NEW SCOTLAND YARD
DI GREG LESTRADE'S OFFICE

"Jooooooooohn! I have figured it out! I've solved it! I have solved it!" Sherlock cupped John's face with his hands and kissed his cheeks repeatedly. 

John just stood there, beet red, very shy, and letting Sherlock do whatever he wanted to do. Damn, why the hell did he put the idea in Sherlock's mind. God, help! 

"Yeah, I know." 

Sherlock still hasn't stopped kissing him. 

"Sherlock." John was drowning in fucking kisses from his fucking flatmate in front of the NSY officers (peeking through the Lestrade's office) and also in front of fucking Lestrade who was fucking beaming like he'd seen something really enter-fucking-taining.

"John, this is brilliant! This is just fantastic! Oh! I should aslo kiss Lestrade for giving me this wonderful, wonderful case!" 

Lestrade chuckled, "I'll pass. Just give 'em all to John. Looks like he's enjoying it." 

"Fuck off, DI Lestrade." John snapped while Sherlock smothered him with kisses. 

"Uh, we'll leave you two here. Text me if you're done kissing John and we'll talk about this case, all right?"

Sherlock stopped and looked at Lestrade over his shoulders, "Roger that," and continued kissing John.

"Sherlock, stop. My face smells bad already." 

Sherlock stopped again and looked John in the eyes, "I brush my teeth properly, you idiot," then before he let go of John's face, he planted his last passionate kiss on John's lips and turned his back to John.

John felt that. John actually felt that. Lips against his... and God, help! It made him blush! 

"Sherlock! Why the fuck did you do thaaaat!?" John shouted. 

Sherlock turned to John, smirking, "I'm feeling passionate. Problem?" 

The doctor could only gape at Sherlock as the latter winked and started walking away. John had the feeling he and Sherlock would be snogging for the next thousand years. 

Oh, goodness. Now, people will definitely talk. 

THE END