Warning: Slash here so if you don't like, don't read. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, that is Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the BBC. But if I did, the series would be a WHOLE lot different!
Author: These are a bunch of drabbles I did. I will upload them each separately and there will be five!
Chocolate
"Sherlock!"
John waited a while before sighing at the lack of response from his flatmate.
"Sherlock!"
"Yes, John. What is it?" Sherlock groaned from the sofa.
"Why is there a head in the fridge?" He asked calmly.
Sherlock groaned and stood from the settee. He crossed the room to stand in the kitchen doorway as he stared at the jumper-clad backside of John Watson.
"Experiment,"
"How did I guess?" John muttered to himself.
Watson turned around to face Sherlock. His signature jumper was covered in flour as well as his face. There was also a streak of melted chocolate on his cheek, and Sherlock was tempted to lick it from his lover's cheek.
"-cake for Mrs. Hudson's birthd- Sherlock? You okay?" John asked, snapping Sherlock out of his daydream.
Sherlock crossed the room and took his lover's face in his hands. Without hesitation, Sherlock leant in and took a drawn-out like of John's cheek. He then proceeded to suck and nip at John's cheek until there were no remains of the chocolate.
Sherlock pulled away and grinned at John's shocked expression.
"Cake for Mrs. Hudson's birthday, right." Sherlock called as he sped from the room, leaving a shocked John stood frozen in the kitchen.
Not too keen on this one, I'm not the best writer so if you see any mistakes please tell me!
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