Kisses
Title: Kisses
Author: Ach Eloise
Word Count: 478
Rating: Fluffy.
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/John.
Summary:A little scene between Sherlock and John, wherein Sherlock tries to understand romance, and John tries to help.
Authors Note: Just a little something I've been wanting to write.
John rubbed his forehead against Sherlock's, his hands cupping Sherlock's face, holding him in place, still 'You'll catch on.'
'What's the use of always being the smartest person in the room when I don't understand... this.' Sherlock whispered.
'Like I said-'
'I know, I know.' Sherlock huffed, pulling away, out of John's hands, away from John's warm skin, he leaned back on his hands, the sheets beneath were so soft, the afternoon light was shining through the window and making John's hair look golden, he was surrounded by a soft glow of that warm light, he looked gorgeous 'How is it that I don't understand this?'
'You will,' John said, taking Sherlock's hand in his, he ran his thumb over Sherlock's knuckles gently, reassuringly 'You've never done it before, you need to be patient-'
'Patient.' Sherlock huffed again, looking away.
'Yes.' John said 'And the more we do this... relationship stuff the more you'll catch on, like I said.'
'Relationship stuff.' Sherlock said quietly 'Did you ever think, that we...' he frowned, staring down at his hand, and John's thumb on his knuckles, it was so soothing, how did that work? And why? And why did it feel so good?
'I didn't.' John said, staring into Sherlock's eyes, smiling at the fact that he'd distracted him with something so simple and wondering what he was thinking 'But you were everything I needed when we met.'
'I didn't think I needed anyone,' Sherlock said, looking up and realising then that John had been watching him 'Until I met you. I hadn't known there was something missing until I met you.'
John smiled, glancing down at their hands, he looked back up as Sherlock moved in for a kiss, another kiss, after all of the morning kisses they had already had, but there wasn't much better than morning kisses. It was soft, gentle, still a little unsure on Sherlock's side. John put his right hand on Sherlock's shoulder and pushed him back down onto the mattress, pinning him there and deepening the kiss, making it last. He finally moved up, letting Sherlock have some air.
Sherlock's cheeks were flushed, his eyes bright, his lips pink from the friction, he pulled John back down, nipping at his lips, running his hands over his strong arms, his broad shoulders and down John's back. He was getting it, this relationship stuff, finally.
'I told you.' John smiled down at him 'Didn't I?'
'Yes.' Sherlock said softly 'You did.'
'And you'll get the rest,' John said, running a hand down Sherlock's chest, over his stomach, over his belly button, he heard Sherlock's breathing change, a small intake of breath that told him Sherlock was enjoying what he was doing 'We just need to practice.'
Sherlock pulled John back down and into what could only be their thirty sixth kiss this morning 'Practice makes perfect.'
Author: Ach Eloise
Word Count: 478
Rating: Fluffy.
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/John.
Summary:A little scene between Sherlock and John, wherein Sherlock tries to understand romance, and John tries to help.
Authors Note: Just a little something I've been wanting to write.
John rubbed his forehead against Sherlock's, his hands cupping Sherlock's face, holding him in place, still 'You'll catch on.'
'What's the use of always being the smartest person in the room when I don't understand... this.' Sherlock whispered.
'Like I said-'
'I know, I know.' Sherlock huffed, pulling away, out of John's hands, away from John's warm skin, he leaned back on his hands, the sheets beneath were so soft, the afternoon light was shining through the window and making John's hair look golden, he was surrounded by a soft glow of that warm light, he looked gorgeous 'How is it that I don't understand this?'
'You will,' John said, taking Sherlock's hand in his, he ran his thumb over Sherlock's knuckles gently, reassuringly 'You've never done it before, you need to be patient-'
'Patient.' Sherlock huffed again, looking away.
'Yes.' John said 'And the more we do this... relationship stuff the more you'll catch on, like I said.'
'Relationship stuff.' Sherlock said quietly 'Did you ever think, that we...' he frowned, staring down at his hand, and John's thumb on his knuckles, it was so soothing, how did that work? And why? And why did it feel so good?
'I didn't.' John said, staring into Sherlock's eyes, smiling at the fact that he'd distracted him with something so simple and wondering what he was thinking 'But you were everything I needed when we met.'
'I didn't think I needed anyone,' Sherlock said, looking up and realising then that John had been watching him 'Until I met you. I hadn't known there was something missing until I met you.'
John smiled, glancing down at their hands, he looked back up as Sherlock moved in for a kiss, another kiss, after all of the morning kisses they had already had, but there wasn't much better than morning kisses. It was soft, gentle, still a little unsure on Sherlock's side. John put his right hand on Sherlock's shoulder and pushed him back down onto the mattress, pinning him there and deepening the kiss, making it last. He finally moved up, letting Sherlock have some air.
Sherlock's cheeks were flushed, his eyes bright, his lips pink from the friction, he pulled John back down, nipping at his lips, running his hands over his strong arms, his broad shoulders and down John's back. He was getting it, this relationship stuff, finally.
'I told you.' John smiled down at him 'Didn't I?'
'Yes.' Sherlock said softly 'You did.'
'And you'll get the rest,' John said, running a hand down Sherlock's chest, over his stomach, over his belly button, he heard Sherlock's breathing change, a small intake of breath that told him Sherlock was enjoying what he was doing 'We just need to practice.'
Sherlock pulled John back down and into what could only be their thirty sixth kiss this morning 'Practice makes perfect.'