A/N: This is something that happened to me when I decided to try out my spy skills on my significant other… So I decided to make it into a 221B drabble :) Enjoy!
Sherlock's First Sneak Attack
Sherlock knew the man would be unable to stop him.
John's hands were nearly elbows deep in dark, swirling water. Battling microscopic germs which threatened the health of those who dared cross them; warring with the possibility of poisoning… Of course, John was winning; his Doctor would always triumph over the evils of… well, the evils of anything, really. Sherlock believed wholeheartedly in that.
Just like he believed that now was the best time to begin his experiment; whilst John was busy washing the dishes.
Of course, it was only logical. John's hands were occupied, which meant he wouldn't be shoving the young detective away if he had any sort of objection. Sherlock also knew he would have no problem sneaking up on his blogger, as the shorter man was easily distracted by menial labour. Often humming whilst scrubbing away at the grease and grim, it was some pastime even the genius couldn't understand.
So, Sherlock planned the best course of action, and then went into battle. He crept quietly behind the unsuspecting doctor and, just as John plunged his hands back into the soapy water, the taller man bent over, placing a light kiss on the tanned cheek of his friend...
As John jumped around in shock, Sherlock's silk shirt was thoroughly soaked with bubbles and dirty dish water.
"Bugger..."