Sherlock is such a good kisser. His lips on your felt so natural. Everything did. You felt a tongue along your bottom lip. We're you really going to French kiss Sherlock? Not yet. You refused. Uh oh. He didn't like that. He growled and pushed you harder against the wall. His tongue forcefully pushed into your mouth, getting a moan out of you. Dammit

You pulled away for the one hundredth time! What time is anyways? You managed to push him away, freeing yourself from the wall. Someone tapping their foot. What time is it?! You looked at you watch. 6:30. Uh-oh...

You looked to your right. Grace and Cat. You're in trouble now. When did they get here? Curse Sherlock and his sexiness. It's too distracting!

"When did you two get here?" You asked.

"Doesn't matter. I wish we didn't." Cat retorted. Not Sherlock's biggest fan.

"I wish the same." You said under your breath. "Anyways, what do you want?"

"I want that one out of my flat." Grace pointed at Sherlock.

"No." You held his arm. "I'm 28, you're 24. I can make out with Sherlock whether or not you like it."