Sherlock entwined one of his hands in John's hair, and the other around his waist pulling him closer. A quiet moan escaped John's mouth as he wrapped his arms around Sherlock's waist and the kiss deepened. Both men became oblivious to that world around them during their kiss and were completely focused on one another. The crushing sensation of Sherlock's lips against John's sent shivers down his spine. John's hand ventured up the back of Sherlock's purple shirt and began to trace light patterns along the outline of his spine. Sherlock shivered in delight and John giggled into the kiss. Somehow Sherlock's shirt had managed to un-button itself and was now framing the beautiful man's chest. John put his hand over Sherlock's heart and felt the racing pounds of it against his damp palm. Both men were lost in each other, so they did not notice the entrance of one Mrs. Hudson.
She cleared her throat and both men froze. Both had no clue what to say, so they just untangled themselves from one another and walked away. "Ah, Mrs. Hudson, how can we help you?" Sherlock said, whilst still buttoning up his shirt. Mrs. Hudson put on her best old lady smile, "sorry to interrupt," John blushed harder than he already was and his face was hot. "I was just popping to the shops, I was wondering if you needed anything?" she said, charmingly. "No I think we're alright," Sherlock said. "No we're out of milk because of your 'experiment'," John said recalling the strange mutation that had previously occupid the bottom shelf of their fridge. "Okay then, I will bring you back some milk," Mrs. Hudson called as she headed down the stairs.
The flat was silent until the slamming of the door to 221B was heard. "Great timing right?" Sherlock joked as he walked over to join John on the sofa. He sat down next to John but when he did, John stood up. Sherlock was confused and John looked angry. "I can't keep doing this Sherlock." "Doing what John?" "This. Us. I can't keep doing it, if it doesn't mean anything. I don't want to be just a shag Sherlock, it hurts too much," John said whilst staring at the floor. Sherlock stood up, "John." John looked up. "You mean so much more to me than that. You're not just a quick shag John. You're the most amazing person I've ever met and I-I love you." At first John thought his ears were deceiving him. Did Sherlock just say he loved him? No, he couldn't have, could he? "I love you too Sherlock, always have and always will," John replied with the biggest smile on his face.
For the next half an hour they both sat in each others arms, watching crap telly. But then Sherlock's phone vibrated on the table and he had to stand up to get it. The number was withheld. "Hello, Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock didn't say anything after that only "alright," and "goodbye." He crawled back onto the sofa into John's arms and rested his head on his shoulder. "Who was that?" John asked. "Mycroft," came the less than enthusiastic reply. "What did he want?" "He's coming round in ten minutes," Sherlock said grabbing the TV remote - obviously getting sick of Jeremy Kyle. "Why?" John asked. "Don't know, don't care. The sooner he's gone, the better," Sherlock said getting up from the sofa. He kissed John's cheek and walked into the kitchen to make two cups of tea.
Half way through Sherlock got frustrated with the kettle and John had to step in to save it from being smashed to pieces. He tipped the old water out of the kettle, added some new water and put it on to boil. "See, it's not that hard is it?" John said teasingly. He got no reply, but instead Sherlock's warm arms wrapped him up in a sweet embrace. Sherlock buried his face into John's neck and began to place small kisses in various places. He found a tender spot on John's neck and began to kiss and nibble on that spot. John just stood there smiling to himself. Then the mood was ruined with a knock at the door.