After a particularly fulfilling case followed by a rather long dry spell, Sherlock was hard pressed to have a smoke. He knew, however John would yell at him, telling Sherlock that he "was doing so well!" and "what happened to the nicotine patches? I thought those were working for you!" Ever since they had confessed their feelings to each other 5 months prior and started dating, John had been more stern with Sherlock and his poor habits.
Sherlock was just wondering when his boyfriend would be home when he heard his phone ding, notifying Sherlock that he had one next text. Sherlock clicked on the message with a slight smile when he saw who it was.
John: Got held up at the hospital today, some dull paperwork needed to be filed. I'll be home in about 30mins, want me to get takeaway?
Sherlock quickly tapped back a message to his blogger.
Sherlock: That would be lovely, see you soon.
'That will be sufficient time to have a smoke,' Sherlock thought to himself. He quickly lit a cigarette and sighed as he inhaled for the first time; it had been far too long since he had a cigarette. As he sat in his favorite armchair, puffing quietly, he began to think back to 5 months ago...
--FLASHBACK--
"Well all I'm asking is that you please keep your experiments away from my possessions!" John shouted at Sherlock. "Harry got me that teapot for Christmas and I don't want to look inside it and see HUMAN THUMBS floating in it!"
"John, you don't get along with your sister, I don't see why you would want to keep some five dollars teapot she probably got from some run down consignment store," Sherlock said cooly, his gaze never parting from his microscope.
"Because it's sentimental!" John spat.
Sherlock scoffed, continuing with his examination of some sort of fiber.
John sighed, exasperated. Sherlock glanced up at his face and groaned, "Fine, I suppose I could move the thumbs to a different area. Are you satisfied now, John?"
John smiled and tried to hide the blush that crept up his neck as Sherlock held eye contact for longer time than would be appropriate. John was baffled. He had felt his blushing cheeks betray him before when Sherlock would praise him or touch his shoulder. He had just chalked it up to being pleased with the praise, but now he felt a sort of longing accompany the blush. Did he...like Sherlock? He had felt like this when they first met, but never this intense. He tried to turn before Sherlock noticed, but of course he saw.
"John, why are you blushing?"
"I.. erm..it's just hot in here, that's all," John stammered, turning to exit the room."
"Oh John, you can't think that I haven't deduced why your words become short and your cheeks become red around me. I am, after all, the smartest one in the flat. I've been observing you for the past month or so; call it an experiment. I have reached a conclusion: you have feelings for me, John." Sherlock finished with a smug grin.
Once the words had left Sherlock's lips, John knew they were true. He was falling hopelessly for his flatmate. John flushed harder than he ever had and struggled to find the words to say. He wasn't prepared for Sherlock to make those accusations. "I'm sorry," was the only thing John could stammer out. He turned, humiliated, to walk to his room when he felt two warm hands on his hips. Sherlock spun John around and before he could protest, pressed his lips upon the doctor. John was shocked at Sherlock's reaction, but soon returned the kiss with much enthusiasm. Sherlock pulled away and smiled at John, "You have no reason to be sorry. It's obvious I feel the same way. John, I can't see my life without you. I normally steer clear of any kind of sentiment, but I feel different with you. It's strange to me, but I'm willing to give it a go if you are."
Sherlock sounded, for the first time in his life, unsure and afraid. John was quick to put his fears to rest by capturing Sherlock's lips in his own. The kiss was short and sweet,but lingering.
"So, does this mean yes?" Sherlock quizzed, looking hopeful.
"I'm all yours." John replied, leaning in for another kiss
--FLASHBACK OVER--
Sherlock's reminiscing was interrupted by the noise of the door downstairs opening and closing. "Sherlock, I'm home!" John's voice rang through the flat. Sherlock quickly stubbed out his cigarette, flicked the butt out the nearest window, and tried to look as busy as possible when his boyfriend walked through the flat.
"20 incident reports, 27 code forums, and we went through 4 different filing cabinets," John exclaimed. "I swear Sherlock, between the hospital and your cases, my hair is going to start falling out one of these days. Ugh, well enough about me, love, let's hear about you. How was your- hey, do I smell..smoke? Sherlock, were you smoking again?"
Sherlock just smiled innocently and said, "No, you must be smelling the smoke from down on the street; I have the windows open. Now, I believe you have takeaway from the Chinese restaurant down the street. From the way you're shifting from foot to foot and the obvious fact that your stomach just growled, you're quite hungry. Sit, John, please eat."
"Oh you're so cute when you deduce things."
"I'm not cute. I'm a high-functioning sociopath. I'm. Not. Cute. Now come here and give me a kiss, I've been missing you all day."
John smiled and happily made his way across the room to his lover and was stretching up to give him a hello peck when he stopped and frowned.
"Sherlock, I smell the smoke on your breath! You HAVE had a smoke today, haven't you? Don't lie to me," John fumed.
Sherlock huffed, "I'm a grown man John, I can decide what I want and want not do."
John mumbled something unintelligible and went to go unpack the food, dropping the matter.
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After eating dinner, John and Sherlock relaxed together on the couch, watching some crap telly show. Sherlock, with his head in John's lap, was almost dozing off with John's hands gently tugging at his hair, when John broke the peaceful silence.
"Sherlock?"
"Mmm?"
"What's so appealing about smoking anyways? I mean, I get that the nicotine and tobacco ingredients are addictive, but I still don't get the craze."
Sherlock stood up with and idea in mind and went to get his lighter and cigarettes. He lit one and, without explaining his motives to John, took a couple of drags and blew a ring of smoke in the air. John couldn't help but gulp since he noticed how sexy Sherlock looked while smoking, his neck muscles straining, his eyes closing with each inhale, the way his delicate lips formed around the slender cigarette. John certainly understood the visual aspect of smoking. Then, Sherlock turned to John and smirked. He moved to John and swiftly straddled him, putting his arms round John's neck.
"Sherlock, I, uh," John sputtered, trying to form a coherent thought while this glorious man was smiling down at him. Sherlock captured John's lips with his own and they began a passionate dance. John opened his mouth slightly and Sherlock took the chance to slip his tongue in. John let out a moan as their tongues battled for dominence inside each others mouths. Sherlock pulled back and smirked, "What do you think of the smoke taste so far?" taking another drag of his still burning cigarette.
"Well, Sherlock, I can certainly understand the attraction, but I don't really think I'm an any danger of getting hooked on smoking."
"And why is that, John?"
"Because, dear, I'm already so addicted to you."
Sherlock smiled and moved in for another kiss, the start of a very interesting night.
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A/N: Hullo everyone!!! Well, this is my first oneshot of many! I would love if all of you lovelies commented your thoughts as well as any requests for the next story! Thank you for reading, loves!! xx
-Jordan <3
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