A/N- Chapter 12.

I'm really bad at updating this when I say I will. To make it up to you this is a longer chapter and there's johnlock kisses. Mystrade next chapter.

IMPORTANT: This story does not follow the original timeline of the show. John and Sherlock meet before A Study in Pink and have been together for a year.

Hugs, hugs and more hugs to those who have liked/ followed/ reviewed this story so far.

DISCLAIMER- I don't own anything. All characters you see in this fanfiction belong to BBC Sherlock. All I own is the plot and my OCs.

Any mistakes are my own so please tell me if you see any grammar mistakes.

Feedback feeds my muse so please leave a review and tell me what you think of this chapter.

Chapter 12- On the second day (Johnlock)

On the second day of Christmas my John gave to me a bathtub with a ducky.

What time do you finish work? –SH

Five today but I'm stopping by the shops to get some things in, do you want anything? –JW

A box of matches and a feather duster. –SH

I'm going to regret asking but why the matches and feather duster? –JW

It's for an experiment. –SH

Of course it is. OK I'll get them for you then. –JW

Thank you. –SH

If the feather duster could be pink that would help a great deal. –SH

OK pink feather duster. Got it. –JW

-X-

[6:00pm]

John huffs and moves his legs to try and get the most comfortable position on the cold, hard tiles of the bathroom. He waves his hand underneath the water trying to make the bubbles appear. They come slowly and stick to the sides of the tub instead of staying in the middle of the bath like John wants. He frowns and plunges his other hand into the water, gently coaxing the bubbles into the middle and sighing when they refuse to. The taps rumble and shake trying to get out as much water as they can to fill the bathtub in front of him.

''That'll have to do,'' He mumbles to himself and pushes himself off the floor and goes into the kitchen to find Sherlock.

The flame from the Bunsen burner flickers bright orange and burnt red as Sherlock holds a single thread from the feather duster up to it. The flame licks at the thread and just as quickly as it was there, it is gone. ''Fascinating,'' Sherlock speaks out loud and picks up the pen and scribbles a few words down on the notebook beside him.

''What is?'' John maneuvers his way around the boxes lying on the kitchen ground and stands next to Sherlock.

''Just an experiment for that case we looked at last week.''

''I thought Lestrade had given up on that case?''

''Doesn't mean I did.'' Sherlock removes the goggles from his head, shuts the notebook and gets up from his seat. ''The answer is no by the way.''

''I haven't even asked a question,'' John says and crosses his arms.

'' No but you were going to. I am not taking a bath,'' Sherlock says, his words cut indicating no room for argument.

''I-I wasn't going to ask you to take a bath,'' John stammers out and blinks rapidly. He licks his bottom lip and breathes in several short breaths.

''John, there's no point lying to me. I know a liar and right now you're showing me every sign that you are one. Blinking faster than you normally do, breathing faster and you also stammered which is common for liars, not so common for you.''

''I did not lie.''

''Avoiding use of contractions. Shall I add that to the list as well?''

''Alright, alright.'' John holds his hands up in defeat and begins to walk away. Before Sherlock can process what is happening he is being lifted by strong arms and hauled in the direction of the bathroom.

John lifts Sherlock higher until he is slung over his shoulder in the fireman's position and makes his way to the bathroom.

''John!'' Sherlock shouts, balling his hands into fists and slams them against Johns back while trying to wriggle away from the man's tight grasp. ''Put me down!''

''I will, once you agree to take a bath with me,'' John says and lifts the other arm to steady Sherlock so he doesn't topple over. He opens the bathroom door and gently places Sherlock down on the ground and he immediately lunges for the door. But he is too slow as John quickly lifts up his arm blocking the entrance, closes the door and twists the lock.

''This is highly ridiculous, John. Let me past,'' Sherlock demands, his voice matching the icy hardness of his eyes.

''No. It took my ages to fill up the tub and make those stupid bubbles,'' John points at the rubber duck floating on the surface of the water. ''I even bought you a duck!''

Sherlock looks at the duck in amusement, the corners of his mouth rising up into a smile. ''I didn't ask for a duck. Why is there a rubber duck in our bath?''

John hesitates and looks at the ground before mumbling, ''I don't know. I thought it looked cute.'' His cheeks start to flush pink and he bites his bottom lip. He looks up quickly, knowing that Sherlock is going to make fun of him. Sherlock has too dropped his head to the ground, his hands covering his mouth as his shoulders shake.

John's heart leaps and his eyes fill with panic and worry that Sherlock is crying and it is his fault. He extends his arm and his hand reaches out to touch Sherlock's shoulder while the other hand tries to push Sherlock's hand away from his mouth.

''Sherlock,'' John says softly, ''please don't cry, what's wrong?'' He manages to brush Sherlock's hand away and instead of a frown there's a wide, open mouthed smile. John's eyebrows rise in confusion and he darts his gaze to Sherlock eyes which are crinkled closed.

I don't bloody believe this, John thinks to himself, the bastard is laughing!

''You arse!'' John shouts and roughly pushes Sherlock's shoulder so the man stumbles and nearly falls on the tiled floor. '' You're bloody laughing at me!''

Sherlock wheezes and splutters trying to get the words out as he grips onto John's shirt so he doesn't fall backwards. He throws his head back and lets out a deep laugh. ''N-n-no I-the,'' He tries to speak but it comes out in a breathy whisper and he opens his eyes to look at John. ''I'm laughing at the duck.''

''Well don't! It costs me 5 pounds!'' John glares at Sherlock, his lips tightly closed becoming thinner and thinner every second Sherlock continues to laugh.

Sherlock tries, god does he try to keep a straight face but he dissolves into another fit of giggles at the price of the duck.

''Yoo-you sp-pent five p-p-pounds?'' Sherlock asks, half annoyed at the wasted money but he can't help but giggle when he looks at how irritated John is.

''Yes and I spent an extra 10 pounds on the scented candles.''

Sherlock turns around and looks at the colourful candles all lined up along the bath and spirals back into laughter.

''Although judging by your response I shouldn't have bothered.'' John tightens his jaw and he has the over-whelming desire to push Sherlock into the bath and storm off. He clenches his teeth and is about to walk away when Sherlock's hand tightens on his jumper and his other hand grabs for John's arm to pull him back.

John sighs, not having enough energy to continue watching Sherlock laugh in his face. He twists his torso around, hand on the door lock and ready to leave. He looks at Sherlock who is now standing his full height, his lips in a straight line, no longer laughing but instead serious. John's eyebrow flicks upwards, asking a question that won't form in his brain or spill from his mouth. He raises his eyes to meet Sherlock's and unlike the rest of his deadpan face his eyes are wide and his pupils black with arousal.

Like a cat, Sherlock pounces and removes the space between the two men. His mouth connects with John's in a rushed passion, all tongue and teeth and John can't help but let a moan out.

A flurry of hands fumble at T-shirts and buttons and Sherlock manages to get three buttons undone so that his hand is able to slip past the material and to touch John's skin.

It's electric like always although this time John's obvious confusion and slight anger makes Sherlock excited and he increases the pressure on his lips on John's. Their tongues move together and John tries his best to breathe through his nose but it's not enough and he has to move away and get some air.

''Mhm.'' He lets out a gasp and he pants slightly, as if he has just ran a marathon. ''Sherlock.'' He breathes in deeply, not able to finish the rest of his sentence. He presses his back into the door and holds onto Sherlock's shirt collar trying to get his breathing steady again.

''John.'' The deep baritone of the voice makes John open his eyes. ''The water is getting cold.'' He tilts his head towards the bath and smirks at the expression on John's face.

''You idiot,'' John says and pulls Sherlock down for another kiss.

-X-

''We should probably get out soon, the waters getting cold,'' Sherlock says as he lifts his hand to stroke through John's wet hair. The few drops of water that are on Sherlock skin give the odd illusion that he is covered in small scales. His back is pushed against the bath as John is snuggled close inside Sherlock's legs. His arms wrapped tightly around the waist of his John whose head is rested against Sherlock's chest.

John lifts the rubber duck to Sherlock's lips, where the detective rolls his eyes but presses a kiss to the ducks beak. John chuckles and puts it back in the water and tilts his head up to look at Sherlock.

''But it's nice and relaxing. Five more minutes,'' John begs and smiles when Sherlock just sighs. ''Why did you agree in the end, to taking a bath I mean.'' John asks and moves slightly making the water splash at the sides of the bath.

''I realised you were being romantic.''

John smiles, nodding his head and places it back on Sherlock's chest. ''If you could do that more often that would be great,'' John says jokingly and lifts up one of the candles on the side of the tub. ''Not so sure about the candles though.''

''I agree, possible fire hazard.''

''It wouldn't be so romantic if one of us is to accidently light our arse on fire.''

They both laugh, the vibrations making the water ripple.

''Yes, Mrs. Hudson would be terribly shocked if we both go downstairs stark naked and burnt.''

They both burst into fits of giggles and John covers his mouth with his hand.

''Yes, it would be wise to leave them out next time,'' Sherlock says and continues to stroke his fingers through John's hair.

''Next time? You mean you're open to doing this again?''

''Of course. This is…nice.''

''It's lovely,'' John whispers and reaches up to kiss Sherlock. Sherlock's pulls John closer to him, their bodies pressed tight together, skin on skin, mouth on mouth and John's hands lazily stroking over Sherlock's thighs. ''We should probably get out now though, my fingers are starting to represent prunes.''

''You're right,'' Sherlock says and waits for John to get out the bath first before he follows. He pulls the plug out and the water begins to drain away. He turns around and sees John making faces in the mirror.

Sherlock grabs the towel, sneaking up behind John and before he can react Sherlock throws the towel over John's head.

''Aurgh! Sherlock, what the hell?!'' John shouts, his voice muffled because of the towel.

Sherlock laughs, spinning John around and pulling the towel off his head, draping it around his own shoulders and pulling John closer to his chest so the towel wraps around John's body as well.

John smiles up at Sherlock, his eyes shining and his hair sticking up in all directions.

Sherlock's thumb strokes at John's lips, opening them slightly, while his index finger lifts John's chin up and he leans down to kiss where his thumb had been previously.

Their lips press together, slowly until Sherlock licks at John's lips, wanting to enter his mouth, to feel John's tongue against his. John opens his mouth wider for Sherlock, letting out a slow moan of pleasure.

Sherlock breaks away and John moans again from the loss of contact. Sherlock just smiles and moves his lips to the man's neck. His hot breath lands on John's wet skin, tickling him as Sherlock continues to glide his tongue over John's neck. Sherlock traces the lines of John's ear to his collar bone, leaving rushed kisses in between.

John's fingers play with the dark curls of Sherlock's hair, gently pulling, making Sherlock moan against John's skin, the vibration sending a sharp jolt through his spine.

''Sherlock,'' John says, his voice a whisper and his eyes closed, ''let's go to our bedroom.''

Sherlock moves his lips away from John's neck and turns his attention to John's face. John bites at his lip and opens his eyes, the dark brown barely visible behind the black of his pupils.

Sherlock lets out a small breath, straitening his back and smiles. ''Yes.'' One arm wrapping around John's waist, making the towel slip away from their bodies, ''let's go.''

The bedroom door doesn't open till the next morning.

A/N: I think this is my favourite chapter so far. These two idiots...

Thank you to: Anime-Books lover, Awkard Sarcasm, Badwolfof221B, BakerStreetKid, Britishfangirlfromamerica, Cathleen86, CharlotteSometimes13, Colourful Rainfall, DeadWoman, Demetra Rose Riddle, EisenSchatten, Fordge, Frizzylocks, Goddess-of-the-Night04, HappySkyWhale, Jaqueque maria clara dela cruz, JuliaJekyll, KattieWatsonHolmes, KeepDreaming'xo, Kite06, LadySnape88, Lilith Malfoy Snape, , Moored Mermaid, Padfoot333, Quill Angel, RandomDalmatian326, Rose's Companion, Seidenfuchs, Shiloh26, Sierra Wood, The Name You Will Never Know, Usah, dracomalfoylover666, ebunnixx, eforrest213, emh97, fangirlobsessive, jigsawjazzz, lil28, mayaamendoza, mielka, nadster23, oreta29, rowexz, sneakysnakes, snotrocket, sunrisingonawinchester and teaganboda for story alerting this fic

And Beautiful-traveler, MarthaPotter15, QueenOBlades, dracomalfoylover666, sunisrisingonawinchester,Britishfangirlfromamerica,Frizzylocks,Jaqueque maria clara dela cruz,emh97,enjoyblood,kathaka9,rowexz, Anime-Books Lover, snotrocket, tmntforever, KeepDreaming'xo, Kite06, Larissa Batista, DeadWoman, LittleDreamer48, Shiloh26, Rose's Companion, Fordge, Lilith Malfoy Snape and mayaamendoza, fangirlobsessive, BakerStreetKid, Demetra Rose Riddle, emh97, kathaka9, HappySkyWhale, RiderPhantomhive, Quill Angel and Sierra Wood for putting this on their favourites list.

Jaqueque maria clara dela cruz,snotrocket, EsienSchatten, DeadWoman, HappySkyWhale, dracomalfoylover666 and Quill Angel for putting me on their Favourite author list.

And Jaqueque maria clara dela cruz, DeadWoman, Rose's Companion, BakerStreetKid, HappySkyWhale and Quill Angel for putting me on their author alerts list.

And finally Quill Angel and guest for their great reviews.

This is a reply to the guest reviewer as I can't PM them:

Guest: Thank you so much for the review! I'm so happy that you're enjoying it so far and sorry for not updating sooner.

(Don't worry about it!) x

Apologies to anyone else who I may have missed out/spelled their name wrong!

The next chapter will be mystrade! I promise it won't be such a long wait for the next chapter.

Thank you so, so much for your continued support and please don't be afraid to drop me a PM. Anyway bless you for reading and I will see you on Friday/Saturday.