New Chapter, it was a pain to write so I hope you like it. :) Italics mean its an internal monologue. If this chapter makes no sense please let me know! Much love xxxx

'You won't get away with this'

'I've got away with two already. What makes you think you will be any different?'

'Please, please let me go. Just unlock the door and go. I wont tell anyone. The police or anyone. Please just let me live'

'I'm sorry, but I can't. You see I have to. I have to watch you die. I'll be quick, I promise.'

John woke up first. He was still wrapped up in Sherlock, in the night his leg had slipped in between Sherlock's legs and his head was nestled in the crook of his neck. Sherlock had kept his promise and was fast asleep. After four days of being on the go, John decided it was best not to wake him. As gently as he could he slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. He rubbed a finger over his bottom lip, he could still taste Sherlock. He set about brushing his teeth and decided to have a shower.

He let the warm water fall over him, he knew today was going to be hell. Sherlock was not even awake and he could already feel the awkwardness. They had kissed last night, there was no getting away from it. He had two options, pretend that nothing had happened and hope it would go away. Or confront Sherlock. Because he was English, the first option was the most inviting. But ignoring the kiss would mean that any chance he had with Sherlock would be gone. There were so many new aspects to this relationship he would have to get his head around. The first, was that Sherlock was a man. The second was that Sherlock was, well Sherlock. The man had never been in a relationship before. Would know how to behave, wouldn't know any of the unwritten rules. Was Sherlock even capable of being in love? And if it all went wrong, he would have to move out, and he have to stop this crazy new life he had found, he would miss it.

He could always find Sarah, try and make another go of it. But he wanted Sherlock, he was just going to have to throw caution to the wind and go for it. Should he carry on with the way things are, or should he take this new opportunity?

Still no clearer on what he has going to do he made his way to the kitchen and turned the kettle on. He put some bread in the toaster. He didn't hear Sherlock behind him.

'Morning' John jumped.

'Sorry I didn't see you there. Would you like some breakfast?'

'Some tea would be great. No food though, digestion slows me down and we have a busy day ahead of us. I'm going to have a shower and get dressed' Sherlock left.

He hasn't said anything. Oh god am I going to do now? He just went off. Didn't even mention it.

He left me in bed this morning, went off to have a shower. Didn't want to see me, maybe he wanted to wash me away. Maybe he could still sense me on him.

He heard the shower go. John's toast popped, he buttered it and then sat about eating it while flicking through yesterdays paper. When he had finished he boiled the kettle and made Sherlock a cuppa, just in time for Sherlock to come in fully washed and dressed.

'Here's your tea' John handed him the mug. Don't stare at him. God he is beautiful. How come I have never realised that before? Stop staring, close your mouth. Jesus you are not fifteen. He doesn't want you. You are ordinary and he is not.

'Thanks' Sherlock took the mug. He's not even looking at you. You disgust him. He is embarrassed about last night. Maybe you will lose him after all.

'So what's the plan for today Sherlock?' That's right, change the subject, move on.

'Yesterday I found out a few things about Miss Coyle. I realised that because she did nothing but work, it must somehow be connected, like you said she was a lawyer, so she is bound to have some enemies' See, he is subject changing. Obviously doesn't want to discuss what happened.

'Ok. Find anything in particular?'

'Yes there is a man called Peter Adams, she was working on a case, a human trafficking ring that been discovered. They sent a lot of people to jail apart from him. She had become obsessed, knew he was involved somehow. But there was no evidence on him. She wouldn't let it go' God he is beautiful.

'So maybe she had got too close for comfort, he was worried she would discover the truth so had her killed' Imagine what we could be doing right now. I wonder what he looks like naked. I could bend him over and..and...he's a virgin. I could be the first person to ever fuck him. No, fuck is such an aggressive word. I don't want his first time to be like that. Make love to him. That's better. I could make him moan. Jesus why am I even thinking about this? He doesn't want you. Just drop it. Stop thinking about him. Oh no I'm getting hard. Shit. Turn around he can't see it. Turn around.

'Seems that way, thought we could pay him a visit. First we need to go to Scotland Yard' Why has he turned around? He can't even bare to look at me. Just forget about him. Think about the case.

'And the cleaner?'

'That I'm still working on. Come on lets go'

God I want him.

God I want him

They left the flat and Sherlock used his almost magical cab finding powers. They were in a back of a taxi within minutes heading to Scotland Yard.

John stared out the window, he didn't want to look at his flatmate. God knows what was happening, god knows what he should do.

He's looking out the window, again he can't even bare to look at you. No wonder, why would anyone look at you. John is straight, he is straight, you need to get over this stupid infatuation. The case, focus on the case.

I need to do something, Sherlock, I want Sherlock, maybe he wants me to. I need to find out. Maybe I should ask him?

John opened his mouth but no words came out.

Great, I have lost the power of speech. Okay John don't panic, think of something. Actions speak louder than words. Maybe I should try and kiss him. Is that too foreword. Maybe.

John moved his hand from his knee and, sick with nerves, moved it across the cab. He placed it on Sherlock's knee. He wondered if Sherlock would immediately pull away, but he sat very still. It was such a simple movement yet there was such weight behind it. What felt like an eternity passed. John wondered if he had made a huge mistake, he was about to move his hand away when Sherlock placed his hand over John's and linked their fingers together.

They turned their heads to look at each other. John smiled weakly. Staring into each other's eyes they knew they would never be the same again.

'John'

'Yes'

'Can I kiss you?'

John nodded, Sherlock reached out an arm and cupped his cheek, he pulled him closer and their lips came together. Sherlock remembered the taste of John and savoured it. Breathing him in. John was kissing back running his hands along Sherlock's neck and hair. He felt Sherlock's tongue run along his lip, it made him shudder with pleasure. He opened his mouth to let Sherlock in. They were both fighting for dominance, it was all tongues and teeth and spit. It looked almost brutal. Sherlock pulled his tongue out and gently nibbled on John's bottom lip. He was getting good at kissing now. He knew this because John was letting out small moans from the back of his throat. Sherlock wanted nothing more than this.

Reviews mean more John and Sherlock snoggage! :P Hope that was ok xxx