Metamorphosis
Disclaimer:I don't own Sherlock
Summary:Sherlock knows John is attracted to him but the problem is, John doesn't.
A.N:Just a quick thing I wrote in like 10mins, only a taster of the entire thing. Btw unbeta'd etc Will post chap one of entire fic next weekened if all goes well
Oh and sorry I haven't updated in FOREVER my internet was dead for 8months (not even kidding) and shit happened
"What was it like?"
John paused midway to placing his, now empty, beer can amongst the rest before turning his attention to Sherlock. The taller man was sitting on the edge of his sofa with his chin resting on his steepeled fingers
'His thinking pose' John thought unconsciously.
"What was what like?"
Sherlock let out a frustrated sigh as he clearly thought he'd been obvious in his meaning.
"Your first kiss with Sarah, from my research it would appear the future of the relationship depends on this moment, although I see no logical reason as to why."
John wasn't sure whether to giggle at how the word 'kiss' had sounded so foreign on Sherlock's tongue or question what had given him away. It took less than five seconds for John's brain to realise something far more interesting had been revealed in Sherlock's explanation.
"Your research?"
John's eyes widened a fraction in surprise when Sherlock refused to meet his gaze for a second. Then he understood. One couldn't spend almost every waking minute with such a man and not learn a little about deducting.
"You've never kissed anyone!"
Sherlock looked shocked for a second before glaring at John's finger which was now being pointed accusingly at him.
"It's irrelevant"
John lowered his hand and smiled. Life was rarely boring living with this man.
"So why is it relevant now? It must be if you've suddenly felt a need to research it."
Sherlock hadn't stopped glaring. He obviously didn't like this attention, for once.
"A case."
John shook his head slightly, still smiling. He'd lived with Sherlock long enough to know he'd never get a straight answer. John's smiled widened as an idea struck him.
"John, whatever you're thinking, I suggest you cease thinking it."
John chuckled as he moved forward and leant up so he only a few inches away from Sherlock's face.
"So, you really want to know what it was like?"
John noticed Sherlock tense slightly, although his stubbornness probably prevented him from pulling back.
"John, what are you doing?"
John smiled once more before slowly moving his hand to rest on Sherlock's cheek.
"Answering your question"