It begins

Sherlock, I'm sorry for shouting earlier. JW

What shouting? I don't remember any shouting. As far as I'm concerned, there was none. -SH

Yes there was? You made a complete mess of the kitchen, I was tired and you were dismissive. I shouted a series of colourful words at you. JW

Don't remember a thing, sorry. Must have deleted it. How about you try the same? -SH

Well, would you just accept my bloody apology, otherwise I won't be able to "delete it". JW

I would, however, accepting it would require knowing what you said, and I get the impression that I don't want to be reminded. -SH

I won't remind you of what I said, I don't want to remind myself. But I won't feel right unless I know that it is properly behind us. Well, me. JW

Look, I'll come out of my room and we can drink some tea and it'll be fine. Alright? -SH

Yeah, though I'm not at home at the moment. I'll be home soon though. JW

Oh. Where are you? I'll put the kettle on. -SH

You: On my way back from ending it with Sarah, she was what sparked my anger. JW

She was? What happened? -SH

Oh. Just been in kitchen. Remember what happened now. -SH

Yeah.. I'm sorry. Now that you remember, I can say it again. JW

And, well.. she saw my shoulder scar last night and she wasn't particularly kind about it. JW

What? That's ridiculous! She's a doctor, she oughtn't to care, and I've seen it, it's beautiful, and surely she's seen it before? That's ridiculous. You should have broken up with her months ago. -SH

Yes I should've. It wasn't the fact that she didn't like it, it was the way her spiteful words made me feel. I mean, I've only just entrusted her with it and she reduced it back to this ugly, hideous wound. An abnormality. JW

It's nothing of the sort. Nothing like that. I'll punch her next time I see her if you'd like. And - forgive me for asking, it's not really my business, but - you haven't 'been with her', so to speak, until now? -SH

No I haven't and this prevented that from happening. I'm quite glad it did really. I wouldn't want to do anything intimate with someone who reduces me back to a self-conscious child. JW

I don't understand how anyone could look at you and not want to worship you. -SH

Oh god. That wasn't meant to - John, I didn't mean. I'm sorry, I just - ignore that, ignore it. -SH

Wait what? JW

Did you.. I mean, did you really mean that? JW

No. Of course not. Don't be absurd. Not in the slightest, I just. -SH

Oh. JW

Hypothetically, though. If I had meant it. -SH

Yes? JW

Well, what would you say? -SH

I'd tell you how I felt. JW

That sounds ominous. -SH

I'd tell you how that sweet, but generous comment made me feel. I'd also tell you that that's what I think about you and that I do worship you. JW

This has ceased being a hypothetical situation. I hope you're aware of that. -SH

Yes I am. So, you did really mean it? JW

Completely and whole-heartedly. -SH

I love you. JW

Just reading that felt like you had reached into my chest and squeezed. Metaphorically. Obviously. Although I think I'd let you do it literally if you wanted. -SH

In case it isn't clear, I love you as well. -SH

I won't even begin to describe how that made me feel. I'd just look like stuttering fool. JW

I quite like that. Now, get yourself home ASAP, please. -SH

I'm in Baker Street now. Make us a tea please? JW

Kettle's on. Been on for a while. Think - no, definitely have fused it. -SH

John strode into 221B feeling slightly nervous after the text exchange between himself and Sherlock, a mere moment ago. He felt like a fangirl and felt the butterflies flying rapidly around his stomach in a frenzy.

Sherlock looked up from the kitchen, waving slightly nervously at John. "There's, ah, tea. Here." He offered a mug, coming out into the living room.

John took the mug and the corners of his lips twitched up into a small, shy smile. "Thanks." he said sipping it slightly and regretting it automatically. "Bloody hell that's hot!"

"Boiling water," Sherlock said slightly absently, staring at him and blowing gently on his own tea. "Hello, John."

Trying to distract from the burning sensation on his tongue, he looked at Sherlock intently trying to keep his cheeks from going pink. "Hello, Sherlock."

Sherlock glanced away, clearing his throat. "Not entirely certain what to do now, if I'm honest with you. As I've said... not exactly my area."

"Well, this is my area. But I feel the same way... I feel like a teenage girl." John giggled to himself, unable to stop it. He had gone all giddy and embarassed.

"Put your tea down, I want to try something," Sherlock said, resting his mug on the counter and cocking his head, looking down at John.

John obliging put his tea down, still giggling a little. Though he tried to push them away. He was fighting the massive grin that wanted to spread across his face. He looked up at Sherlock.

Sherlock's lips quirked and he smiled back at John, reaching out and cupping his cheek in one hand. "May I kiss you?" he asked quietly.

John released the grin with pleasure, he went to speak but words failed him. So, a smiling John just nodded vigorously. His eyes drawn to Sherlock's lips. He licked his own.

Sherlock nodded back a little, leaning towards him and gently brushing their lips together, thumb stroking softly over John's cheek and his other hand sliding into his hair.

John brought his hand up to Sherlock's neck, pulling him closer delicately as he pushed his lips back into the gentle kiss.

Sherlock let out a quiet noise of pleasure, kissing John with aching affection before pulling away, leaning their foreheads together. "Perfect," he breathed.

John smiled into the kiss, pulling away in unison with Sherlock. He looked longingly up into Sherlock's eyes and felt his cheeks going a little pink. "Most definitely is your area." he giggled a little.

"Really?" Sherlock said, looking rather surprised. "Well, I'm glad that you liked it. I enjoyed it as well."

John smiled at him warmly, before retrieving his tea to take a careful sip. "And you don't have to ask for a kiss, Sherlock." He felt his knees going weak after the beautiful kiss.

Sherlock shrugged slightly. "I was taught that ensuring you have someone's informed consent before any such action is paramount."

"Very polite way of going about it." John nodded "But you don't have to be that careful with me, Sherlock."

"Alright, then," Sherlock said, taking John's tea and setting it down before crowding him up against the wall, kissing him again more forcefully.

John was taken by surprise but loved that Sherlock had done it. John pushed his lips more forcefully against Sherlock, teasing him with his lips. His hand deep in Sherlock's curls.

"Oh - " Sherlock moaned quietly, arms wrapping around John's waist and tongue gently sliding over his lips.

John smiled, his hand still lost while the other pulled him closely to him. The feel of Sherlock's tongue was glorious and he gently slid his into the mix. He kissed him passionately, managing to gently bite Sherlock's bottom lip at the same time.

At the bite to his lip, Sherlock utterly melted against him, hands fisting in the back of his shirt and kissing him harder. Breaking away, he said breathlessly, "A - a bed would be good, about now."

John beamed. His body aching for Sherlock. He nodded in agreement, he leaned in again before flipping Sherlock around so that he was pressed up against the wall instead. John held him there and kissed him passionately, his hot tongue teasing. He bit Sherlock's lip again, slowly. Releasing him and smirking. Moving closer to the bedrooms.

Once they got up to John's room, Sherlock shut the door behind them, kissing John again and starting to take his clothes off before working on John's. "God, look at you," he breathed. "How she couldn't see how beautiful you are, I'll never understand."

John marvelled at Sherlock's body. It was beautiful. But at the mention of his own, he felt himself tense up a little. He smiled and felt deeply moved by what Sherlock had said. He replied instantaneously, "I love you so much." Before slamming his body against Sherlock's again, kissing him again.

"Oh - oh, god," Sherlock breathed, kissing him back hungrily then pulling away, going to the cabinet and tossing John a bottle. "I - I would like you to penetrate me," he said slightly awkwardly. "If you'd like to, that is."

John stared at him playfully, feeling dominant and a yearning need for Sherlock. At Sherlock's comment, the bulge in John's boxers alone showed his attitude towards it. He opened the bottle, not moving his gaze off of Sherlock. "Get on the bed." he said, his voice husk and commanding. He smiled broadly.

Sherlock did as he was told without complaint, for once, ridding himself of his clothes and lying down, propped up on his elbows and legs spread to give John better access.

John used the bottle delicately, his soft Doctor's touch on Sherlock's beautiful, cool, pale skin. Finally, he had finished and was ready. His groin throbbed and yearned for Sherlock. He could feel himself shaking a little. He tugged off his boxers and threw them across the room. He then took his position and put his face near Sherlock's ear. "Ready?" he whispered teasingly.

"God, your fingers," Sherlock gasped out, kissing at his face frantically. "Feel so bloody good inside me - please, I'm ready, more than ready." He hooked his legs around John, pulling him closer.

Obligingly, the good doctor smiled and then thrust slowly into him. He moaned slightly. Then began to gradually build up the pace. He kissed Sherlock, his tongue hot and slippery. His hands explored his body while another part of his own body experimented with different speeds.

Sherlock groaned, arching up against John and kissing him back, almost arching off the bed when John thrust against his prostate. "Oh - god, John!" he cried out, hips canting desperately back towards him.

John moaned variations of "Sherlock" and kept pushing into him until he could feel the influx of blood rushing further towards his penis. He could feel his climax getting closer and closer, practically screaming Sherlock's name. He bit gently at Sherlock's neck. Whispering, telling him of his beauty. He kissed him again before crying out, reaching his pleasure point.

Sherlock's breath sped up and he wrapped his arms around John, tugging him closer and slipping a hand between their stomachs, stroking himself quickly until he spilled over their skin, practically crying with the intensity of the pleasure.

John's pleasure spread across his body, his muscles relaxing. He gently stroked Sherlock, lost in his insane beauty. He kissed Sherlock on the cheek before laying flat on his back, staring upwards at the ceiling. His breath was ragged and he could feel tiredness consuming him, his pleasure too intense to handle. "Sherlock?" he said quietly.

"Yes?" Sherlock replied quietly, curling up next to John and stroking a hand over his chest, fingers and then lips moving to run very softly over his chest, tenderly stroking and kissing at it. "What is it?"

"You're so, so, so very beautiful." John panted. Kissing Sherlock's head and pulling him to him in a cuddle. John felt amazing. The best he'd ever felt. A small tear slid down his cheek, but he wiped it away quickly.

"Oh - John, don't," Sherlock said hurriedly, stroking his thumb over John's cheek and kissing the tear-track away. "And honestly, no. You're the beautiful one, John. Completely."

John shook his head, disagreeing but smiling at the sweet words. He turned to the side so he could look Sherlock in the eyes as well as cuddle him.

Sherlock smiled at him, running his fingers through John's hair. "Do you wish to sleep?" he asked quietly.

"I do, but I want to fall into it." he smiled back. "the longer I get to relish in this sight, the better."

"Well, I plan to do this again," Sherlock murmured, smiling softly, "you'll get to see it as often as you like."

John smiled and made noise of delight. His eyes flitting open and shut. "I love you." he said. He had never felt so sure of something in his life, but his love for Sherlock felt definite and unconditional. He was glad that Sarah had insulted his scar.

"You too," Sherlock said quietly, stroking John's hair and kissing him gently. "So much, John.'

And so it begins, the intertwining lives of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, being moulded together romantically.

AN: Recognition to the "stranger" on Omegle who wrote Sherlock's parts, I wouldn't have done this without them. This is the sort of Introduction to the drabble, showing how they came together finally. This is my first Drabble series so I'm keen to hear from you all. I will also be taking in requests! Thank-you :)