As I’ve said before, I don’t need meta or arguments to convince me that this is a love story; it very clearly is. I am 100% comfortable with that assessment, and I adore that it is a love story and not a sex story. In other words, in the end, I want to know that they love each other, not that they fucked. I mean, if they fuck? Cherry on top. I’ll watch the tangled limbs in Sherlock’s room under the watchful eye of his periodic table scene whenever they want to grace the world with it, but… it’s not what I most want from the story. I want this to be a love story about these two men that is so compelling and so affecting that no one watching, no matter what his or her feelings about sexuality, can deny it.
On that note, I just want to mention that I see so many posts about Sherlock’s “military kink”, but for me, that assessment of a moment like this is so diminishing. For me, Sherlock isn’t responding to military men in general, he is responding to JOHN. This is Sherlock responding to the steel in JOHN that he is continually surprised by — that quality in John that rendered him momentarily slack-jawed and speechless with admiration when he realised John had shot Jefferson Hope to save him. I love that Sherlock REALLY notices John and truly sees how extraordinary this small, damaged, cardigan-wearing, unassuming man really is, and I love to think that, here, he is enjoying that JOHN is commanding, authoritative and respected by his military colleagues. John needed someone to see him like that as much as Sherlock needed a John to see him.
In other words, I would much rather imagine that the punctum in this situation, for Sherlock, is JOHN, not that it’s just a generalised objectification of military men. I want this to be about love.