Sherlock;
Neither of you liked to consider, what you'd both coined, 'the morgue kiss' your 'first kiss'. Mainly because Sherlock felt somewhat uneasy about how he'd obsessed over it for days. Actually, you guys liked to think the kiss after your reading seventh date was...
When Sherlock says 'date', he never meant ice cream and a walk in the park, he would never be able to sit through a movie without ruining it for everybody in the theatre, and most definitely not taking you to a café to sip coffee and chat. You didn't mind chasing down a killer or helping to find abducted children, that's about as exciting as a date could get, but sometimes you wished that you guys could just go to dinner-- like a normal couple. You'd told John about it (mainly because you needed to tell someone and you'd feel guilty telling Molly), so when Sherlock asked you to dinner after your shift, you'd assumed maybe he just wanted to do something special for you. You were always so good at analyzing speech patterns, and he'd sounded so sincere and kind... when people say love is like foggy glass to your mind, they're not kidding.
The moment you guys had sat down, you'd known something was off. He hadn't heard a word you'd said, and when the waiter flirted with you, he hadn't gone into a jealousy-fueled deducing rampage. He just sat there, staring slightly past you. When you turned around, you instantly knew what this was about.
"Really, Sherlock?" You snapped, feeling humiliated for even thinking that Sherlock would consider your feelings enough to think to take you to supper. Furrowed brow, and lost-puppy-gone-detective face on, he turned to you.
"Hm?" And with that simple little hum, he was back to his staring, "That's wonderful, y/n." No, that was the line. Had he just told you he wanted to spy on a criminal, you would've still gone. But you wouldn't have had little butterflies fluttering around your stomach for a week. One of your hands snapped to the table, a sound like a single firecracker flooding through the restaurant. The other was already grabbing your things. All you could think about was how foolish you'd been, and about how you wish you'd just listened to your sister. If you had, you'd still be with a man that worshipped the ground you walked on. It hadn't been a perfect relationship, but at least you'd known he cared about you.
The moment your hand hit the table, Sherlock's attention was yours again, "I've had a lovely evening, Sherlock. Lets do this again. How about... never?" Your honeyed tone was almost sweet enough to hide your message. Almost. Now, Sherlock was even more lost. His mouth opened and closed a few times, unable to decide what to do, and looking like a fish trying to breath in dry air. You dropped some cash on the table- after all, you'd been the only one to get anything, why should he pay for your meal if you meant so little to him? Your pace to get out of there sped up the moment you'd left the table. Partially because tears had instantly began to well into your eyes, and partly because Sherlock's target was staring. It took a while for Sherlock to process what had happened, but once he had, he'd rushed out after you, catching up right in front of your flat because you'd ditched your heels and began booking it back home. Once he had, though, he grabbed the crook of your elbow to stop you.
"Let me go, Sherlock." You seethed, managing to straighten out and harden your voice. He'd never heard that sort of tone from you. He'd heard it plenty of times, just... not from you. His brother or John, it was nearly constant, they always seemed to be on him for one reason or another, but he couldn't figure out what had caused this.
He didn't really know how to respond, so he took a cue from John, "W-What did I do?" He hated when he wasn't sure of himself- it never had felt right for him to be. It was against his very nature, actually, but none of the situation made the least bit of sense to him. Not a drop.
"Just- go stalk your criminal!" Your strong demeanor crumbled before you, a tear slipping down your cheek like it was some children's slide. He took a half step closer, hand escaping your elbow, and easing itself into your fingers.
"Y/n... what's wrong?" All it took was that for you to spill- the dam holding all your emotions in overflowing until your couldn't hear your own heart beat over the rapids of anger, self pity, and hurt that spilled from its once proud walls.
"I had been foolish enough to think this was a real date." You admitted softly, it seeming somewhat childish as you said it aloud.
"It wa-" He couldn't understand what you meant, so you simply cut him short.
"Not like that, Sherlock. I mean a real date. Like normal people go on- and I know what you're going to say, 'we aren't normal people'- and I know that, but it'd be nice to not worry about one of us dying every time we go out!" It was basically all of your feelings just spewing out as you tried to rebuild your wall. You didn't want to cry in front of Mr 'emotions are for the idiotic', after all. You half expected him to laugh at you, but all he did was turn you around, and wipe the tears brimming your eyes away.
"I'm sorry, I wanted to do something special for you, but I thought that I could do both... obviously, I was stupid for thinking so," He admitted, taking your hand, "Perhaps we could go to a different restaurant... try again?" He offered you a small smile, that you returned by kissing him square on the mouth. Clearly, the second try went much better.

John;
{For warning, I've only ever heard stories about fairs and seen videos, so I'm sorry if I have it completely wrong. One day, I'll go to a fair myself, and I hope it lives up to my imagination... though, I doubt it.}

You guys went wherever you felt like for a date, and whenever, too. But it was agreed upon that the best date you guys ever went on was the first time you went to the fair. He'd gone before, but it was completely new to you. It was a pretty stereotypical fair date- deep-fried ice cream, cotton candy as bid as your head, and a bunch of rides. John had played every game he could, and only won about ten percent of the time. Yet, you had four bags stock full of teddy bears, giant fluffy unicorns, and rubber ducks.
Most of them came from the "knock it down" game. Three sets of three bottles, stacked in a small pyramid, and three bean bags. He'd chuck the bag with deadly precision that served as a very good reminder that he was, in fact, in the military. He played again and again, winning you little toys you REALLY didn't need. But you couldn't tell him that, because every time he won you another one, his eyes lit up and you loved when his eyes did that. Eventually, though, he was forced to stop. He says it's because he was "too good at it". Truth was, the guy at the stand got pissed off at the fact that he was running out of toys, and John wasn't letting many kids play. After a short time of John complaining about how unfair it was that he was forced to stop playing, an idea struck him, and his was dragging you around the fair to his favorite ride. You had no clue what he was doing, it was your first time at the fair, after all.
"John, where are we going?" Despite your confusion, you were giggling as he pulled you through the crowds of people. The crowds alone made you think that you probably should've just gone to the zoo. Between the stench of vomit and kid's dropped snacks, it smelled nearly worse than the zoo, and the crowds had to be worse, too. But John had insisted being there on your first trip, so, you went. If you'd known a bit more about the fair, or romantic comedies, you'd have realized exactly where he was heading.
The line for the ferries wheel took a total of 28 minutes, but with John by your side, it didn't seem nearly that long. Most of it was just flirting and stealing fleeting kisses. But finally, you and John were at the front of the line.
"Stop it at the top?" He whispered to the operator, slipping him a five quid. The teenager smirked as he accepted it, sending John a sly wink as he shut your car door. It eased forward as the sun began slipping down, an array of pastels painting the sky into a portrait of beauty, herself. Your head rested on John's shoulder, his arm laced gently around you.
"I'm glad you convinced me to do this." You whispered as it moved upwards, a fourth o the way through the arch.
"I'd hope so, or else this would be very awkward..." He teased vaguely. You looks up to him, confusion drawn over your face. The car eased to a stop at the very top, and you could only see a sliver of golden yellow left at the very bottom of the horizon. Lights began flickering on all around you, adding to the gorgeous natural setting. You were in utter awe of it all, so much so that you couldn't recall who smashed you and John's lips together. Obviously, it wasn't John.

Lestrade:
You were over at his place at least once a week, but you always managed to miss his children's visits- and it wasn't just coincidence, either. He'd been wanting you to meet them, but there was something about it that just unsettled you. That was an issue for another time, however, because at that moment you were just cooking dinner together. It's odd to him that's your favorite date, mainly because it has nearly ended your relationship...
"So, why do you have the table set for five people, exactly?" You asked in amusement, thinking it may just be a force of habit.
"I have the kids this weekend- they're excited to meet you, by the way." He offered a reassuring smile as you blanched. Anxiety shocked through you, the static of it causing your body to quake beneath you.
"Greg!" You snapped, "I can't meet your kids!" Panic swept through your voice as you began collecting your things. His hand snapped out to stop you, him seeming infinitely concerned.
"And why the hell not?!" His voice had raised a half step, and your teeth ground together in response.
"Because! We've been dating- what? Three months? We don't even know if this is going to last!" You snapped back, throwing yourself from his grip. It was true, and he knew it was, but he didn't want to admit it.
"Are you kidding me! Three months, and you've avoided meeting them at any cost!" He'd absolutely had it, "It seems like to me that you just don't want this to work!" He regretted it the moment he'd said it, even more so as you spun on your head to leave, no longer worrying about your stuff.
"Screw you, Greg!" Thirteen minutes later, however, and you'd come back because it'd began raining, and both your umbrella and phone were still in his possession.
"I do want this to work..." You whispered as he solemnly helped you gather your things.
"Then stay. I want you to meet them, because I need this to work. I need you..." He whispered back. A few apologies and hugs later, you'd went back to help him complete dinner. His kids had been absolutely wonderful, and to you, the entire experience almost seemed romantic. Like it proved that your relationship was meant to work.
Your guys' first kiss, however, was another story. There was nothing particularly romantic about it, it just... happened.
After a long day of paperwork, you stepped into your boyfriend's office to deliver the day's documents. It'd seemed he was burning out, too, because his eyes looked like he hadn't slept in a month, and his signature began looking less like D.I. G Lestrade, and was more "Di G L" and then random squiggles.
"Hey... have you still got more to do?" You asked softly, placing your hand on his shoulder as you dropped off your finished papers. He nodded with a feather-light sigh.
"Dimmock is in America for Holiday, so all his papers've become mine." He explained bitterly. You grimaced, and took some of the papers.
"What if I filled out some of the case details, and you signed them?" You'd done it under your last boss, you didn't see why you couldn't for him. You smiled reassuringly and he hesitated, but ended up nodding his consent.
"Thank you." Gratitude filled the two simple words, and that's when you realized just how much he needed this. You sat across from him and began filling in the little blanks.
"Hey, no problem."
Three hours later, it was done, and he was helping you with your coat so you could go home. You went to leave his office, only to feel his hand capture your wrist.
"Goodbye, love. Thank you for the help." And he kissed you softly 'goodbye'.

Mycroft:
He wasn't one for dates, or physical interaction. It was a blessing to just get him to hold your hand in public, let alone kiss you or take you out on an actual date. Though, the second technically wasn't his fault. It was his job's, and you could respect the hard work he did. So, your first 'official' date had become your default favorite, because it was the only one that he hadn't been called away either by Britain, or his brother.
Fairy lights surrounded the cozy restaurant's outdoor seating area, lighting up the burnt orange metal, reflecting the colour like a sunset. You smiled as Mycroft pulled out your chair, and sat down, quietly thanking him.
"So, how was work?" You asked sweetly, a smile pulling to your lips as he sat across from you. The restaurant was nothing fancy, but it wasn't a McDonald's, either. It was almost like a café, with a peaceful vibe buzzing about it.
"It was fine, though, I mostly spent my day looking forward to this." He smiled kindly, and you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks. His smile grew in turn, and you sighed contently.
"How was the lab?" He pursued, and the conversation snowballed from there. From talking to incompetent assistants, to new interns, until you some how started talking about old family pets just as you were leaving. Which pushed you to decide that you guys would get a pet one day.
"Will we now?" He asked, almost sounding amused. You nodded proudly, grinning.
"Yes. And if it's a cat, will name it Pup, and if it's a dog, will name it Kitty." You declared, and he couldn't help but chuckle. Neither could you for that matter. So, there you were, walking arm in arm towards your flat, giggling like children.
"My Dear, you do fascinate me." He complimented earnestly as you stopped at your flat door. He always had a way to make you blush, that was for sure.
"Well, I am a fascinating person!" You jested, chuckling playfully, "Compliments aside, would you like to come in for some tea?" He considered it for a moment, and quickly checked the time. Half past noon...
"I really must be getting to work. Another time perhaps?" He felt almost bad to leaving so soon, but your reassuring smile helped fix some of that.
"Of course! Just call when you have time." You assured him, giving his arm a quick squeeze. For a moment, everything was still. You two just stared at each other, like you were reading the other' mind.
"Goodbye, My Dear Y/n." And that's when it happened- he kissed you. It was only a quick peck on your lips, but it was enough to make you freeze up. Lunch... hand holding... and even a kiss. It was Christmas!

Moriarty:
Jim had an interesting sense in what the perfect date was, but you were absolutely never bored. From dinner at the nicest restaurants in London, to surprise trips to Tokyo. Maybe that's why he has yet to understand why your favorite date is one he considers bland in comparison. Because everything he did was always so extravagant.
"Jim, come over, please?" You pleaded through the phone. He looked at the files on his desk, quickly deciding he could get them done tomorrow.
"On my way, Gorgeous." He replied casually, already getting up to head over there. Goodbyes were said in a moment, and he was at your place within minutes. He checked his appearance in the rear view mirror, and then got out of his jaguar and headed to your door. He didn't even knock before you opened it.
"Thank god you're here- I've rented Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and you are watching it with me." You yanked him in, shutting the door. He had absolutely no problem with your plan, so he agreed and went to make popcorn while you finished your blanket and pillow fort in your sitting room. It was a masterpiece. And it was only big enough for you and Jim to be in- as long as you were cuddled together (another thing he'd have absolutely no problem with). The smell of freshly popped popcorn twirled through the air, and he brought it in, along with two mugs of tea.
"I have the absolute best boyfriend ever!" You squealed happily, taking your cuppa. He chuckled, smiling appreciatively at your reaction. He was glad you thought so, because no way on earth, in heaven or in hell, could he bear to lose you.
"Why thank you, I agree. I also think I'm pretty great... but nothing compared to my fabulous darling." He flirted, placing a kiss to your head, and then one to your lips. At first, he laughed at your pillow fort... then he started helping you make improvements so you guys could see better. You guys curled up inside, the movie just starting. Your back leaned mostly into his chest, and his arm wrapped around what didn't. The popcorn sat on his lap, mainly because all you had to do was open your mouth and he'd feed it to you. You swore he was going to get at least a little jealous when you started obsessing over Newt. He had thrown a man out a window once, simply because he looked at you "lustfully", to be fair. But, he just smiled fondly as you raved about the wizard's little curls, and his adorable eyes. Once the credits began rolling is when you realized he hadn't even gotten the tiniest bit jealous.
"So, you have nothing to say about my love for Newt?" You teased, and he shrugged, smiling.
"That it's absolutely adorable?" His eyes sparkled. He loved how you smiled when you talked about him, just the little twinkle in your eye when you started ranting about some fictional universe was enough to make his day. So yeah, he had no complaints about your crush on the character.
"I know."
Your first kiss? It was preplanned by Jim, down to the very last detail- he'd added it to your first date plans. He'd decided to walk you home, letting Sebastian take the car, and took a detour through a small park. For some reason, you didn't believe it was just for the scenery. Of course you knew he had something up his sleeve... you just didn't know what. Once he'd found the bench from your very first 'friend walk', he sat you down to rest on the exact same bench you'd been mistaken for a couple on. You immediately recognized it, a soft smile coming to your face at the small detail.
"You remember this place?" He whispered softly, earning a nod in response while you looked around to the trees, their leaves outlined by starlight.
"I do." You assured him, not objecting as he took your hand. It was a sweet action on his part, taking the time to remember way back then, but you had no idea why.
"Jim, mind telling me why we're here, then?" He smiled at you, eyes sweeping over your features. He leaned forward, pressing a sugary sweet kiss to your lips.
"Because since that day we came here, I've been waiting to do that."