Note: *no relation to one shot* Hey, so i havent updated ANY of my books lately, other than this one, so if you're reading any other books of mine, IM SRRY. Its spring break in America, and i havent had time, but im going to get time tomorrow, and im gonna spend all day updating, like Potterlock and possibly Piratelock, and then the Study in Pining and the Kissing Anlysis if i get to it. Its just been a rough couple of months, and i have meant to update all week, bit havent and i just wanna say that im sorry. so there. Enjoy the story!

(Too lazy to proofread *always am* so, sorry for spelling mistakes or wtvr...)

Based on the prompt above, taken from tumblr :).

It had been about a month since Sherlock and John had become a couple. They hadnt really told anyone, but werent too discreet. The world would figure it out anyways, one way or another. Bloody stalkers.

John kept telling himself that he would get use to it, kissing Sherlock, i mean, but no. Everytime his lips met Sherlocks without his own command, he would jump out of his skin. But it wasnt like Sherlock would let John know too, he would do it at random times, in fact, without warning, and it overwhelmed John so much.

It happened all the time, and the first time, John had let out a very loud gasp.

It was after a couple days they had already been going out, and at the time had only exchanged a total amount of 4 kisses, this one being their 5th.

It was after Sherlock ran through an enormous deduction, and in fact was so long, Lestrade left the room and decided to stand outside for 5 minutes, giving Sherlock enough time to wrap up the deduction.

"...and so, if she was widowed, then her wedding ring wouldnt be on her finger..."

Briliant. Bloody Brilliant. John stared at him in awe as Sherlock continued on.

".... but if she was working for this man, than why did he do it, if she was a widdow, but heres where it ties into the next bit; she has a string of lovers John, however un married, but still carrying around a ring- secret marriage perhaps, or something more sinister..."

Wow. Hes so amazing. And hes mine. This bloody brilliant detective his mine. All of him. John sighed to himself involuntarily, as he listened to Sherlock.

"In all, it was the baker," Sherlock panted. John assumed he hadnt breathed once throughout the deduction.

"Brilliant," John breathed, and Sherlock looked up at him with sparkling eyes.

"Bloody magnificent, you are-oh and the deduction ahah," John flushed, and Sherlock blinked at him, before practically lunging himself at John.

"OH!" John gasped in suprise as Sherlock practically attacked his lips, slipping his toungue in immediatley, and John almost fell to the ground by the feeling. He needed to get use to that slick toungue of Sherlocks, even when its not rattling off deductions.

"Sh-sherlock," John panted, as Sherlock pulled away, very red, but panting and looking at him with hooded eyes.

Sherlock was about to say something when the door swung open, and both men quickly turned to the door to see Lestrade walking in, only to stop and eye them a bit. Wasnt Sherlock on the other side of the body? And why were they as red as beets?

"Em-Lestrade it was the baker," Sherlock mumbled, glancing at John, and mouthing 'Well finish this later,'. John swallowed. And they did.

-

The second time it happened, they were running after a criminal.

"Sherlock," John panted, as the man they were running after took a left turn, and then jumped up and over a high wall, one John nor Sherlock could get over.

"What the-how did he do that Sherl-" "No time to talk it over John, we're gonna lose him!" He grabbed Johns hand, and slugged him forward a bit to get him moving, and he ran after Sherlock as he jumped up high and pulled down a ladder, turning to John, as he finally made it to the ladder.

"You first John," Sherlock breathed, eyeing past Johns shoulder a bit, before turning his eyes back to him.

Before John could move, Sherlock grabbed his face, and plopped a warm kiss on his lips, before letting go, and John stood there for a while, and Sherlock shook him.

"Go John!" And John quickly nodded, falling from his trance, and taking the steps 2 at a time, Sherlock right behind him.

They managed to catch the criminal.

-

John should have seen this one coming-if he bothered to look, but no, Sherlock always seemed to catch him by suprise.

The third time, was when they were about a month into their relationship, and it was a normal day in 221B. Well, yelling and shooting the wall normal, because thats as normal as it gets when you live with a crazy detective.

Sherlock had been working on a expeiriment for hours, while John read his book, listening to Sherlocks frustrated sighs or groans. He was use to the detective being like this.

"You'll figure it out love, you always do," John had reassured him, but Sherlock shook his head, banging his forehead on the table 3 times, before returning to the microscope, and then pulling away taking his notes, before putting the pencil to his lips, and staring at the paper.

After a minute, John almost jumped hearing a loud groan, and a crunching of paper, as Sherlock lunged it at the smiling face in the living room.

He sighed, putting his book down, and was about to say something, when Sherlock plopped onto his lap.

"Sher-ohhmmm," John was interrupted by Sherlock lips, hands on his chest, knees on either side of Johns hips, as he began to slowly move against him, and John let out a suprised gasp, when Sherlock ground deeper into his hips, sliding his toungue past Johns mouth.

John hesitantly moved his hand to Sherlocks back, the other pushing through his curls.

They sat that way for 2 minutes, before Sherlock quickly sat up, leaving John flushed and whiny at the lack of warmth from Sherlocks body, and the friction Sherlock was slowly creating.

"I got it!" Sherlock jumped up from Johns lap, and almost fell over, before dashing to the kitchen and taking his notes to the other room.

John sat there, panting, stunned, half hard and red.

Did Sherlock just use me to help him figure out a problem?

John felt himself swallow thickly, before frowning.

Bloody bastard leaving me like this.

Before grumbling and sitting up, going to his room.

-

And then it happened again that morning, then later that evening. Who knew Sherlock Holmes could suprise John Watson with just a little kiss.

"John, can you get the milk," Sherlock gestured to him, as he turned back to face the toaster, plopping the bread into the slots.

John opened the fridge, and pulled it out, before turning around, and jumping lightly at Sherlocks close proximity, while Sherlock grabbed the milk, and set it down blindly, then shoving John against the fridge, and kissing him furiously.

And John started to realise something; Sherlock seemed to like kissing John, even more than solving cases...

So, it was that evening, when Sherlock was speaking to John about the case they jad come upon earlier that day, while walking down a lonely road, too late for london cars, possibly a taxi, to go driving by, and people to go walking too. It was just the detective and blogger on the vacant winter street, street lights dimming the pavement where the walked, and small puffs of cold leaving their mouths as they spoke.

"Right-question, how did you know-" John was cut off by the press of soft lips to his mouth, once again, and stood there as Sherlock held his shoulder lightly, before pulling away and breathing hot breath onto Johns already cooling ones.

John chuckled, and Sherlock stared at him confused.

"You need to stop doing that," John mumbled, moving his head slightly to rub against Sherlocks, which made Sherlock grin.

"What?" He mumbled. "Kissing me, out of the blue. Like in the middle of conversations, or when i least expect-" Once again, his lips were cut short, and he sighed in Sherlocks mouth.

"Its fun to see you suprised," Sherlock smirked against John, forehead resting against his.

"Hmm, really?" "And, your lips looked... very... kissable," Sherlock muttered, embarrased a bit, and John flushed, before grinning widly.

"Really?" A hint of amusement met Johns voice, and Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Yes well," Sherlock pulled away, before smiling down at him, and taking Johns hand.

"You were asking me a question?"

And John grinned, before walking aling the pavement with Sherlocks hand in his.