A Johnlock Fic
"Mamma Mia!" Angelo exclaimed, not for the first time that evening.
He was glad that the favourite window seat had already been occupied when Sherlock and his new companion had returned that evening. Even so, there was still a large crowd gathered behind the glass outside.
Unable to stop himself, Angelo glanced back once again at the booth in the back corner and fought the urge to evict everyone else from the premises; it seemed rude they should all be wanting dinner at this time.
The cause of all this commotion was of course the fact that halfway through lifting his fork to his mouth, John had been interrupted by Sherlock grabbing his head in both hands before kissing him deeply and very conspicuously. At which point it had become obvious to Angelo just why Sherlock hadn't bothered to order anything – he had plans to keep his mouth otherwise engaged.
John had dropped the fork.
Sherlock tilted his head, running his tongue along the other's lips, never allowing John to open his in return. Instead he kissed the doctor's nose, forehead, pulled gently on his earlobe with his teeth. He ran his tongue down John's jaw and across his jugular before sucking obviously on the other man's adams apple. It was at about this point that John's hands finally gained access to the skin beneath Sherlock's shirt.
At the sudden touch, Sherlock appeared to uncharacteristically lose control, grasping at John's shoulders, holding him down as he again found the smaller man's mouth, this time gathering John's upper lip between his own, sucking at the swollen flesh and then grinning wide enough to dip his tongue slowly, languidly, into the open mouth beneath him.
By this stage the rest of the diners had stopped eating, now staring unabashedly at the two men in the corner, watching as tongue slid past tongue; mouths slick and pulsing. Angelo was wondering what the policy on pavements was and whether he had the right to move people along and away from his seriously steamed up window.
When he looked back at the booth he was relieved to see they were having a breather, Sherlock taking advantage of John's already open mouth and feeding him that abandoned forkful of pasta. Unfortunately a look from the doctor was all it seemed to take.
"Mamma Mia!" Repeated Angelo, "Here they go again!"