Sherlock waits a second longer before he says, "This was a bad idea, wasn't it?" He leans off the bed to give John his space, Sherlock slides on to the small couch that was in the corner of the room. Moving the pillows and folded blanket onto the other half he wasn't using. Also another assumption from the nurses that thought he was exhausted and should gets some sleep.
It stays this way for a matter of minutes. "Sherlock, please." He pats the space next to himself on his bed. Sherlock drag his body over to where John is. A deep disappointment spreads through his being. When Sherlock settles in, John stares stares at him for a moment. "Before I-" John stops, grumbling to himself, intensly watching Sherlocks mouth. Probably the only time any shade of pink has been a desirable color. "I just need to..."
John grunts, agrivated by his lack of speech. Instead of fumbling around with words some more; John reaches out for Sherlocks shirt, clutching the thin material in his palm, and tugs Sherlock forward. Finally. John smiles against Sherlock's lips.
By no means was it the perfect kiss like you'd see in a cinema or on a stage. No, their teeth clattered every so often and their noses bumped. But it was still electric and tantalizingly warm. In the most awkwardly perfect euphoria.
"Sherlock," Breathe. "Hmm?" Sherlock hums against his lips, leaning in farther, licking John's low lip, John blinks with pure shock; by far more talent with his delicate mouth than led to believe."What happened," Breathe. "With Leighton?" John asks. They continue to kiss as Sherlock answers. "Let's see, what did happen?" Sherlock does a trick with his tongue that even John, who's had quite a few dates in his life, hadn't acquired in his arsenal.
"Well, firstly, he tripped over his own feet and busted his chin. Then he fell down his two flights of stairs. Quite a clumsy fellow." The implications there but neither acknowledge the underlying story. "Quite." John smiles again.
As the pair lean in to kiss again, a murderous soudtrack begins to play. "Damn you, Mycroft." Sherlock mutters. He opens the text message:
4:49am, Friday, April 19:
John's to be checked out later tonight. Don't forget you have a case to close.
Oh and congradulations, Sherly.
- MH
Ahhhhh! Yay, I'm so happy for the two! Let's hope they can keep it up! Cause only god knows with case! :O
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~ Danni