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Chapter 6

Song: Kiss me slowly by Parachute

Prompt from: madilove26

John and Sherlock were at a party that the yard was throwing, again. Neither of them really wanted to go, but John said that they would, since they gave Sherlock something to do. Sherlock hated the idea, but went nonetheless.

"Why are we here? I dislike everyone here but you."

"Even Lestrade?"

"I tolerate him."

"Sure, whatever you say," John smirked. He knew that he cared about Lestrade, he just wouldn't admit it, the stubborn git. "Just stay with me. We don't even need to talk to anyone else. I'm not going to force you to socialize."

"But yet you still force me to come here."

John smirked and giggled, and soon Sherlock was too. Giggles turned to chuckles and chuckles turned to hearty laughs.

"What's so funny, freak?" Sally spoke up.

"Besides Anderson's face and the fact he can get a shag, not much at the moment," Sherlock shot back. the laughing had stopped by now and it was replaced with the usual annoyance and 'I'm-better-than-you' facade that seemed to follow him everywhere. Donovan rolled her eyes and walked away, much to John and Sherlock's pleasure. Sherlock sighed a long sigh. "You're not going to try and force me to to be nice to her now, are you?"

"Wouldn't dream of it," John said before taking a much needed sip of his drink.

They sat there for a while, talking about little things to keep themselves occupied. They could have left, but then Sherlock would be bored at the flat and they really couldn't afford any more bullet holes in their wall.

When John finished his drink, he stood up and turned to Sherlock. "Walk with me," he said. Sherlock stood and followed him, anything to get out of the crowded room. They walked out and around the building. The party wasn't at the yard, they had rented out a building with a large fountain in front, so they settled on the edge of that.

"I know you really didn't want to come here, but I appreciate that you did."

Sherlock looked at him for a bit before answering. "Of course."

It wasn't until now that the two men realized how close together they were sitting. A small blush crept onto John's cheeks before he cleared his throat a bit.

"It's nice out," he tried. Oh god, was he really making small talk about the weather?

"Yes, it is." Sherlock was silent for a moment before continuing. "John, can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can. You don't have to ask me to ask me something, Sherlock."

"Do, do you enjoy having me as a flatmate?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I do, Sherlock, you're my best friend." Sherlock nodded and didn't say anything else. "Do you enjoy having me as a flatmate?" John asked. What was Sherlock trying to say? Did he want John to move out? Did he want to move out? Had he finally gotten tired of John? These thoughts vanished as he heard Sherlock's velvety response.

Sherlock looked at John, staring into his blue eyes with his own mystifying ones. "More than you will ever know."

His voice sent John into a trance-like state, and when he broke out of it, he found himself and Sherlock leaning into each others space, and before he could do anything about it, their lips met. His original plan was to pull away, but that idea was short lived seeing as how John actually enjoyed it.

Sherlock was kissing a bit fast for someone inexperienced, so John pulled away and looked him in the eyes. "Slowly, Sherlock. Kiss me slowly."

Sherlock nodded and their lips met again, dancing together gently as Sherlock placed his hands on John's waist and John placed one hand on the back of his flatmates neck and the other on the side, pulling the detective closer. Sherlock moaned happily into the kiss and John smiled into it. He felt Sherlock's tongue at his lips and allowed it inside as he slipped his own into Sherlock's mouth. Their tongues didn't battle for dominance, but rather ran danced like their lips.

This was unlike anything they had ever known, but in a good way. Sherlock finally got to kiss John, and John finally realized how he felt about the detective. The kissed until they had to brake for air, panting as they looked in each others eyes.

"Would now be a good time to tell you I love you?"

"A perfect time," John smiled, "I think I love you too."

Sherlock sighed in relief. "Thank god. Otherwise that would have been a bit not good." John chuckled. "Promise me something?"

"Of course."

"Stay with me? Please, John, at least tonight, don't leave me alone."

"Sorry to tell you this, Sherlock," John said, and Sherlock began to feel a bit panicked. Seeing this, John placed a soft, chaste kiss on his lips and continued, "but I've just found out that I'm in love with you. You won't be getting rid of me for a long time," he smiled.

Sherlock smiled and pressed his lips to John's once again. They picked up where they had left off the first time and the kiss grew passionate fast. John wanted to protest at the loss of heat on his lips, but the before he could Sherlock leaned in and whispered to him.

"Baker Street?"

John smiled. "Oh god, yes."

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