John stared up at the ceiling, an absent look in his eyes. He was daydreaming again. But not in general. No, he was daydreaming about a particular person. His partner, Sherlock. His beautiful green eyes...sometimes he got lost in them when the two men were face to face, and then his partner would have to shake him out of the trance. He kept daydreaming about Sherlock, letting his mind wander.
"John?" John snapped out of his thoughts.
"Yes?"
"Where's the key?"
"What key?" John asked.
"To the flat. Duh!" Sherlock said. He came in and saw John looking out the window. "You're daydreaming. Again."
"Sorry," John said. Sherlock frowned.
"What are you daydreaming about? You always daydream but you never tell me what they're about."
"No-one," John said quickly. No-one?! What are you thinking John?! NO-ONE?! "I-I mean nothing..." John laughed nervously. Sherlock frowned.
"You're anxious. Was it something I said?" Sherlock asked.
"N-no. Of course not."
"You're lying."
"No I'm not," John said. He really wanted this to stop. "Hey you know-"
"Don't change the subject, John," said Sherlock. "What was it?"
"Nothing!" John protested.
"OK. I'll just leave you. Not!" Sherlock pushed John against the wall. He then placed his lips on his.
John was shocked at first. He didn't expect the kiss, but then he kissed back.
Sherlock deepened the kiss, smirking. He pulled away.
"That was beautiful," John said, gazing deep into Sherlock's eyes.
"So. Will you tell me?"
"The-the dream?"
"Yes."
"It was...uh...about...about you." John looked down, blushing a little. Sherlock smiled.
"That's OK. Want to dance?"
"What?"
"Your skills are appalling John." John laughed. Another daydreaming session was about to begin...
...but it would be about the kiss this time.
Nothing else.