Author's Note:
This will is Johnlock, so, obviously, it features homosexuality. Do not flame about this. That is entirely immature. I welcome any and all constructive criticism, though. I'm not very good at writing romance. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not of the characters, places, etc. shown below belong to me. Only the plot does, but I am sure it has been used before.
Two men stood across from eachother, in a silent stand off. The taller one, known as Sherlock Holmes, had his arms crossed, staring stubbornly at the other man. The other man, known as John Watson, was glaring condescendingly at Sherlock.
"Sherlock," said John warningly, as Sherlock started to edge away. "You know why you're in trouble, correct?" A pause. No answer was given. With an exasperated sigh, throwing up his hands, John voiced angrily, "You cannot keep storing your experiments in our fridge. And where do you even get these body parts! Body parts for God's sake! Why? We don't have anywhere to put the food! If you keep on…"
John continued his rant hotly, while Sherlock mused to himself. 'Hm…I wonder what chance there is that I can get away without him noticing. He seems to have gone off into his own little world as he listed off what I do that should change. Maybe it would be worth it…no. If he does not like how I do things, he can leave…'
Meanwhile, John noticed Sherlock spacing out, probably having gone to his mind place. He halted his rant, glaring. 'Can he ever just listen?' John let a sly smirk pass over his face. All he needed was something to get his attention, right? John picked up his rant, so as not to be detected, before inching forward slowly and deliberately.
Sherlock was still musing to himself about John's ranting when John started moving forward. Sherlock had yet to notice, being in his mind place and all. John was already only a foot or so away from Sherlock. Who still didn't notice. Once John was only a few inches away, he leaned forward ever so slowly and…slapped Sherlock in the face.
"Ow! What the hell, John?" asked a pissed off Sherlock.
"Serves you right!" replied John. "Can you just listen for once?"
"Why would I need to listen? I can deduce what I need to know."
"Hmph. Listening might help you deduce things faster."
"Come on, John. We both know you admire my skills."
"I might admire your deducing skills, but I definitely don't envy your organizational skills."
They continued making scathing remarks at eachother back and forth for a while. Neither was willing to admit their being wrong, and were getting nowhere. They both stopped insulting each other and simply stood there, glaring. They had ended up right back where they began. The glaring contest continued. And continued. And continued.
Finally, Sherlock had had enough. He walked forward, just as John had before, not breaking eye contact. John remained unworried. He doubted Sherlock could pack as hard of a punch as him (as that's what he figured Sherlock was going to do.). But he was wrong. When Sherlock got close to John, he leaned forward, as John had, but instead of punching him…Sherlock slammed his lips on John's. John's eyes widened. He didn't understand why Sherlock did that, but decided, as Sherlock wrapped his arms around his waist, he didn't care why. They continued like that until they had to come up for air.
Gasping for breath, John asked, "Why?"
Sherlock smirked in return, saying, "It was an experiment of sorts. A very successful one at that."
He walked away, leaving John staring after him. Maybe some experiments aren't so bad after all.