DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK

The first kiss was desperate. It was after a particularly long and complex case, and Sherlock and John had just gotten in at eleven at night. Being their irritable selves, because John and Sherlock had just spent the last 48 hours awake, John snapped when he saw the experiment. It was a mixture of chemicals, which had produced this, product, that had over flown onto the table, leaving a dangerous looking foam to eat through the wood.

'I've told you before, don't leave your experiments unattended!'

'But it was an ex-'

'I swear if you say experiment I will punch you'

'But John, you've got to understand-'

'Oh I understand alright; this is you! Trying to wind me up! What social experiment is it this time?!' Then John emphasized his argument by poking Sherlock's shoulder sternly.

'No, this is you over reacting!' Sherlock said relatively calmly, but still prodded John in the shoulder sharply.

Having nothing else really to say, John pushed him back strong enough to step back a couple of steps. Sherlock seemed to blank out for a second, very like he does when he's processing important information. He certainly wasn't expecting that.

Then Sherlock grabbed Johns shoulders and pushed him into the fridge. The tension was rising, months and months of sexual tension and other peoples comments and presumptions had finally gotten to them.

Their faces were close. Just a gentle push and their lips would meet. And that's exactly what they did.

Their mouths met in a blur of fury, John's hands tangled in Sherlock's clumsy curls, and Sherlock wrapped both of his arms tightly around John's waist. Sherlock's tongue was demanding and dominant, and John was happy for him to take the lead. It was immediately an open mouthed kiss, not wanting to waste time with delicacy. Johns hands moved downwards, onto Sherlock's neck, clutching him close, scared he would pull away. Sherlock still had a strong hold on John's narrow waist.

Sherlock maneuvered John into the living room by twisting his body and pushing him backwards. John's hands worked at both of their shirt buttons, and Sherlock put all his concentration in to kissing John within an inch of his life. John could not get enough of Sherlock's mouth, his soft and springy lips and his incredibly skilled tongue. When they were at the sofa, the back of John's legs hit the edge, causing him to collapse onto the sofa. Their lips lost contact for just a moment, then John was back to kissing Sherlock like it was air.

Sherlock straddled John and kissed him, then slowly and steadily moved his concentration down onto John's jaw, and then neck, leaving scattered love bites exposed.

'Sher-sherlock' John moaned as Sherlock's hand drifted downwards.

They were both obviously aroused. Sherlock started to undo John's trousers.

'Boys?!'

Mrs fucking Hudson.

They pulled apart quickly put unwillingly. Sherlock estimated it would be seven seconds before she opened the door. John was quickly fastening his buttons, and Sherlock was doing up his belt, realizing he didn't even know it had been undone. He was far too concentrated on John's neck.

'Boys?'

Mrs. Hudson opened the door just as John had done up his last button. Sherlock thought it was staring Mrs Hudson in the face what had just been happening, but he thanked god that only a few people had been gifted with deduction skills.

'Ah, there you are. I was just bringing you your shopping. I've got more milk and tea-'

'Yeah, thank you Mrs Hudson' John cut her off.

Sherlock could tell he was trying his hardest to portray a grateful expression. Mrs Hudson put the shopping bags on the table.

'What have you done to my table? Sherlock?'

'Oh, it's his experiment gone wrong' John gave Sherlock a glare which meant he still wasn't to pleased about that unfortunate mishap. 'He'll clean it in the morning'

'Oh John we can't we've got to go to Scotland Yard-'

'I'll do it then in the morning, I've got a free day tomorrow' Mrs Hudson interjected.

'Oh thank you Mrs Hudson, you are the best person alive'

'Yes it's alright John. I'll do it only this once, remember, I'm not your housekeeper. See you boys! Make sure you're both well fed before you go to bed'

Mrs Hudson left briskly. There was a tense silence before John started to unload the shopping items and put them in their proper places. Obviously the moment has passed. Sherlock made his way to his room to avoid anymore awkwardness in the morning.