Unexpected

P.O.V John

"John!"

"John!"

"Jo-"

"What do you want Sherlock?!" I said, annoyed.

"Bored."

"Really? I didn't know that, its not as if you've said it-" I paused, thinking. "104 times already within the past hour."

We were sat our flat, I was sat in my armchair typing on my blog. Sherlock sat sideways on his chair, his long legs hanging over the edge. He lifted his hand and shot the gun at the wall.

"Why cant you go anymore than a week without a case without putting a hole in the wall?" My voice was full of irritation.

Sherlock mumbled something but I couldn't hear.

"What?"

"You said it was a week that we hadn't had a case for, however it has been 8 days, four hours and 3 minutes since we had our last case." He looked over at me, smirking.

He looks so adorable...

WHAT? Did I seriously just think that Sherlock Holmes was adorable? I mean, im not saying he isn't- What am I thinking?

I felt my face turn red, and Sherlocks smirk disappeared. He raised an eyebrow. I shook my head and stood up to make some tea.

I walked into the room and handed one of the mugs to Sherlock. I sat down in my armchair and sipped the steaming liquid.

I put my tea down and picked up my laptop.

"John?"

"Yes Sherlock?"

"I'm bored. I'm so bored."

I turned my attention to my blog.

"John"

"John"

I decided to try to ignore him. Maybe if I did he would be quiet.

"John"

"John?"

"John!"

"John!"

"John!?"

"Jawn!!"

"Jaawwn!!?!"

"Jaawwwnnn!!!"

I looked over at him, raising my eye brows. "You are so childish Sherlock."

He turned his gaze from the ceiling to me, his brows furrowed and his lips pouted.

"No I am not" He said folding his arms across his chest. "I'm so bored!"

"Well I don't know what you want me to do about that."

He stared at me for a few seconds, his beautiful eyes locked with mine.

A dreamy smile played on his lips before he blushed and his smile disappeared.

Hold on....He blushed? Sherlock Holmes never blushes...

"What?" I asked, confused.

P.O.V Sherlock

I looked into his alluring eyes. I stood up and walked over, stopping just in front of where John was sat. I leant down so our faces were a few inches apart. I studied his face.

His pupils were...

large, larger than normal.

His face was...

a light shade of pink.

P.O.V John

I didn't know what Sherlock was doing, but I think I liked it.

I looked into his eyes, then glanced at his lips before back up at his eyes.

He placed his hands on the back of the chair either side of my head, moving slightly closer.

He was so close I could feel his breath on my face.

He was so close I could smell him. I couldn't tell what the smell was it was just.. Sherlock.

He was so close...

I reached my hands up to his shirt collar and pulled him down to me, closing the gap between us. When our lips touched I felt a bolt of electricity run through me. I closed my eyes and tangled my hands in his curls.

After a few seconds, Sherlock pulled away, the corner of his lips pulling upwards, his face slightly pink.

I smiled up at him.

"Sentiment," he said quietly. " 'a chemical defect found in the losing side'. How can that possibly true when right now I feel like I'm winning?"

I felt my face turn pink.

"I don't know." I replied, my hands still gripping Sherlock's hair, " but I do know one thing for certain."

He raised and eyebrow, a small smile on his face.

"Oh?" He said, "and what's that?"

I pulled him closer so our noses were just touching.

"I love you Sherlock Holmes."

His smile grew and he planted a kiss on my lips before he whispering:

"I love you too."