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Sherlock and John had a laid back Tuesday. After Lestrade had barged in there had been no use in trying to budge Sherlock. He didn't want a case, and there was nothing the blogger could do about it.

So they had lunch, and then went back to the couch to relax more. There were very brief and few moments where the chase had simmered down to a walk, so the two always made sure to take advantage of those quaint, small moments such as now.

They sat there for several more hours, Watson still playing mindlessly with Sherlock's fabric at the edge of his nightgown, Holmes still content in his mind palace, when the detective sat up abruptly.

John glanced at Sherlock briefly, before he was suddenly tackled to the ground. Literally.

He hit the wooden flooring as the lithe man jumped him, pressing his lips to John's greedily, almost desperate. John tensed, heard a clicking noise, and then relief flowed in him.

It was for the experiment.

But it was John's turn now.

He pulled away, to which Sherlock raised an eyebrow, and almost let out a whine, before said man was tackled down in the opposite direction.

Suddenly, Sherlock was the one under John, said man pressing his lips feverishly to his. At the sudden change in position, Sherlock heard a soft, gentle moan, before realizing it was him who was making the sound. He's pretty sure his decibel range cant even go that high, but he was even more sure that it wasn't John, because John's moans were guttural and low and sexy and-fuck.

For a second, Sherlock's mind was far too overwhelmed; he needed air. He pushed John away a little, and panted up at him.

"Um, some-something new, John..." He said breathlessly. The man above him raised an eyebrow, before the timer beeped. He tried not to let the disappointment show in his face, but Sherlock grabbed his arm before he even had time to worry over it.

"Um.. that.. that didn't go-ehm-as planned..." Sherlock said abashedly. Watson stared down at him, confused.

"We.. may need to t-try again," Sherlock stuttered, and John blinked, processing what he was saying, before chuckling a little breathlessly.

"Okay then." Watson sat up, and Holmes came up with him.

"I.. I um-we don't have to try it if you're uncomfortable, but I want to try-"
"Hey, it's okay, Sherlock." John placed a hand on Sherlock's shoulder, and the detective swallowed.

"Take a deep breath."

He did just that, and then spoke carefully.

-

He bit his lip as Sherlock reached for the timer.

This is okay. This is fine.

Experiment.

Watson saw Holmes set the timer for 2 minutes, and then click the button.

John placed his hand on the arch of the detective's back and dipped him a little, slowly towards the ground. As Sherlock was finally settled, John hesitated a little, heart pattering fast.

You can do this. It's fine.

"John, we don't-" "It's fine." John reassured, to which Sherlock smiled nervously in reply.

He closed his eyes, his flatmate doing the same, before his lips landed on Sherlock's jaw. The man under him pursed his lips to keep from letting out any embarrassing noises.

John took a deep breath, letting the edge of his nose slide lightly across Sherlock's throat, and to his lips. Eventually he tilted his head and softly pressed his lips to the detectives.

Sherlock sighed, relaxing under him. As John grew accustomed to Sherlock underneath him, his fingers began to trace up and down the detective's sides, sending goosebumps rippling across the younger man's arms.

He hesitated a little before he began to slowly open his mouth, tongue slightly coming to trace Sherlock's lips.

The brunette could practically scream and cry. They were actually doing this.

John Watson is actually doing this to me

Just as John was beginning to prod Sherlock's lips delicately, the man under him began to become far too aware of how pliant and aroused he was. At the familiar, daunting feeling in his lower abdomen, Holmes felt panic fester and ensue in his stomach. So, with no other choice, he nervously pulled away before Watson could have the chance to have a taste.

John looked confused.

"Did I do it wrong?" Do we seriously have to do this again?

(Not that he would mind)

"No.. you..." He panted, trying to catch his breath. "I... you... um.." The detective began to feel helpless as John pulled him up.

"Sherlock, are you okay? We can stop-this is your experiment after all..."

"No, I just... I don't want to make you uncomfortable..... "

John's eyes widened, watching as the younger man hid face with his hands, absolutely mortified. The blogger smiled a little, feeling endeared.

"It's fine. We'll stop, though. You can um.. go. Plus, I need to start getting ready for work, I have a late shift."

Holmes nodded, allowing a, what could be perceived to be uncomfortable, silence to fall between them. John stared at him for a brief moment, contemplating his next move, before deciding to place a quick kiss on the detective's forehead. Sherlock sat there, stunned, as Watson sat up and walked up the stairs to his room.

The second John was out of sight, the timer beeped.

-

"Bye Sherlock, I'll bring home take out." He said quickly. Sherlock's gaze followed after his flatmate as he paced down the steps, and away from sight.

He sighed and rubbed his face, peeking through his fingers to take a look at the ticking clock.

5 hours.

Holmes didn't know if he could wait.

-

John had stayed behind after everyone had left to go to the bar. He decided he'd finish up some paper work, get some of the take out he had promised Sherlock, and head on home.

That was not what had happened.

As John stacked some papers and organized his desk, he saw in the corner of his eye, Mary, peeping into the room.

He turned around and smiled briefly at her.

"Hello, Mary."

She smiled back, and stepped in completely.

"It's a bit late. You had shift tonight?"

John nodded, placing his hand on his hip, before looking around.

"Yea, well I needed to get something in before Thursday. Sherlock and I have a-" "Date?"

John's eyes drew wide, and Mary flushed, looking away quickly.

"Wha-" "Sorry, didn't-em-mean to say that." She stuttered, her face flushing red with embarrassment.

"No-no it's... fine..."

Mary nodded awkwardly, before swallowing.

"I... better go-" "Why do you think Sherlock and I have a date?"

Mary looked at him, and then away.

"It was an acciden-" "No, tell me."

Mary began to feel sheepish as she stepped into the office to sit on the opposite side of the desk, John in his chair.

"Well... you guys seem-" "Like a couple?"

Mary flushed again.

"Yeah, I get that a lot."

John swallowed, before Mary looked up at him.

Suddenly, John's facade built up again, and smirked, his usual flirt catching up with the conversation.

"Anyways," He cleared his throat. "Why were you peeping in my door way?" He asked, and Mary bit her lip.

"Oh, well I was about to leave, and I was wondering-" "If you'd like to go on a date?"

Mary's eyes widened.

"Ooh... sorry. Didn't mean to say that." John smirked, and leaned back in his chair, and Mary blinked at him, before smiling.

"Do you want to get coffee?" She asked, and John sighed.

"Sorry, I'm apparently taken."

She and him laughed, and he eventually agreed to coffee, grabbing a couple things.

John let his mind slip around the mention of Sherlock, and walked out with Mary and to the nearby coffee shop.

-

3 am.

Sherlock fell asleep on the couch.