just sexually in the bedroom. Kisses to the forehead, hugs from behind, or brushing his/her cheek with the back of your fingers will cause shivers to run down his/her spine!
Moving on.
Surprise your significant other with something special, like flowers or candy. Not just on holidays either!
The frown deepened, and again he clicked the mouse.
Make him/her a special dinner or snack. This is ideal for anniversaries!
With a frustrated growl, Sherlock clicked out of the love advice website and tugged hard at his curls. He and John had successfully entered a sexual and romantic relationship only last month, and realized something about it was off.
He considered it to be him, really. He was the circle in the square hole.
What he really was, was not romantic. Not affectionate.
Oh, John. John was definitely the romantic.
John would kiss him before he went off to the clinic in the mornings and even make him cups of tea before he took off. He'd play with his hair while they watched Jeremy Kyle and tut at him when Sherlock would deduce who the real father was before the DNA results were shown. John would trace circles on his bare chest in the middle of the night and whisper beautiful things to Sherlock as he heaved and gasped and shouted for him through an earth-shattering orgasm. John would remind him that he loved him before they drifted off, cuddled into each other.
John would do anything for him. John would kill and grieve and give up and unconditionally love him.
Yes, John was the romantic, he supposed, as he closed his laptop.
An ache began in his chest and stomach, and Sherlock quickly devised a plan. Yes. He'd be romantic. He could do that. He could just...
Oh.
Sherlock pulled open his laptop and clicked on his history tab.
The “How to Be Loving and Romantic – Tips and Tricks” article popped up again, and this, this was suddenly Sherlock's mission and top priority.
His mobile buzzed and rang, the desk vibrating under Sherlock's fingers.
“Sherlock Holmes. ...Oh, hello. A six will do, but if it's a three and you're lying again...”
Well, perhaps not his top priority. Not just yet.