Early the next morning, Caitlin had snuck to the kitchen to get a drink. As she was leaning against the counter, making a face at one of Sherlock's left out 'experiments' she jumped when she heard,
"What the-?!"
Blushing furiously as she met the eyes of an incredulous John, she yelped
"John! You startled me!"
Turning a brighter red at his knowing look accompanied with a smirk she sputtered,
"Nothing happened!"
Glancing at her button down clad form, he just muttered,
"Sure."
He snickered all the way in to his room laughing outright when he heard a sharp,
"Shut up John!"
Huffing and going back to Sherlock's room, Caitlin was sure to be quiet and slipped back into bed so she wouldn't wake the still sleeping man beside her.
Hours later, Sherlock woke, blinking for a moment to become accustomed to the light in the room. For the first time in quite awhile he had slept soundly. Sitting up, he ran a hand through his already unruly curls before he realized he wasn't alone. He'd almost forgotten about the woman who lay next to him. Caitlin was snuggled under his covers, still fast asleep. The events of last night quickly rushed back to him. Running his eyes over Caitlin's sleeping form, his brain replayed the last moments of the previous evening. She had kissed him. His brow furrowed as he climbed out of bed, pulling his robe on. This woman was weaseling her way into his life and confusing him emotionally. That was very frustrating.
Shuffling down the hall and into the kitchen, Sherlock noticed John's coat flung unceremoniously over the back of the chair closest to him. Turning the water on to heat up, he quickly surmised that he needed at least one cup of coffee before dealing with John's irritating assumptions when said man decided to stumble out for the morning.
Pointedly ignoring his flatmate's smirk, Sherlock poured his coffee, stuffed a piece of toast in his mouth and went and sat in his chair, grabbing the paper on the way. John snorted in amusement and left him alone for the moment, knowing he wouldn't get anything out of the other man, no matter how much he annoyed him. After sitting in his own respective chair, John had grabbed a section of the paper from Sherlock, when a loud crash followed by an equally loud curse caused both men to look up questioningly. As more swears followed, John tentatively called out.
"Alright there, Caitlin?"
Hearing the bedroom door open, both men watched as Caitlin stumbled in with a huff, some of her short layered hair falling in her eyes.
"Sherlock Holmes your room is going to kill someone! I nearly cracked my head open tripping over God knows what!"
Sherlock observed the irritated woman who was presently glaring at him. She had his shirt on still, though it was falling off one shoulder, due to its large size. She had also thrown her pants on from the night before.
"Well, normally I am the only one in my room, so I have no problem navigating around it. The process seems to have evaded you, however."
Caitlin let out a frustrated sound as John just shook his head.
"Why do I put up with you?!"
Sherlock just glared as his friend muttered,
"I ask myself that question every day."
The next day, John and Caitlin decided to meet up for lunch while Sherlock was out, irritating Lestrade most likely. After the two had ordered, John continued teasing Caitlin mercilessly about the events of the previous day.
"Shut up John! I've already told you, nothing happened between me and Sherlock!"
Grinning at the embarrassed woman across from him, he chuckled,
"I'm just kidding with you Caitlin."
As their food arrived, Caitlin's cheeks returned to their normal color, and she took a bite before murmuring,
"Well, I guess a little something happened. I kissed him."
Snorting when John almost choked, she flushed again as he exclaimed,
"What?!"
"I kissed him."
When all John did was look incredulously at her she continued,
"It was kind of a surprise for both of us. I just..well.."
Collecting himself, John said,
"It seems you wanted a different reaction than what you received. Are you…?"
Her eyes fell as her cheeks flamed.
"I-I don't know John. Does it seem stupid for me to?"
Sighing, the man just murmured,
"I don't know what to tell you Caitlin. Sherlock is an enigmatic person. All you can do is trust yourself."
Groaning, Caitlin dropped her head into her hand as John just smiled at her sympathetically.