John, What Does a Kiss Feel Like?

Dinner

Sherlocks foot tapped quickly and and mumbled some words with his eyes closed. John ate his pasta and watched Sherlock. He tried to figure out what Sherlock was mumbling. No luck... John looked at Sherlocks untouched plate. He sighed and gripped Sherlocks shoulder and shook it. "Hey you need to eat." John said with a tiny bit of puppy eyes. Sherlock groaned and grabbed the fork. He stabbed the pasta and put it in his mouth. He slowly chewed.

"So... I saw you with that girl today. Looked like she liked you. Did you two kiss..?" John asked paying close attention to every detail of Sherlock. Sherlock stopped eating and stared. "She did like me and we never kissed." He simply answered. "Ive never heard if you have been kissed... Sherlock have you never been kissed..?" John stood up and cleaned his plate. Sherlock stood up. "No. Never been kissed. I just want to know what it would feel like." Once he was done saying that he walked into his room.

John stood in the kitchen alone as he looked at Sherlocks door. Almost every woman would wish to be with Sherlock... But how has he never been kissed..? John shrugged it off and sat in his chair pulling out his laptop. The screen opened up to definitions and examples of lust. Sherlock had been using his laptop. Again. Why does Sherlock want to know how it feels to kiss?

John closed his laptop and walked over to Sherlocks door. He knocked 3 times. "Come in." Sherlock called out John opened the door. Sherlock was sitting on his bed with a gun in his hand aiming at a target on the wall with Andersons picture on it. "Sherlock what are you doing?"

"People say kissing is like firing a gun." Sherlock pulled the trigger and the bullet hit in between Andersons eyes. "Nope. Don't feel anything." Sherlock sighed. John groaned and walked to Sherlock taking the gun out o his hand.

"Not every kiss has the energy of firing a gun. For one you shoot guns all the bloody time. And if you want to feel the... Lust. Kiss someone you love. Um like Molly." John explained and Sherlock gave him a look of disgust. "No. I don't love Molly. She loves me but there's no way I'm going to kiss her." Sherlock folded his arms and laid back. "Well then I don't know what to tell you." John sat on the edge of the bed.

There was a long moment of awkward silence. John felt Sherlocks eyes staring at him. He slowly turned to Sherlock. "John... May I. Kiss you..?"