We turned into the alleyway out of breath and laughing. I fell against the wall and let go of the chuckles that had tickled their way up my spine.
"That was ridiculous." My attention shifted to John as he panted the words, struggling to pull myself under control I turned to him fully. He stood in the middle of the alley, leaning against himself.
"You sound surprised that a suspect of Lestrades, had to check if you were really the Maharaja of Westminster." John and I glanced at each other for what seemed like years but was really a second before bursting into laughter again.
"Shh, they'll hear us." A giggled rose in my throat as it always did when I was with John, before him I never giggled. John smiled at me and I got lost in the pure wave of need. John made to lean against the wall and before I knew what was doing I gripped his hips and pulled him towards me. As our lips touched electricity shook through me like an earthquake.
I'm kissing John Watson. And he's kissing back? Stop now!
Before I could John pulled away and we stared at each other in the darkness. A thin blush covered my face as I released him. I tried to find words but they all seemed to disappear as I looked at him. What just happened? Shit Sherlock, you just screwed everything up. He's straight for god's sake. I coughed and turned around to look out of the alley.
"They uh, they should be gone by now. We should probably, I mean you and me, I mean."
"Sherlock?"
As I turned to face him John grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him. I couldn't tell what was going through his head but John looked into my eyes and I trusted him. Heck, I love him. John leant up towards me and pressed his lips against mine. He likes me! I shuddered at the thought and pressed against him, wrapping my arms around his short frame.
John giggled and I pulled away from him slowly, his face was clouded in the half light.
"Why haven't we done that before?" My voice was quiet but it boomed around the alley.
"I don't know." We separated and walked out of the alleyway. The walk home was quiet as we were both thinking our own thoughts.
"Sherlock?"
"Yes?"
"What just happened?"
"We kissed."
"What are we supposed to do now?"
"This."
Trusting my gut I side-stepped towards John and took his cold hand in my warm one.
"I thought you had more experience in these sort of things than me." I grinned down at him and saw his eyes sparkle with humour.
"Not like this." John squeezed my hand and I felt electricity tingle up both of our arms.
"No, not like this."