John was watching shifting images of streets, buildings and people as he was sitting in a cab. This case was a nice one. Perfect for a new entry on his blog. Complicated enough to keep Sherlock interested but nothing too brutal. Only a really expensive necklace missing and a man that tried to run abroad with it. They caught him at the last moment and the chase, the chase was marvelous. Wild grin appeared on John's face at the memory, blood was still gleefully pulsing in his ears. There was nothing like the feeling of cold air burning his lungs and that faint sensation of a danger to make him feel alive again. The adrenaline that was still running in his veins made him even more aware of Sherlock's body heat and that gentle waves of warm it was sending. When he turned his head John could saw that his best friend's chicks were still a little bit flushed from the race, his lips slightly parted to catch up on air. Oh Jesus.
He turned back toward the window. The need to touch Sherlock was seeping through every nerve ending in John's body. It was almost unbearable. Using all his remaining mind power John once again tried to focus on the outside images. They were nearly there. Only a few more cross-streets and they're going to be at home. When the cab pulled over he jumped out of it leaving a really unreasonably big tip for the driver and went straight to the front door following Sherlock. As soon as they were inside John shoved him against a wall. One of his leg slit between Sherlock's as he started kissing him soundly. The consulting detective responded almost instantly humming quietly his approval. The kiss was hard, deep and breathtaking with plenty of tongue and teeth bumping. One of John's hand took hold of that ridiculously long neck, the other was firmly placed on Sherlock's heavily moving chest pinning him to the wall.
Oh God, he needed some friction. John's hand slit down from Sherlock's chest and found his bony hip. He griped it tightly and pulled him closer forcefully. Yes.
Sherlock broke the kiss with a gasp, and the next second he started paying close attention to John's jaw. That made him shiver more than it probably should but at the time John couldn't find a single reason to care.
"I think…" a sharp line of teeth greased his jaw "I think that maybe we should…" another bite "we should take it upstairs?"
"God, yes."