JOHNLOCK! Sherlock surprise attacks John. I don't own Sherlock, it belongs to Lord Moffat and Godtiss. I DON'T OWN TESCO!
'Sherlock.'
'Sherlock.'
'SHERLOCK!' John tried shouting for the third time before the man looked up from his microscope, a look of annoyance painted on his face.
'Sherlock I'm going to the shops, do you want anything?' John asked exasperated.
'Yes, can you get me some Bromine water?' Sherlock asked. 'I'm running out and I'm trying to make butter less saturated.' John just sighed and guessed not to ask.
'Sherlock they don't sell Bromine water at Tescos.' John watched as the detective jumped out of his seat to fetch the notebook that he planned experiments in, Sherlock's eyes raked over the page and widened. Once again John didn't want to know.
'Okay, the butter can wait until the stock cupboard at Barts has been re-stocked, for the next experiment I will only require breath mints, or chewing gum.' Sherlock said dismissing John to the shop.
...one hour later...
Sherlock raided through the bags that John had returned with, whilst his flat mate was attempting to put the food away. Sherlock finally found what he was looking for and shoved the spearmint flavoured oval in his mouth and offering one to John.
'Thanks' he mumbled not looking up from what he was doing, taking the mint and popping it into his mouth. He was sick of Sherlock, he always used him and took him for granted and John knew that, but he couldn't bring himself to not do as the man wished. Stupid Sherlock, stripping him of his dignity, no wonder people thought they were a couple; John was like his lap dog, complying to his every need. What gave Sherlock Holmes the right to order him around and all he got as a thank you was this mint, which was probably part of Sherlock's experiment. Speaking of Sherlock's experiment, the man owed him 64p. John was going to stand up for himself now, even if it was just to get the money for the mints back. He turned around to tell him.
'Sherlock you owe...' John was cut off by the unfamiliar feeling of a pair of soft warm lips against his, the sensation startled him so much that he pulled back suddenly as he realised that he was choking of the mint.
'What was that! What was that! What was that!' John internally screamed as he tried to focus on not dying a mint flavoured death. 'Oh my God! Why would Sherlock even? What?'
'God damn it John, you ruined it!' Sherlock complained walking round to hit John on the back to dislodge the mint. 'Now I'm going to have to do it to Lestrade and Anderson will forever give me crap if he finds out.'
John was speachess for a moment, but then began to speak him mind.
'What was that?' he asked trying to keep a calm voice.
'An experiment.' Sherlock stated simply.
'Yes, but what was that?' Sherlock sighed at the shorter mans ignorance.
'I wanted to see the reaction of a heterosexual person when a person of the same sex kisses them, but choking wasn't the outcome I was expecting.' He said casually.
'Why me?' John asked, still in a state of shock.
'Well I asked Molly if she would kiss your girlfriend Sarah and she refused. I can't believe she did, I even told her she looked pretty today and she still said no, I guess she finally grew a backbone, but she chose the wrong time to do so. Anyway then I asked your girlfriend if she would kiss Sergeant Donovan and she said that it wasn't going to happen, so then I asked if she would mind if I kissed you and she willingly agreed. Oh Sarah says you two need to talk.'
John stood mouth agape.
'So all in all, you mouth raped me, potentially broke me and my girlfriend up , tried to bribe Molly and Sarah into being lesbians against their will and now your going to go and kiss Lestrade?' John asked with a look of incredulousness on his face. Sherlock knitted his eyebrows together in confusion.
'Not good?' he asked.
'A little bit not good, yeah.'
Well? Should I carry on or leave as a oneshot? Thanks for reading!