Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock, if i did we would have season 3.

Right before their lips met Sherlock stopped as if he wasn't quite sure that he was doing it right. John quickly closed the distance between their lips.

John felt the warmth of Sherlock's lips against his and reveled in it. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought that this would happen. Well, ok. Maybe in some of his overly ridiculous dreams he did, but he had no idea it would ever actually happen.

The kiss was simple and innocent, lips touching lips. John went to deepen the kiss but just as his tongue touched Sherlock's lip he drew a deep shaky breath and pulled back.

"I've never done this John." Sherlock looked more scared and young than John had ever seen.

John's stomach dropped. Was Sherlock only doing this because he had deduced his thoughts earlier? "You don't have…" Sherlock swooped down and captured John lips again in a similar chaste kiss.

"You misunderstood John. I merely meant I do not know how to do these things." Sherlock looked into Johns eyes. "I had refrained from this type of affection for the mere reason that I have never done it before. These feelings are so new to me, John; sometimes I do not know what to do with them."

John felt a blush creep across his face. Sherlock really was trying for him. Sherlock was still looking into John's eyes trying to deduce what was going through his blogger's head when John grabbed the back to his neck and brought his lips down to his own again.

This kiss was passionate. John raked his tongue across Sherlock's bottom lip hoping to be successful in deepening the kiss. This time Sherlock opened his lips to John with no hesitation. Sherlock tasted amazing and John pulled Sherlock closer to him. Soon it became a heated battle of tongues as John and Sherlock both enjoyed the taste of the other.

A ring suddenly echoed through the flat.

Slowly pulling away from Sherlock ending the kiss John reached his hand into Sherlock's jacket pocket and pulled out his phone.

"Hello?"

Lestrade's voice came from the other end of the phone, "John, mate, we need you and Sherlock at a scene. Is Sherlock busy or something?"

John chuckled as Sherlock pulled him close and buried his face in his hair, "Yea, something like that. We will be there soon Greg, text Sherlock the address." John closed the phone without waiting to Lestrade to reply and captured Sherlock's lips in one last kiss.

Sherlock's phone chimed signaling the arrival of the text.

Sherlock gave John one last short kiss before grabbing his phone from John's hand and stepping out of their tight embrace.

As he grabbed his coat from beside the door to the flat John saw Sherlock's face transform back into the emotionless stone complexion that he gave to the world. He already missed the soft Sherlock he had grown to love as much as the cold Sherlock he fell in love with at first.

"Come along John." Sherlock stated blandly as he rushed down the stairs and out onto the street to hail a taxi. John followed, like he always would.