Johnlock Oneshots

December 20- What Noise?

A/N This is a little PG 13 because I get carried away.

(Alternate Scene from a scandal in Belgravia)

"Really though Sherlock... why does it make that noise?" Everyone was gone now, it was just the two of them sitting around basically waiting for something interesting to happen.

"What noise?" He repeated as if he hadn't said that earlier.

"Bloody hell! that sound coming from your phone every few hours."

"I don't know what you're talking about John."

"Sherlock!"

"Yes?"

"It's her, I know it's her."

"Are we feeling a bit jealous John?"

"Absolutely not."

"You can't have my attention all to yourself all the time now can you?"

"No and shut up. Why does it have to be THAT noise anyways?"

"What noise John? What does it sound like?" He began to tease.

John turned pink "You know perfectly well."

"Oh do I? No really John, I'm interested. What noise is it?" He moved and sat on the couch with the doctor. "Could you describe the noise John?" He was wearing a shit eating grin now.

"No."

"Why not John?" He was leaning into his personal space now. "Could you give me an example of the noise?"

"I'd rather not."

"Are you sure, maybe it would help me understand?" Sherlock practically crooned in the doctor's ear. "Can you help me understand John?"

Sherlock leaned slowly towards John and John leaned back away until he was laying on his back and had no where else to go. He managed to stutter out a quiet "N-no."

"No? Come on John, what does it sound like?"

"Ah~" The sound rang out.

"That was not me!" John startled. Sherlock snickered, amused by the fear in the doctor's eyes. "Are you sure?" He teased and reached back to grab the phone and glance at it then put it away.

"What does she want now?" Sherlock didn't answer right away but noted the inflection of jealousy in John's voice. Such a sweet sound really.

"I haven't the slightest-"

"If you say that you don't know what I'm talking about I'm going to cause you bodily harm."

"Oh you are? That's funny because last time I checked I held the advantage in the situation." John made a move to get out from under his detective friend but Sherlock trapped his arms with his own effectively pinning John to the couch.

"Let me go..." John had meant to sound more demanding but it came out more like a sigh than an order.

"Oh you don't really want that though do you." He said gently.

"Yes I do..." John didn't even really believe the words he was saying. He was distracted staring into Sherlock's eyes. Beautiful eyes full of wonder and curiosity. They were getting closer and their noses were brushing.

John swallowed hard and opened his mouth to say something but before he could Sherlock's mouth was over his, taking advantage and deepening the kiss immediately.

John's brain was frozen for too long before he realized he should probably kiss back. Sherlock let go of John's wrists and as soon as his hands were free, he was burying them in Sherlock's hair, holding on for dear life.

Sherlock pulled away almost as soon as it started, trying to catch his breath. He looked over his blogger who was staring at him with his eyes half lidded. John wanted to be surprised or shocked but his mind was too cloudy for such an emotion. He found himself staring at his friend's lips not having the power to do much else. Finally he realized Sherlock was talking to him.

"John, what was the noise? What did it sound like?" Sherlock prompted looking charmingly disheveled, which made it harder for the doctor to focus. His already perfect lips were a bit swollen and his perfect hair was ruffled out of place. He had a glint in his eye that John had never seen before, was that lust?"

All the doctor could do was shake his head no. Sherlock smirked and dipped his head, starting to kiss along the side of his neck. John tipped his head back giving his friend more access but bit his tongue refusing to give him the sounds he wanted. Sherlock scowled and added his teeth into the mix, gently biting and sucking at his skin, leaving subtle marks on the doctor's neck.

John gasped and held onto his shoulders. "No that's not it," Sherlock taunted "keep trying."

"Piss off." John tried to sound intimidating but this was hard to do since his friend was disheveling him with his mouth.

Sherlock retorted by biting as his neck a little harder than necessary, causing his flat mate to squeak and recoil. "Hm that's not it either John. Try again?"

"Your an arse."

"Hm indeed-" John pushed himself up on his elbows and began kissing his friend again, a lot more skillfully now that he wasn't so caught off guard.

The detective moaned into the kiss and closed his eyes reveling in the feeling. John pushed his hands back through his friend's hair, pulling not-so-gently making him whine softly.

The kissing went on for sometime before the pair ran out of breath and pulled back, their chests heaving.

Sherlock suddenly stood up from the couch and grabbed John's hand pulling him up and started dragging him towards his bedroom.

"Where are we going?"

"To make some more offensive noises."