Chapter One: Good friends deserve a little kiss
A little too long John stared at the wrapping, which he got from Sherlock a moment before, with an open mouth and big eyes.
„Don't you like it?" He heard the deep voice of his flat mate and and he winced as he was driven out of his thoughts.
"W-what, no. I was just a little surprised, that's all, "John disagreed with him and smiled broadly to hide his confusion. He fixed his view on the present in his hands, to avoid stuttering because Sherlock had his eyes on him.
Turquoise paper, silver band, it was almost a little too noble for Sherlock's conditions. He probably let it get wrap it up in the shop by the cashier.
Slowly, almost tenderly he pulled on the string and it slipped with a faint whirring. The package wasn't very big, John was able to hold it with both hands. He resisted the urge to shake the gift to guess the contents, just as he had enjoyed doing it as a child and turned it over instead.
Under watchful eyes of Sherlock he undid the tape and opened the folded paper patiently, step by step.
"John," Sherlock whispered and the blogger couldn't help but smile. He knew that his partner was impatient, so this moment amused him so much.
"I want to enjoy it when you give gifts to me" the doctor underscored its action. He could almost hear Sherlock breathing so excited he was himself. It was an anniversary, this gift. A new level of their friendship and how much he had looked forward to his birthday, he hadn't reckoned with a gift from his best friend.
His fingers were itchy, so he removed the paper entirely.
What he found was a gray cardboard box, big enough that it could fill out one of his palms. A card glued on the top. Colorful balloons adorned the cover, with a sweeping inscription "Happy Birthday".
"Thank you, Sherlock," he heard himself say and he fished for the card. He read the contents and looked up, stared, directly into the eyes of Consulting Detectives, who had fixed on the doctor. "W-What does this mean, Sherlock?"
The saleswoman told me that you can give it as birthday present because endorphines from that make people happy. You know that I'll give anything to anyone, but with you I have to make an exception because you're an exception, "Sherlock muttered and John wasn't out of his sight.
"Good friends deserve a little kiss?" John now read aloud and a wry smile crept on his lips. He could not help, because something in his stomach rumbled at the thought that his roommate was able to give him a kiss, although it disturbed
"Don't you like it?", The question came again from Sherlock.
"I d-think so," John replied, irritated and with a beating heart.
"You can it to give me, if you don't like it, but I guess that would defeat the purpose of a gift."
"I didn't think you'd ask me so directly afterwards. I don't know if I'm ready for it", the Doc stuttered and his cheeks turned pink with excitement.
"Well, then I take the part," Sherlock offered and took the package from his hand. Impatiently, he shoved his long fingers and fished for the inner life. When he had found what he was looking for, he held a dark chocolate praline towards John. "So do you want one?"
Puzzled, John nodded his head and opened his mouth, so that Sherlock could push him the chocolate candy in the mouth. Then it dawned on him.
„Ferrero kisses!"