"That was fast." she said to him as he was back from the shopping.
"I did my best."
She got up from the chair to help him with the bags. She was wearing an egg-plant coloured shirt this time. Sherlock led her help him only because he knew she was much stronger now. She was sleeping well at nights and resting at the days, so of course she was better.
After they finished organizing the groceries, they were both standing in the middle of the room, a few paces away from each other.
"Mr. Holmes?"
"Yes?"
"I just wanted to thank you. You've been so kind and thoughtful during the last month. I don't deserve such treatment, yet you gave it to me. So thank you." she smiled shyly.
"No problem. And you do deserve it." he smiled as well.
Her smile grew bigger, and she hugged him. After she finished back, and leaned back and got away from him. But she didn't take her hands of the back of his neck. They looked at each other for a moment, each wondering what the other will do. Then she kissed him. It was a strong and passionate kiss. But it was short, and then she pulled back and looked at him again. She was waiting to see his reaction. He was, of course, shocked. He had wanted this to happen for such a long time, but this was, in fact, his first kiss. And he was surprised, confused and extremely happy. His heart was beating fast, and he felt hot. And without hesitating, he kissed her. His kiss was more passionate than hers. And it lasted longer. He enjoyed every single moment of it. And so was she. Her hands grasped his hair, and they were both breathing heavily. His hands went lower, to her back, and pulled her even closer to him. Then, her hands moved down his back under his coat, and he knew what she was trying to do. He was nervous, since he had never been in a situation like this before, but he had nothing to worry about. That was the first time in his life when his body controlled his actions instead of his mind. He took down his coat instinctively, and kissed her neck as she unbuttoned his shirt. Then he kissed her again, and at the same time unbuttoned her shirt.
"There's a bedroom, right there." she whispered heavily.
"I know." he said without stopping looking at her shirt.
"Dr. Watson might come home at every second."
His look moved to her eyes.
"Let's go."
And they moved without separating to the room, and they both laughed when her back hit the wall. Sherlock closed the door behind them, smiling like he never did before.