A/N: Thanks for your reviews guys! It means a lot. This went over really well with my friend, she loved it! This is slightly racier, and I did blush just a smidge when I wrote it, but I still think it sits within the 'T' rating. Enjoy my dears!

Caution: More sass! More snogging!

John was stood behind the counter, leaning his head on his palms fully engrossed in his latest daydream. The raven-haired man had left quite an impression on the librarian, so much so that John hadn't been able to focus on his work for almost an entire week, his head was full of every detail that he could possibly recall from the man.

He had been dreaming about what it would have felt like to have pressed himself up closer to the stranger and run his tongue along those temptingly soft lips before falling into a deeper kiss, running his fingers over the silken shirt, slipping one hand up the back of his neck and tangling his fingers in the wild mass of curls that rested on the nape of the stranger's neck. They would have crashed into the stacks with the heat of passion rushing through both of their bodies and their lips became more frenzied as their hands explored more of each other.

"John?"

The quiet utterance shocked John from his delectable daydream. He smiled up at the person stood before him, whilst trying to hide the semi he was currently sporting in the tight jeans he was wearing that morning. You should really stop daydreaming like that at work, John. Christ! You should have better control over yourself by now! He fidgeted uncomfortably as the woman who was grinning at him shot him a knowing look.

"Helen, don't look at me like that."

"Well, stop having homoerotic daydreams in the middle of my library and then I won't look at you like that." Helen grinned again, showing that she didn't actually mind, but still chastising her employee.

Helen had hired John a long time ago, as they knew each other vaguely through mutual friends, and John had come with excellent recommendations. They had grown close over the years and were much more like brother and sister than employer and employee. They shared almost everything, both revelling in the gossip that filtered through the grapevine, giggling at the gorgeous men that chatted them both up simultaneously – it happened more often than you'd think. But most importantly they shared each other's secrets, the trust between them was implicit and John knew that he would always have Helen by his side.

"I can't help it 'Len, he was just too gorgeous for words." The breathy tone in John's voice was incredibly obvious, and he blushed as he revealed how much the stranger had affected him and his libido.

Helen let out a surprisingly loud giggle that echoed throughout the hallowed library halls, earning her a violent hushing by the students that surrounded the pair. "Well go think about him somewhere else, I don't want people seeing a flustered John Watson 'working' in my library! In fact, the horticulture section does need reorganising..." she winked at the shocked look on John's face as she sauntered off into the manager's office, leaving John to gape at her retreating back.

I should never have told that woman anything, Christ she'll never let me forget that. Ever!

He picked up a book trolley and began wheeling it down to the horticulture section, wincing when the wheel began to squeak. He shot apologetic looks at anyone the glanced up, disturbed by the racket his equipment was making. Note to self: oil up every goddamn wheel in the library. Shit this is embarrassing. Could be worse though, at least my semi has decided to leave me be. That would have been mortifying.

John reached the horticulture section and began pulling off books haphazardly, not caring if they were in the right position or not. All he wanted was to make sure that he could spend as much time in the section as possible, thus maximising his chances of running into the raven-haired beauty. Heaven knows how much he longed for the flirtatious banter and witty remarks that he knew would be banded around. He could watch the magnificent smile and perhaps, if he was lucky, actually get a phone number off of him. At the very least John thought he deserved to be able to put a name to the face that had haunted his erotic daydreams.

He giggled quietly at the thought of the stranger's shocked expression when he had made the horticulture section comment.

"Well, what are the odds of that happening?"

John's grin grew ever wider as the rich baritone voice once again graced his ears. He snickered before retorting, "Very good actually, I knew you'd come find me here." He swivelled so that he was facing the man. He was wearing another silken shirt complete with a trouser suit combination; John questioned the notion that he did not own anything casual. But the suits looked so good on the bloke that the librarian wasn't about to make a big deal out of it, rather just sit back and enjoy the view. "In fact, I had ten quid bet on the fact that you'd come and find me again before the week was out."

The stranger still looked fairly shell shocked; John was beginning to wonder if that was just his natural expression before it relaxed into an easy-going grin.

"And what made you so sure that I wanted to find you?" there was a twinkle in the man's eyes that made John go slightly weak at the knees.

John cleared his throat, "Because, you licked your lips when I got up in your personal space. And you were breathing far too loud for someone in a library. I was going to tell you off, but that may have just made the problem worse." The librarian raised an eyebrow jauntily, egging the man to take the bait.

"I most certainly did not!" Bingo!

"Honey, I've spotted a student eating a flapjack over an ancient book from the other side of the library, I think I know what I saw." That had been one of John's finer moments as a librarian and he prided himself on his ability to stop the defilers from a considerable distance. "And keep your voice down; just because you want me doesn't stop this being a library."

John turned back to the bookshelves, satisfied with the sputtering noises that were emanating from behind him, and continued with the job at hand. Teasing the stranger.

The librarian bent low, reaching for the next few books, stretching his muscles as he did so. John heard the almost inaudible gasp that his actions had brought on and he bit his lip to stifle his smile. He was so glad that he had put on his tighter jeans today; they just made his bum look pert, squeezable and delightfully tempting.

"The name's Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes."

"Well isn't that wonderful." John let sarcasm seep into his voice, dear Lord but he loved messing around with this bloke, "You actually have a name. Congratulations, I'm sorry but I didn't realise I'd have to throw a party."

Sherlock's smile dimmed slightly, the man turned his face away refusing to look the librarian in the eyes, and John saw that he had taken the teasing a little too far. He quickly wracked his brain, searching for a way to make amends without losing the edge he had on the man. Then inspiration struck, John grinned gleefully.

"But, I have got you a present." His words made Sherlock whip his head back around to face him, just in time for John to press his lips against the other man's.

The sensations were overwhelming. Sherlock's lips were soft and full, but uncompromising – though John was pleased to note that he was being kissed back. Sherlock tasted slightly of tobacco but with hints of dark chocolate and musk. It was a truly delectable mixture, one that John couldn't seem to get enough of.

The librarian ran his hands up Sherlock's arm before resting one on the prominent cheekbones and the other on the curls at the base of his neck, tethering the man to his lips like he had done in the fantasy earlier that morning.

John felt Sherlock's tentative tongue brush the edge of his lips, the librarian obliged Sherlock's request and parted them, thus allowing the kiss to deepen. He felt the other man's moan more than he heard it and it melted his knees. John ran his fingers up through Sherlock's curls, and he tugged them gently, eliciting another moan. There was a stronger taste of tobacco, but nothing that John couldn't live with, in fact it gave the kiss a more dangerous edge. An adrenaline rush, that couldn't be described as the normal reaction to making out, had surged through his veins, making John hyper-aware of the sensations that Sherlock was giving him.

The kiss was wet and oh so satisfying. John felt the fly of his jeans stretch rather uncomfortably as the other man's moans seemed to have a hotline to his groin.

John was just beginning to gently rock his hips when they were interrupted by a small cough. The two men immediately pulled apart, both flushed and looking thoroughly debauched. Sherlock's curls were even more wayward than normal, his cheeks tinged pink and his pupils fully blown. John knew that he would look remarkably similar, and he noted with amusement that Sherlock also seemed to be struggling with some unyielding trousers. He grinned wickedly, winking surreptitiously at the man before turning towards the disturbance.

She will not let this go.

"Yes, Helen?"

"This looks like a funny sort of shelf stacking, John." The sarcasm dripped heavily, along with a hefty dose of disappointment, and something else that John could not quite put his finger on.

"Yes well, that's because it's more shelf shagging than shelf stacking. Personally I prefer the former." The unexpected response fell from Sherlock's lips. Both Helen and John turned to him in shock. Helen's face was contorted with disbelief and slight disgust while John's was full of admiration and mischief.

"Yes, I really think that shelf shagging should be added to my job description. I'd definitely get out of bed easier if I knew that I got to come to work and partake in that." John's cheeky remark seemed to snap Helen out of her trance.

"Get back to work John, do not make out in the horticulture stacks, it really isn't appropriate." With a final glare at the pair, Helen turned on her heel and stalked off back towards the children's section.

John stared at Sherlock for a moment, meeting his gaze before the pair burst into silent giggles.

"Well, if I can't make out in the horticulture section I'm going to have to find a new make out spot. Got any ideas?" John watched as Sherlock's mouth twisted into an impish smirk.

"You could always try the tax section."

TBC...