A/N: So... This will be thirty chapters long. It'll be daily, pretty much meaning a kiss a day for a month. Oh, and, if I don't publish a chapter when I'm supposed to, that usually means I have writer's block or school work is drowning me.

Also, before I forget, thanks to my awesome beta ImagineThis22!

Kiss One: (Time: 5:30 pm)

The first kiss was an accident.

Sherlock was lying on the living room floor, an elbow propped underneath him. Joan was sitting, her legs stretched out between Sherlock and two unfortunate piles of locks. It was her new lesson of the week: lock-picking. Sherlock would reach over her, grab a lock from the pile next to Joan's waist and pick it in record time. He would then proceed to lock it again and give it to her. She then had to unlock it again before putting it on the gradually growing pile at her feet.

It was a circular pattern, like how their lives had become after not having a case in two whole weeks.

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First, Sherlock would wake at an ungodly hour and proceed to shake Joan awake. That turned into blanket tugging and blind opening, which resulted in a very grumpy Joan flopping out of bed, muttering about the sun not rising yet. He would allow her to go on her daily run and make tea before telling her about the newest activity they would be engaged in. She would be forced to agree, and spend the rest of the day learning the most random- yet intriguing- facts Joan had ever heard. They would all somehow connect to her subject of the week. Joan would then fall onto her bed well past midnight and savor her minimal hours of sleep before the cycle started all over again.

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Sherlock had reached for a new lock at the same time Joan had reached below her to put one away. Their arms crossed and the electricity went out. Joan had slightly jumped from her childish fear of the dark and grabbed at Sherlock's arm from behind. This resulted in Sherlock losing his balance and falling on top of her. His chest pushed both Sherlock and Joan to the floor, their bodies pressed together. He caught himself before any other part of him fell, but she wasn't so lucky. Joan's head had landed with a thud onto the ground, surely resulting in a slowly forming headache and a bruise.

The lights flickered on, showing Sherlock and Joan how close they had been to having their lips accidentally meet in the dark. Their noses were practically touching, and they couldn't will themselves to look away from each other. Sherlock used his arms to steady himself as he moved towards Joan. Her eyes slowly shut, and waited for the moment his lips met hers.

In a tingling sensation of something one can only describe as sparks, Sherlock Holmes had kissed Joan Watson.

And okay, maybe it wasn't an accident.