„John..."

I must be dreaming. Sherlock's voice has never before sounded that gentle. And I can't remember having woken up yet, and my eyes are still closed. Yes, it has to be a dream.

„John."

The voice becomes more demanding, more impatient. But if it's a dream then I have the right to continue sleeping.

„John!"

I sit up with a jolt, staring into Sherlock's face which is only inches away from mine.

„Erm... Sherlock. You're sitting on my legs."

He just nods. And he smiles. I get a bad feeling about this; I know this smile. He's planning something, some new experiment. But...

„What the hell are you doing in my bed?"

Shortly after that I realise what I just said, and I blush.

Nevertheless the question is legitimate. It's pretty early, and Sherlock doesn't seem to be in a hurry which means that there's no new case, and that means that there's no reason to wake me that early.

As I get no answer I try pushing Sherlock off of me. Without success, I have to add.

„Listen, Sherlock. You can't just sneak into my room and … besiege me like that."

„Why not?"

„Because... one simply doesn't do that. As a normal person, anyway..." I shut up. That wasn't the best argument.

Suddenly Sherlock leans forward, slowly, and I back away. What is he up to? God, I can't think with these wonderful silver eyes looking at me!

Soon I hit the headboard of the bed, and for a moment we stay in that position - me leaning back and Sherlock half sitting on top of me. Then he closes the gap between us and presses his lips onto mine. It's nothing more than that, no movement of lips, no tongue, nothing more than the contact of our two mouths.

After a few seconds he sits up straight again. He frowns, and he seems to be thinking hard. I look at him in confusion, too shocked to say or do something.

Finally he says, „This wasn't quite what I was expecting."

I start laughing nervously. „What the bloody hell is on your mind? I mean, you've woken me up just to-" I hesitate, „just to kiss me." And again I blush like a school girl. I'm used to Sherlock avoiding every kind of physical contact with other people, and this is a truly extreme deviation from his usual behavior. Maybe it's really just an experiment.

Sherlock doesn't answer right away. He's sliding fidgety on my legs, which feels very strange. Then he says, „To be honest, I don't really know. Today I woke up with the urge to be near you. First I suppressed it, and I thought about it. It's really weird. Usually love really bores me, as you know. But with you..." He slowly shakes his head. I'm only able to stare at him, and once my brain has processed this new information my jaw drops.

„You-" My voice cracks and I clear my throat. „What do you mean by that? Surely you don't mean 'real' love, right? Maybe something like... amicably love?"

Sherlock smirks. "I don't know, yet. But I'll find out soon, and I'm going to make sure to inform you about the results."

And with that he leans forward again. This time the kiss doesn't feel stiff or unnatural. In fact, I find that I quite enjoy kissing Sherlock, which is something I'd never thought I'd say (or even think).

After a while I gently push him away.

"Any results yet?" My voice shakes slightly.

Sherlock chuckles. "Well, I think you've already noticed that this wasn't a kiss two blokes would share if they were 'just friends'."

"I don't think two blokes would do stuff like that at all, if they were just friends," I murmur back before I pull him in for another kiss.