Grey A Johnlock Fanfiction

by official-not-his-date

Grey, grey, grey, grey , grey. After the death of his best friend, all John feels is grey. Until he finds out Sherlock isn't dead. Life's pretty hard for Sherlock and John, but what happens when they start to show their true feelings? Disclaimer; There isn't currently, but I have plans to make this a pretty smutty story, so if you're in it for the smut, hang in there.

6. Chapter 6

Three days. That's how long it's been since the kiss. The kiss that didn't end the friendship between John and Sherlock, but strengthened it. The thought of kissing Sherlock invaded John's brain almost every second of the day. Almost. The few moments that he didn't think of kissing him were the moments that Sherlock was looking at him. In those moments, he couldn't fathom a single thought. John knew three things; One, he kissed Sherlock. Two, they both seemed to enjoy it. Three, he definitely wanted to do it again. And soon.

It was later in the evening, and both men were sitting on the couch drinking tea. John was actually the only one doing the drinking of the tea, Sherlock was more poking at it out of respect for John.

"So," Sherlock started, turning down the show John was watching "When are you going to kiss me again?"

John almost choked on his tea, spluttering out a weak "What?"

"You heard me. When are you going to kiss me again? Or should I kiss you? I'm not exactly positive on how this whole 'relationship' scenario should be played out, and seeing how this is one of the only areas in which I don't excel, I could use a spot of help."

"Well, that's just it. I'm not sure that the whole kissing thing is a good idea. I don't want us caught up in the moment, and the last thing we both need in this moment is more drama or unwanted tension between us. For the benefit of both of us, I suggest we put this behind us. Okay?"

"Oh." Sherlock said, folding his hands in an almost prayer-like fashion under his chin for a few seconds before lurching forward and kissing John passionately, cradling John's face with those long, graceful fingers as he did so.

"That's bullshit John, and we both know it. If you'd like to take things slow, that's okay. But for you to sit here and deny something that even the most mindless idiot can deduce frankly insults my intelligence, and you know how I pout when my intelligence is in question." Sherlock smiled

"You are a big pouter," John smiled back "and you're right. It was absolute, total, complete, shit." John responded, kissing Sherlock back with an equal amount of passion, tinged with just a hint of want that both men possessed

It was going to be hard, making this relationship work, but if Sherlock kept kissing him like this he would live through hell without a regret. God knows what John would do when it gets to be well, more than kissing..