A/N: Oh my gosh! FIVE favorites and DOUBLE that in follows?! IN ONE DAY?! You guys are amazing! Here's the second chapter!
Kiss Two: (Joan's POV) (Time: 11 pm)
I had never been more drunk in my life. All I could think about was the kiss. That stupid, insane, wonderful-
Okay. Time for another drink.
Well, really, it wasn't my fault the kiss had occurred. Sherlock was the one to actually put his lips on mine. His strangely soft lips, piercing hazel eyes, and that amazing scent of honey and mint mixed with just pure, plain Sher-
I need to stop doing this.
I shook my head violently as I took another shot. 'I have to stop thinking about this', I scolded myself. 'It was nothing. Nothing.'
That seven letter word replayed in my mind as I hailed a taxi back to the Brownstone. 'Nothing,' I repeated, 'it meant absolutely nothing'.
I fumbled with my keys before I actually got the right one in. I braced myself for the confrontation that was sure to happen as I closed the door.
o0o (POV change)
"J-" Sherlock paused. He visibly shook his head as he corrected himself. "Watson," he said, less enthusiastically. His confusion was evident on his face when she hadn't rounded the corner to the living room.
'Again?' he thought as he stood up from his chair and walked towards the door. Sherlock's eyes widened when he saw Joan slumped against the doorframe, her jacket pulled down to her waist. He rushed over, and lightly shook her. Joan leaned forward and landed into Sherlock, her head coming to rest on his shoulder.
Only then did he realize that she was asleep, and that reeked of alcohol. He exhaled a breath he didn't even know he was holding.
Sherlock carried Joan to her bed and gently laid her down. Just as he pulled her covers over her body, she turned towards him and mumbled, "Sherlock..."
Before he could even think of what to reply, Joan turned multiple times and was on the edge of her bed, far away from Sherlock, yet still facing him.
She unconsciously reached for his outstretched hand, and whispered three words that made Sherlock decide to lie down in bed with her.
o0o
He snuggled close and stretched up to give a small kiss to Joan's forehead. As Sherlock's head became level with Joan's again, he was just centimeters away from her. He slowly inched forward, and his eyes fluttered shut. When his brain caught up with his actions, Sherlock quickly jerked away.
Sherlock turned, and began to get out of Joan's bed, but suddenly he was enveloped by her arms holding him back. Sherlock tried to break free, but her grip was exceptionally tight. He just had to face the facts.
Sherlock Holmes and Joan Watson were spooning.
A/N: I made their second kiss go on the forehead. That still counts, right?
Just so you don't get confused on something I think is really sweet in the story: When Sherlock said "Again?" when he called out Joan's name, it meant that he did that. He thought she had come home a time beforehand, and called out to her then. Of course, she was still drinking her sorrows away, but he didn't know that. So, he had repeatedly mistaken (*definitely* more than once) that Joan had come home, hence the 'Again'.
Also, I want to try a little contest. If any of my wonderful followers can guess what Joan had muttered, then you win a virtual cookie! ... Not enough, huh? Well... how about you also get a chapter dedicated to you, AND (if you want) you can help me write one of my chapters. Pretty much saying, I'll use your idea of how they kiss, and shove it somewhere in my story. And I'll credit you.
