K HERES ANOTHER ONE! SORRY THAT IM CRAPPY BUT I LOVE IT!

TYPE: FLUFF

JOHNS POV

"JOOOHHN"! I groaned and reluctantly shut my laptop. I sighed "What is it Sher-". I was interupted by my coat being thrown in my face. "Its a case! A murder precisely". I put on my coat, knowing im not going to be able to relax. "Oh lighten up John". Sherlock beamed as he shoved me out the door, grabbing his own coat and scarf. I stared longer than neccessary as his nimble fingers worked the scarf. His gorgeous hands...'Wait what? Stop John. Your not even gay'!

But I couldnt deny how his dark scarf and coat made his features pop with astounding beauty. Escpecially his multi-colored eyes. And his curls. I just wanted to run my fingers through-. "John"? Sherlock looked at me with raised eye-brows. I felt the blush crawl up my neck and cheeks. I coughed "Right". And I ran downstairs to catch a cab. I tried to avoid Sherlocks observing stares as we sat in the cab. "Where did you say the case was"? I asked trying to break the awkward ice a little. Sherlock narrowed his eyes at me "Just down the street. Whats on your mind"? I involuntarily jumped at the question. Sherlock raised his eyebrows further.

I coughed and squinted my eyes at him. "What? Nothing Sherlock dont start going off on deducing tangents". "Deducing tangents"? I wiggled my fingers and then put them in a tight ball, trying not to jump out of the car. As if the universe sensed my desperate plea the car pulled to a stop. "Were here then. Come on Sherlock". I technically threw myself out of the cab and sprinted to the crime scene.

"In a hurry John"? Lestrade held up the tape for me. I shook my head "No im just..ah.. little impatient for the case". He blinked "What"? 'That was complete shit you twat'. I mentally scolded myself and chuckled "I guess Sherlock is rubbing off on me". "What about me? Cant even have a normal conversation without talking about me, John"? Sherlcok came and flashed me a cheeky smile. Flustered incoherent words uttered out of my mouth. Sherlock sent me a quick wink and turned to Lesterade, now emotionless. "Whats happened here then"? As Lesterade quickly filled him in I tried to calm down my flaming cheeks.

Why is he acting so...I dont know what it was but I didnt like it. Well...I didnt hate it. Whats is happening? "John? Please stop staring at me and pay attention". Sherlock gave me another wink and smirk. Left red and speechless I let him lead me to the body. His hand was placed a little low on my back, and I wasnt really complaining. "Red looks good on you John". Sherlock whispered into my ear with an amused tone. I balled my fists and stepped away to the body. I bent down and studied it. "It seems to be 3 days old". I turned around and Sherlock was staring at the lower part of my back.

"Sherlock"! His eyes snapped upwards and he grinned "3 days old. Problem John"? I growled and turned back to the body. As I examined for further details Sherlock was now behind/beside me. He leaned down and was painfully close to me. Only when I felt his hand pinch my arse did I snap. "DAMN IT SHERLOCK"! Everyone froze and looked at us as if we were crazy. Sherlock only blinked at me innocently "What is it John"? I stood and yanked him out of the room. He followed along willingly as I found an empty room. I turned and glared at him "What has gotten into your thick skull"! Sherlocks face now turned emotionless. "I havent the faintest idea what your rambling about". This infuriated me more. "Sherlock you pinched my arse! What has gotten into you"!?! I hissed trying not to let anyone hear through the thin walls.

Before I knew what had happened I was pinned against the wall. "John ive already deduced what you think of me..." I gulped and shivered as he breathed in my ear. "I d-dont know what you mean"? Sherlock laughed "John I am one of the worlds smartest men. I know". I bit my lip and nodded "S-So? It wont change anything". I looked down and fought the lump in my chest. He was married to his work, he doesnt have time for anything. Including me. His hands gripped my chin and forced me to look up at him. "Wrong John. This changes everything". I shook my head "No, it wont work. You told me yourself, your married to your work. There isnt room for me". Sherlocks eyes became hard and he gripped me tighter.

"There is always room for you. Why do you think that I dragged you with me to that case the first time we met"? Realization washed over me as I looked at him in disbelief. "You did that so you could be with me? From the first time we met"? Sherlock gave a small nod and leaned in "Ive loved you since the first case John. I havent stopped". I let out a staggered breathe as his lips captured my own. They molded together perfectly, his soft lips sending sparks through me. I moved mine back with his, throwing my hands behind his neck and pulling him closer. This was perfect, his lips felt amazing. This couldnt get any better. "Where the bloody- oh". I snapped my head to the doorway. Lestrade looked between us in complete shock and embaressment. My face set to fire and Sherlock remained emotionless. Lestrade ran his hands over his face "This is not my division". He turned on his heel and quickly left.