Chapter 5
Good Kisser?
"Put the gun down Sherlock." John snapped when Sherlock picked up his gun and pointed it at the wall. Sherlock didn't so much as listen in the slightest and as soon as John had his back turned he fired the gun causing John to yell something rude and cover his ears as he made his way to the kitchen. Sherlock was fed up with John now, he'd been in a right mood all morning and he'd barley spoken to him last night.
"Can't help it- bored." Sherlock informed matter-of-factly. John sighed and Sherlock hid his smirk of satisfaction- he liked irritating his flatmate- it was quite amusing.
"I'm not happy with you Sherlock." John stood in the kitchen with his back turned against Sherlock who was lying on the sofa.
"Yes I can tell."
"Good deduction."
"She's in the way, an utter busy body- the sooner she finishes her writing the better." He snapped glancing up at the ceiling referring to Page.
"You didn't have to be so rude- its good job I warned her about you, she might not have taken it so nicely." Rolling his eyes John picked his coat up from off the back of the kitchen chair (which Sherlock had once set alight for a few seconds before John had caught him) and strode across the flat towards the door before turning his head and informing Sherlock of his whereabouts. "I'm going to Sarah's, I'll see you later." Swinging open the door and stepping out the flat he threw a warning. "And don't destroy the flat while I'm out!" Sherlock mimicked his words in perfect timing- he was used to them.
Page sat- laptop on her lap as she uploaded her recent photos from the previous day on Trafalgar square. She'd start with them and write about the square for the magazine. Saving the new folder of photos she decided to take a good look at them and choose the best to put in the magazine. There was a nice one of Nelson's ship, and there was a good one of the gallery- shame about the two men who were walking down the steps in the way. Quickly she skipped onto the next photo and then…she frantically skipped back one and took a good look at the two men who were in the picture. A tall man and a short man…no guessing who they were! It was them…them who'd she'd sat with for a little while last night and drunk tea with. Inside she felt her heartbeat increase when her dark eyes focused on the taller of the two. Something about Sherlock Holmes drew her in- she didn't know what though. Perhaps it was his beautiful eyes or simply those odd mannerisms of his. Was it the way he spoke to her, that bitterness and coldness, something about him intrigued her.
Later that evening John stumbled in and as per usual he neatly placed his coat on the back of the chair. Sherlock had his hands clasped together; he was leant forward on the sofa, his brain ticking away at some strange thought. Slowly he tilted his head upwards to study John. John turned away in annoyance with a sigh.
"Is she a good kisser?" Sherlock teased with an edgy smile, he knew this would hit John hard. His expression full of shock and his cheeks the shade of a tomato, John flashed his head forwards to face Sherlock who was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"How can you tell?" He didn't even bother denying it; he knew Sherlock would have found numerous small details that he had in-fact had a little "heart to heart" to with Sarah.
"Well, your lips are tinted, ever so slightly- a reddish tint it looks like from here."
"Well that's all we did, so don't try to deduce anything else." John shook his head sat beside his flatmate and took hold of the remote.
"Don't worry, I know."
"How?"
"Well for a starter." Sherlock paused at the sudden expression on John's face, he would have burst out laughing but he didn't think it wise…John wasn't too pleased with him anyway.
"Second thoughts, I don't want to know."
Sherlock had to turn his head to chuckle to himself. What would he do without his best friend?