Prompt - Johnlock: tentative, slow tongue kissing in the moonlight.
The chase is over. That particular chase anyway. It ended roughly seventeen minutes ago and twenty two seconds ago from this exact point in time. In the end it had been simple. They always are when they are explained to you. However to me they are always simple. Without needing an explanation. Never a puzzle that baffles me. No matter how difficult or confusing a task might seem at the beginning there is always a logical and reasonable explanation. There was no exception to this certain labyrinth of mystery. Yes it had taken me, by my average time, three extra days but the puzzle had been solved. All that remained now was to make the journey back to Baker Street where I could get back to my experiments and my violin. I can already hear the notes being produced in my head and colliding together almost in a musical version of the big bang. The aria was already composed minutes ago. I could feel it. My fingers moving swiftly by my side as I walk through the dark. They play my song. Readying themselves to commit it to their flesh memory. However my fingers will have to wait to glide themselves over my instrument with grace. First I have to get back. We had to get back.
By we I of course mean John and I. Although it is not too late for a taxi the moonlight helps my brain think and I have preferred to walk home. Loyal as he is I have John trailing behind me. Trying and almost failing to keep up. Despite the opportunity to go home via taxi he has opted to travelling with me via the barely lit streets filled with the last drinkers of the night. It is probably for the best too because right now something is bothering me. From the back of my mind. Like it is metaphorically, of course, screaming at me. Seeing as the subject matter is something I have never bothered to indulge in before John would appear to be the better man for the job. Which is confounding. "John?"
"Yes?" I hear him reply. His breathing pattern is now calmed. Earlier it was erratic.
"There is a certain matter concerning the last case in which I find myself perplexed." I stop moving. This is something that requires my complete attention. Usually whilst thinking my location is of no importance however at this moment I would like to be able to recall every word and detail. My memory shall not require information gathered from my surroundings so remaining fixed upon this spot within this dark alley way located near, what appears to be, a Chinese restaurant will help maximise performance. "The woman involved. Was the parts that complicated the case and prolonging it to do with emotion?"
John has paused too. He's thinking. I see his eyes moving around like he is scanning his own brain for the memory. "Well sort of. Two friends. Enjoying each other's company. On the verge of a relationship and then a kiss to seal the deal. Of course then there was the poison and the jealously aspect."
Ah yes the poison. That was the part that had confused me. Passed on via kissing. Ingenious way of committing homicide however the mechanics still confuse me. "It still seems highly illogical. It is the only part that does seem illogical actually. Two friends like that. Living that close as flatmates and yet one is apparently blind to the other's feelings for them? And why was it the kiss that then brought them together? I may be unaware of the mechanics of 'love' but it cannot surely be as simple as a ki-"
I haven't got time to finish my sentence as now I am feeling the pressure of John's lips pressed against mine. This is odd. Nothing like my researched suggested. This isn't wet at all and John isn't being forceful. It isn't unpleasant. Yet I cannot pinpoint what this is. My orbicularis oris muscle is puckering involuntarily and yet something within my brain is telling me to cease wanting to fight my natural reactions. The music I was composing earlier has now changed into something with a quicker tempo. The notes are playing with more joy. I cannot understand what is happening but I appear to be kissing him back and nothing, especially myself, appears to be wanting me to cease.
My eyes now appear to be closed as if this is second nature and my hands are moving to place themselves upon John's waist. I can feel how he is stretching up to me. His tongue is now pushing itself against the opening to myself and I allow entry with uncertainty. It is apparent what the articles meant with this being wet. John's tongue is swirling around with mine. As if they are interlocked in some battle. I can feel the muscles expanding and retracting now as my tongue moves. However we appear to be going at a laggard pace. One could compare the speed to that of magma when it is in motion.
There is something about this that tells me it is uncertainty. Apparent on both sides. Only once have I kissed before but that was undesired and rushed. Nothing like this was involved. It was meaningless. Yet something inside tells me that this is otherwise. However I appear uneasy from being so far out of my depth. John is being tentative. I cannot tell at this current point in time whether if it is for the fact that he is kissing me and is unsure about his own actions or whether he is unsure about mine.
Finally I am now feeling the pressure relaxing away from my lips and they revert to a nature state. Looking down I am seeing John staring at me with a sort of red colouring to the cheek. I have often believed that to be caused by either embarrassment or a state of glee. It bothers me that I cannot figure out which this is. The sides of my mouth are tugging upwards into a smile and I see John's are doing the same. My hands still appear to upon John's waist. His upon my back. However they rest there with not too much pressure.
"Like that, Sherlock." His voice is laced with something I cannot describe. It hints at arrogance but this isn't. This appears to be more informative. "Now lets get home. No doubt you will want to think this over and keep me up until three am with your violin."
How did he manage to read my mind? Then again this is John. He understands to an extent the way my mind processes. He must understand that right now I am longing to feel the wood of my bow within my hands and hear the gentle notes emit from them to help sooth my mind. It can bring all this to logic because currently I am unsure of what just occurred and what it means for the future.
John removes his hands from my waist and suddenly I feel obligated to remove mine. As I just have. John just widened his smile and is now beginning to walk down the alley towards home. I do believe now it is my turn to follow him and to say the least I am baffled.