Chapter One: The First Kiss
When Catherine, the housekeeper's six-year old daughter, kisses Sherlock, he's seven and shocked and horrified beyond belief. The kiss is nothing more than a innocent peck, of course, something that Catherine (call me, Cathy, Catherine's my grandmother) saw two people on television do once, and her mother and father often, and she wanted to see what all the fuss was about. But since Sherlock's the only boy close to her age in the area, she decided she had to satisfy her curiosity with him. Cathy's only response is a confused look, followed by a "huh, is that it?" from pursed lips, before she's stepping back and away.
Sherlock's initial shock is replaced by a vague sense of indignation. He didn't care for it at all either, but he knows that he should probably be offended by her mutually unimpressed reaction. For a terrifying instant, watching her walk away, he worries that she'll never talk to him again—and such is his frantic fear of this occurring, that he hurriedly deletes the memory (a trick he learnt from Mycroft) from his mind. Hopefully, if he manages to forget his moment of embarrassment and apparently less than stellar performance, then somehow, maybe, she won't bring it up either. So when she turns around seconds later, asking if he's going to play with her or what, he doesn't quite know where the sudden rush of relief comes from, but he pushes it aside and jogs after her, a small smile tilting his lips.
At university, he shares what he thinks is his first kiss with Sebastian Wilkes, but after the debacle that turns out to be, it too is relegated to his internal trashcan.
The first time Sherlock kisses someone, he's exhausted, only barely managing to stagger across to a reasonably clear patch of ground in the midst of the broken, hazy warzone that was the pool, before collapsing on his feet. Seconds after, John follows. They sit for a moment, hearts racing thudthudthud , breath leaving in great, shuddering gasps. They're both covered in dust, mixing with pool water in great, muddy streaks on their clothes, which are ripped and torn beyond repair, and a myriad of bloody scrapes and scratches shows beneath and is that soot, in John's hair?
Vacantly, a hand comes up to inspect it (dark, slightly oily residue, from the bomb, then?)—before it halts, fingers stopping against John's cheek. There's a bruise forming a dark ring around one of John's darkening eyes and as he strokes a single finger across it, the events of the night come flooding back, a wave of terror threatening to crash over and engulf him like a rushing tidal wave of pain, grief and menacing red dots, greedily consuming all in its path. Oh god John almost—and when he leans forward, barely aware of doing so, suddenly, desperately, he only half-registers that John's leaning forward to meet him in the middle before he's there, and—.
Their lips press together once, twice, as fingers curl in hair and tug on tattered coat collars in a white-knuckled grip. A bruised, swollen mouth presses hard against a split, lower lip, but the pain is barely noticed, in fact it welcomed, alongside the shared, life-affirming breaths of dust-choked air. And there's dirt and blood and salt water alongside their tongues, and he is vaguely aware that this probably isn't supposed to be what a first kiss is like, but then his lip is caught gently between John's teeth, followed by a softly stroking tongue and as a whimper leaves his throat, he stops thinking so much. Because it's John—Johngodfinally—and that's all that matters.
A/N Hi everyone! Firstly, I'd like to thank everyone for reading this. It's only the second Sherlock fic I've ever written, so I was terrified about getting the characterisation right and so forth, especially compared to all the other amazing authors in the fandom!
Secondly, while I have a number of first-times in mind to write about (and not all romantic and/or sexual, though I'm sure that was what most people automatically think of when they think "first time", although yes, that will be in there!) I still hope you could help me out with any suggestions or anything you all want to see. So think of anything that people do for the first time, that may somehow get deleted by Sherlock, only for it to re-occur years later.
And finally, please (damn, I promised I woudn't beg but-) review, if you get a chance. I really want to hear what everyone has to say, to make sure I am doing alright so far!
Thanks!