Johnlock Oneshots

December 1- Kissing

A/N- Um so hey I'm back... enjoy?

Sherlock didn't pick up after himself. That was a known fact, especially by John. The detective had a habit of leaving out the most vile things in the strangest of places, so if the pair were to have people over for Christmas dinner on the 24th,  John was going to need SOMETHING to motivate his careless friend to keep the flat clean for the next day. But what?

When Sherlock emerged from his room early in the morning on Christmas Eve, his eyes widened. Their flat was spotless. "John." He summoned the attention of the blogger sitting on the couch at his computer.

"Yes?"

"Where's my stuff."

"Put away. We have company coming." Sherlock just flung himself onto the couch in a pout. John sighed.

"Don't mess up the pillows." Sherlock responded with a death glare and messed them up even more.

John sighed. He'd been expecting something like this to happen. He put his computer to the side and got up, walking over to the pouting detective.

Before Sherlock could even deduce what John would do, he leaned down and kissed him. Sherlock's expression went from shocked, to confused, to relaxed in a few seconds and he closed his eyes right as John pulled away.

"For every hour you leave the flat clean, I'll do that again." And he left the flat before Sherlock could say or do anything.

-

Sherlock spent the next hour pacing the flat trying to get a hold on his emotions. He wasn't supposed to get those feeling damnit!

John came back to the flat with milk and a another bag of stuff for Christmas Eve dinner. Acting completely natural. Sherlock tried to deduce him but his mind was foggy with... with nonsense.

John walked into the seating room, inspected it, smiled, and walked back to the detective, placing his hands on both sides of his face, stood on his toes, and pecked his lips.

He then proceeded to put the groceries away while Sherlock stood there blushing.

-

10:00

Sherlock glared at the clock. Why was he so affected by this... this... cliché affection display from his flat mate.

He sat in his mind palace position and thought about possible experiments and studies he was doing to get his mind off the whole matter, when his mind came to a halt at the feeling of someone kissing his cheek.

He opened his eyes and glared.

-

The rest of the day continued like that. Every hour Sherlock would receive a kiss in one way or another until he got fed up with boredom.

At around 3:00 in the afternoon he drug out some chemicals and body parts and used the kitchen table as an experiment lap.

"Sherlooock." John complained when he came into the kitchen. "We have guests in just a few hours. Why are you doing this to me?!"
He said. "Clean. This. Up."

He walked away angrily and Sherlock smirked proud of himself, but there was an unwanted angsty feeling in his gut.

No kiss.

-

By four, Sherlock's mess was cleaned up. He claimed to himself it was only because he'd gotten bored with the whole thing.

An obvious lie.

When John came into the kitchen, he was actually surprised that it was clean once again. He smiled at Sherlock, who's heart (regrettably) stuttered in reply.

"You cleaned up!" He remarked.

"So I did... Don't get any ideas! It wasn't because- mpfh."

John captured his lips and weeded his hands through his hair in a far more passionate kiss than any before.

When he pulled away Sherlock's expression was spaced out.

"Thank you." John said simply and went to the kitchen to start preparing for dinner.

A/N

I haven't updated this for so long that I thought I never would! But I decided I'm going to do a December challenge and do one oneshot every day this month!