A kiss. The first time he got that small kiss had been a month ago. Sherlock Holmes had been lying on his tiger fur attempting to sleep. That luxury he hadn't got, but after fifteen minutes he had a whole another experience. He heard a small creaking sound from the door, assuming that Watson was coming to check he was alive and well, since he usually did something not so healthy when he didn't have a case to work on. But when the man didn't say anything, Holmes didn't bother to move at all, thinking the man would leave him and go to sleep. This tough, did not happen. He heard a small voice from the floor, a creak what told Sherlock the man was moving towards him. Deciding to play asleep he stayed still, waiting for Watson do what he came to do, whatever that was. Sherlock almost jumped at the sudden breath on his cheek. He could smell a faint scent of whisky and cigarettes. For some reason he felt butterflies having a party in his stomach. The next thing that happened, he wasn't quite expecting. He felt a small pressure of lips on his cheek. The feeling made his breathe uneven and he felt a sudden urge to open his eyes. That he did not do, since the faint pressure on his cheek left soon and he could hear Watson to back away to the doorway.
"Good night, Sherlock." He heard his dear friend say, and the creak from the door inclined that he had left. Rising slightly to watch the closed door he still felt a lingering feeling of John Watson's soft lips.
This strange occurrence didn't affect on their already strange life, but every single time Watson caught him 'sleeping' Sherlock received that one gentle kiss. And then, when it had been a month from the first occurrence, he decided to do something. Pretending to sleep, this time in his favourite chair, he awaited for Watson to sneak for a kiss. As it was, soon the Doctor came to the room, walking quite slowly towards him maybe making sure that he really was asleep or just admiring the view. He could feel John's soft breathing and waited until the man backed away from his small peck. Slowly opening his eyes he took a hold of Watson's red tie, pulling him close. At the sudden movement John yelped in surprise. The small voice was muffled by a not-so-gentle kiss on his mouth. Sherlock could see John's eyes widening in shock. After a quick nip on his lower lip and licking it Holmes let him go.
"If you ever start something, finish it." He stated little too selfsatisfied by the look on the Doctors face.
"You… You knew?" Watson stammered quite flushed. To this he answered smiling.
"Well of course, you're quite oblivious. It has been going on for a month or so, hasn't it?" Now, for some reason it was John who smiled. "What?"
"Well, I just thought nothing escapes the mighty Holmes, but I see I have been wrong."
"What do you mean?" Sherlock Holmes exclaimed. Moving closer to sneak a kiss John answered.
"Sherlock, it has been going on for a year." Stopping any caveat, the man closed the space between them, smiling in the well-earned kiss.
