A/N: Inspired by this comment on YouTube from the clip of Sherlock and John holding hands "I'm hoping we can expect a scenario in Season 3 where they have to kiss in order to avoid being seen (you know, a "kiss me!" type thing where the killer walks past them and doesn't recognize them), then Watson can say something along the lines of "Now no one will ever stop talking..." ;)" from daffodil977. All the credit goes to this lovely viewer! It's a drabble, but I thought it would be a cute one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.
Sherlock and John were running away from a mad armed psychopath of a patient who went from one hospital to the next to get his fix of drugs. Normally, they would be trying to take him out so that Lestrade and his merry men could finish him off. Even though John was a marksman, any chance of retaliation was high, and he didn't want to get risk getting shot again.
They ran through a dark alleyway and ended up in Piccadilly Circus, amongst the giant crowd of people going about their daily business. It was interesting that no one knew the gravity of the situation. Luckily, some people from the Yard were hot on the trail of the psychopath, filling the cold London air with bouts of shouting. It created enough of a ruckus for the two men to find cover. Unfortunately, in the entire hullabaloo, they both got knocked down as everyone tried to escape the madness.
The moment they stood up, they saw the patient in their peripheral vision, coming towards them. Sherlock grabbed John by the shoulders and shoved him against the nearest lamppost.
"Sherlock, what are you doing?" John's voice had jumped up a few octaves, his heart rate picking up.
"John, do as I say, okay?" Sherlock leaned his head down to the point where their foreheads were touching, obscuring both of them from view.
The doctor gulped, but nodded. Even if some of Sherlock's plans were ridiculous, they worked every time.
"Kiss me," Sherlock said.
"…what?" John's eyes popped out of his sockets.
"John, you said—"
"I know, bu—"
"Shut up and kiss me," Sherlock growled.
John hesitated, but he grabbed the lapels of Sherlock's coat and kissed him. The detective wrapped his hands around John's waist in an attempt to make them look more like a couple. John's hands subconsciously snaked up into Sherlock's hair, pulling him even closer.
Sherlock forgot about why he was snogging John in the first place until he heard Lestrade barking orders. They sprang apart and saw the crook on the ground in handcuffs and Lestrade signaling them over, while failing to hide a smile.
"Now no one will ever stop talking," John muttered while walking over, his cheeks and ears bright red.
"People do little else," Sherlock replied with a smirk.