I don't own Sherlock, just playing around is someone else's sandbox for a while.
This is part of a series of one-shots that will be connected. If you have a prompt or idea for one, review, PM or send a message on tumblr (link on my profile page). I'm doing one for each day of June.
It's In His Kiss
John laughed as he looked over to where Sherlock was standing next to him. Another criminal was caught and now in the custody of Lestrade.
"Chinese?" Sherlock asked as he glanced over, a slight smile on his face and the flush of excitement still on his face.
"Yeah," John nodded back, smiling.
The two started to walk away, hearing Lestrade trying to call them back for a statement.
"In the morning Lestrade, John needs to eat, we haven't had anything since morning." Sherlock called over his shoulder.
"Don't you mean you haven't had anything in two days?" John said, eyebrow raised, the hint on disapproval in his voice.
Sherlock just raised an eyebrow back as they fell into step and headed to the nearest Chinese, one that they had been to before. The walked in companionable silence, as out of the corner of his eye, Sherlock spotted a familiar sleek black car approaching.
"I am not up to dealing with the two of you squabbling," John mentioned as he too saw it.
"Good, neither am I," Sherlock said as he looked to John and then grinned as he pulled his friend into the nearest ally and pressed him against the wall.
"Sherlock?" he questioned looking up to his friend.
"There is something I wish to do, do you mind?" he asked as he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to John's
John's eyes went wide in shock, as a gentle hint of Sherlock's tongue touched his lips. Eyes began to close as he let Sherlock in, deepening the kiss. Sherlock's hand went down John's arm and he curled his fingers around John's own, locking them together. John's other arm came up and a hand wrapped around the nape of Sherlock's neck.
Slowly, oh so slowly, they broke apart, breathing hard. John sent a slightly confused look to his friend.
"You have no idea how long I have actually wanted to do that." Sherlock breathed out softly, still leaning in close to John, looking into the blue eyes of his friend, or maybe something more now.
"Maybe just as long as I have." John smiled back to him.
Sherlock smirked as he leaned in again, "If you say it was that first dinner at Angelo's when I made the mistakes of saying I was married to my work, then you are right."
John chuckled softly, "yeah."
Sherlock's eyes were bright, his mouth opened to say something else when he heard a cough behind him.
"Sorry to disturb you both," came the smooth tones of Mycroft Holmes.
"It may have taken longer than a week, but I think you have that happy announcement," John said as he glanced over to Mycroft and then added, "If you'll excuse me, I have something to take care of."
Ignoring Mycroft, John pulled Sherlock close one again, lips touched and tongues danced for dominance. The world around the two of them faded away as they did their best to show each other how they felt.
I apologise now, but when I was coming up with the title for this, the song popped into my head and it wouldn't leave. I do hope you enjoy this, and wants to come.