So , inspiration stuck and here we are! The story of how everyone in the Sherlock universe got their first kiss with someone.
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Sherlock Holmes and John Watson
Sherlock and John's first kiss was at a crime scene. Why did this statement not surprise John?
Anyways , like always, John was on a date with a beautiful girl from work. She flirted , kept her words short and her skirt shorter. John's gaze kept going down to her legs. Which were pale, smooth and creamy. Just like his flatmate's.
Woah. Where did that thought come from?
He shook his head and tried to concentrate on what the girl before him was saying. She seemed to be rambling on about the food or something..
His phone suddenly chimed.
He excused himself and checked his phone. Damn! It was Sherlock.
Murder. King's Cross Road. Hurry up.
SH
John signed. He told his date a family emergency had come up. She looked disheartened but shrugged. They said good night.
John hailed a cab and rushed to the crime scene.
It must've been a bloody big crime scene because there was yellow tape everywhere. He paid the cabbie and got out , just in time to see Sherlock Holmes come towards him.
"John!" , Sherlock looked joyful. But not because of me , John's inner voice said and he swore he could hear "All By Myself" playing in his mind.
He discarded the thought and turned to Sherlock who seemed to have dragged him to the body of a young man , who seemed like he was in his 30's.
"Jeffery Davidson" , Greg Lestrade supplied helpfully. "He's white , male , 31. We found the ID in the wallet. There aren't any visible punctures or wounds. Netiher is there foam in his mouth. We think poison" , Lestrade said and John nodded as Sherlock bent down and started looking at the victim with his magnifying glass.
And John got a full view of his ass. His ass was perfect. I mean , did he wear anything except expensive and tight suits? He could felt his brain flatlining. He was pretty sure he was going to die.
Behind him , he heard Sally giggle. He immediately cleared his throat. Had it been that clear? Damn.
He looked at the body Sherlock was examining. He stared at it for a long time.
John looked at Sherlock. Uh-oh. He knew that look. It was the epic look of a tantrum coming along because he couldn't solve something.
He stared at the corpse. Then an idea popped up.
"Sherlock. Check his mouth , please. Is it red? Like wine , red? , John asked politely , his mouth turning into a satisfied smile.
Sherlock looked confused for a moment but checked the mouth always. It was red , like John had said.
Sherlock still looked confused.
"Did you delete History? Think Alexander The Great. He was poisoned by strychnine in contaminated wine. I reckon you've got some sort of History nut poisoning these poor men" , John grinned and Sherlock turned to face John , his mouth open like a goldfish.
"THATS IT! JOHN , YOU ARE A GENIUS!" , Sherlock shouted at the top of his lungs and John was about to thank him when Sherlock swooped down and enveloped him in a true princess-style kiss.
You know when people say that a kiss if great is you can see fireworks?
Well he saw AND felt literal fireworks. Sherlock's lips were soft and wet. They moved in perfect sync with John's. John forgot the outside world for a moment and all that mattered was Sherlock's hands on his neck and his hands tangled in Sherlock's hair. Sherlock's neck angled slightly to fit on John's lips more tightly. It was like Sherlock wanted to consume him and by God, John was going to let him. Oh Fuck. John felt his palms go sweaty when Sherlock growled into the kiss.
Sherlock separated from him with a wild look in his eyes. He went bounding towards the building behind the victim.
John was paralysed on spot. Jesus Christ. "Did that just happen?", Lestrade voice's broke him out of his mental rambling and he made a sound like a dying cat.
"Oh God. That was hot" , a junior analyst said quietly and Lestrade burst into giggle along with almost all of the team gathered there. John grumbled and went inside the building with a permanent blush fixed on his face.
Later that night , Sherlock asked John if he wanted to go on a proper date. John noted that Sherlock was blushing. Sherlock told him to shut up , but John just grinned. Oh what a night.
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