John walked in. Sherlock was busy testing various types of lipsticks and their wear and tear on mens collars.
"There you are, quick, hand me that shade of coral there." He said hurriedly pointing to a tube on a nearby desk.
John did so then took off his coat and tossed it on a chair.
"Where have you been? I've needed you all day." Holmes explained staring into a microscope.
"I've been on a date. Sort of pointless really. Never going to get shagged with you as a flatmate." I joked, reading Sherlocks notes from his pad. "You really think this woman was shot three times in the temple because she bought this shade of lipstick?"
Sherlock shook his head and concentrated hard, comparing two colors now. "I don't understand your need for human companionship. You don't even require compassion like any other human is looking for. You just want regular shags, as if you deserve it." He took a deep breath. "And no I do not believe this woman was murdered for buying this shade of lipstick, I think she was murdered because she wore the same shade as the woman who has been shagging the Department Executive of the Ministry of Defense."
"As if I deserve it? What do you mean about that? You think I deserve a little compassion, even if it is horizontal? Where do you get off?" John countered, he was near yelling. "And if someone's been murdered for shagging someone elses husband, I'd blame the wife in that situation." He said, matter-of-factly.
Holmes smiled wide and evily at John. "I've checked the wife, she's got a solid alibi. So someone else is angry about the affair. And honestly John, would you please put your mind into your work? I want to finish this case."
John withdrew his head and began helping Sherlock. "Get offended did we? Was it the 'get off' comment?"
Sherlock slammed his fist to the table. "Damnit John! Come here!" He grabbed John by the arm and dragged him to his room.
Throwing him to the bed he closed the door behind them.
"Sherlock what are you—" John started as Holmes began undressing.
"I'm going to get you off so you can get off this ridiculous subject." He explained. "Now get undressed. I want to finish this case."
"You're insane." John said shaking his head but not moving.
Tossing his scarf to the side Sherlock stalked towards John, climbed over him, and pressed his lips against the small soldiers own. John didn't protest as his heart raced, and he began tearing off his clothes.
Sherlock remained in nothing more except his briefs and sat there before John, beaming at him.
"Where do you want me John?"
"Oh," Shyness smacked Watson across the face. "oh, I'm—whatever you want."
"This is for you, just so you know. So you do it however you like. Judgment free."
He grasped Sherlocks curly brown fluff in his hand and pulled him to meet his kiss. He got aggressive quickly, his kisses becoming more forceful while he thrust his hands down Holmes underwear.
Then the door opened. They both snapped to attention and turned to see Mrs Hudson standing there.
"Oh." She said, wide-eyed. "I heard shouting, then loud bangs. So I—"
Then she fainted.
Sherlock hopped up. As he strode to her side he cast back, "Would you look at that John. You've killed Mrs. Hudson."