John just sat and openly shared at Sherlock mouth slightly agape, he had never hear Sherlock talk like that before and it came a huge shock to say the least.
Sherlock: waking from this dream I found myself in a compromising position sat across from yourself and after thinking and re-thinking our situation I felt the only way to bring up the subject was to come out with it.
John stares in silence
Sherlock: I unfortunately have human urges too *sigh* impulses really are a drag. I resently have found myself needing contact, needing someone... I assume it's clear that person is you john.
John takes note of the word need.
John: *cough* I erm... don't... don't know what to say.
John shifts uncomfortably in his chair because truthfully he knows exactly what he wants to say 'well you know how I usually cure my urges? A nice fuck' but he resists and listens intently to sherlocks words.
Sherlock: these needs john, are getting in the way of my thinking. I was hoping for you to help rid me of them.
John: how do you expect me to help?
Sherlock opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted by a tall lanky man shoving menus in their faces.
Waiter: hello sirs. My name is Benedict and I will be your server this evening
Sherlocks face within seconds goes from his normal dead pan stare to a scarily happy grin
Sherlock: ah thank you Benedict, I would like three of you most expensive dish, a bottle of your finest shampene aaaand two of you famous caramel cheesecakes. John?
Benedict: ah lobster sir fine choice
John hates it when Sherlock puts on his happy face. It's like he is a whole different person. John so involved in his thoughts he misses that Benedict is stand waiting for his order.
John: erm... i'll just have water for now thank you.
John turned his attention straight back to Sherlock who has now back to him self but was now sporting a worrying smirk
John: lobster really? you don't even like sea food and two deserts?
Sherlock: It's on Mycroft remember...
John: so you intend to buy tones of food you won't even eat just for the sake of annoying your brother?
Sherlock: yes
John: but it's a wast- you know what were getting of topic here I believe we were in the middle of something?
Sherlock: Ah yes. When I say 'i was hoping you could help me' John I don't expect anything from you. To Help me you need to do nothing don't change, stay just as you are.
John: I'm still a little lost. What is going on here?
Sherlock: my infuriatingly weak body is longing for contact, your contact, I'm doing my best to control it but my urges are growing. As I said john i don't want anything from you just that you understand I'm only doing this because I need to, not because I want to, because if I don't my head might explode with sexual tention.
John: sexual what now?
Sherlock stood quicker then he should almost knocking over the table grabbed johns hand and rushing away out of the hotel swerving waiters and fellow diners. Dragging john along behind him until he reached the door pushing through into the cold night and spinning john around with one hand to that he is trapped against the wall next to the hotel door
Sherlock: this is purely to cure my urges john, if it puts you in discomfort I am sorry.
And without giving john a chance to reply Sherlock slowly leaded forward and pressed his lips to johns. The kiss was simple at first. Sherlock's first, but then came the passion that caused this situation in the first place and Sherlock deepened the kiss adding more and more power and passion.
John, shocked and mortified. His first instinct was. get away, pull away. but then he realised. This is Sherlock. Sherlock bloody Holmes has him pinned to a wall and is snoging his face off, and he likes it? Sherlock feels so soft and warm against him and his lips taste like coffee. Then what went though johns mind was a mixture of swear words and curses then... I'm not gay! Right?
Sherlock pulled away biting johns bottom lip as he did so. John's cheeks filled with flush as he subconsciously leaded forward and hummed at the loss of contact. His eyes shot open. Sherlock hadn't moved away yet somehow he had called a cab and it stopped right behind them. Sherlock still not moving smirked
I'm not gay!
Sherlock: Thank you john for allowing me to for fill my needs without any complaint. Though i might need more if I want to keep them under raps for as long as possible..
He drifted of into thought
John was still very aware about how close Sherlock was to him and how his deep husky voice against his lips was suddenly so, so... sexy. Sherlock finally stepped away only to the take johns hand and pull him in to the awaiting cab.
Sherlock: 221B Baker St
And the cab pulled away
