a Chocolate Kiss
(The End)
(or is it?)
10) No matter how ungrateful Sherlock seemed to be, he did think Watson was a very useful and caring man, solid, dependable, too much of a do-gooder, womanizer,easy to guilt-
But he did. He cared for the dear man.
"Jaaawn."
"What, Sherlock?"
"Hand me that bit of chocolate, over there."
"What, here?"
"No, John. The one underneath that painting of Mycroft and Lestrade frolicking naked into the sunset. Of course that one! Give it here."
"Oh, and what make you think I will?"
"John, remove that chocolate from your hand and place it in mine."
"What?"
"John, please?"
"Nope." pops chocolate into mouth and chews, satisfied.
Sherlock narrows his eyes.
"Jaaawn."
"Shirleeeey"
"Shut up."
The sight of the chocolate in a corner of John's mouth winks and beckons to Sherlock. He leans in, and kisses John.
Full on the mouth.
John sits, stunned, as he follows Sherlock with his eyes.
Sherlock smiles, a mischievous shine in his pale, pale irises, and then whirls out of the room, elegantly stroking away on his violin in what could only be described as a cheery tune.
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