Sherlock pouted, he'd been waiting for hours upon hours for John to come home. John had left for the market nearly four hours ago, Sherlock was bored and lonely. Suddenly John burst through the flat's door with energy Sherlock had never seen from the army doctor before. Sherlock quickly surveyed the shorter man, and noticed he had no bags, his lips were stained pink from someone else lipstick, and the man's hair was an insane mess.
Sherlock quickly jumped from his spot on the couch "John, did you even bother getting my tea?" Sherlock's voice was inflicted with a little more anger than he had intended. John looked down, feeling bad for disappointing his flat mate, although he couldn't help but notice how adorable Sherlock looked when he pouted.
"Oh, God! Sherlock, I never even made it to the store, you see this lady dropped her keys and I grabbed them, and chased after her to bring them back. As a thank you she brought me to lunch, and we ended up walking in the park. Turns out she's a nurse at Wellington Hospital. She was really something special." John said as he sat down next to where Sherlock was standing . Sherlock plopped back down next to him.
"Thank you, for completely forgetting about me." Sherlock's eyes flashed with pain, and he noticed John's face shift slightly indicating he was sad he disappointed Sherlock. Sherlock admittedly felt bad for hurting John, but John was Sherlock's only friend, Sherlock hated coming in second, mostly when it came to John's attention.
Sherlock stood once again, and began moving toward his bedroom, John quickly followed, gently grabbing Sherlock's wrist and spinning him around. "I'm sorry" As Sherlock was spun, his robe came undone, showing off the thin detective's white chest. John couldn't help but glance down and wonder what it was like to fall asleep with his arm strung tightly over that same chest. Sherlock pouted once again.
"I hate when you forget about me, I thought I came before all those strange women you pick up." Sherlock whined like a toddler, he held himself back from stamping his foot. John's grip on Sherlock's wrist tightened a bit, and he impulsively pulled the consulting detective against his smaller body.
Sherlock gasped breathlessly, part of him was shocked, and the other part was thrilled because he was finally getting what he always wanted, but of course Sherlock being Sherlock he quickly loosened his arm from John's grasp.
John acted on impulse, and he leaned up, gently kissing Sherlock right on the mouth, Sherlock closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy the moment, until John jerked away. "Sherlock, oh god I'm sorry…I didn't…god, I'm sorry.