Not Bored Anymore

Tonight We Dine

Welcome, welcome, welcome!! Third chapter, and I think its been going pretty well. I wanted to update rather quickly, seeing as how I have a three day weekend (bless you Labor Day!). Anyway, I hope I did well with Sherlock deducing Aaron. I have no clue how Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat write all of that stuff! It's actually really difficult, and I hope I'm doing a good job. Don't worry, there's more Johnlock on the way!! ENJOY!!!

-Wholigan13

Sherlock

"How is the Sisterhood involved with this?" I said, rubbing my temples. John and I had just walked into the flat. John hung his jacket up and sighed. He tugged at my coat, and I let him slip it off my arms. I walked over to my chair and sat down, thinking for a moment.

John found a hair clip at the crime scene, but this isn't part of the Sisterhood's pattern. They have never killed before, or even harmed anyone. This can't be the Sisterhood. Someone must've placed the hair clip on the table after they killed Veronica. But who did kill Veronica? It couldn't have been her boss, but it was possible that Cindy sent someone to kill her. But why would her boss want to kill her in the first place? I need more information.

"Sherlock," John said, sitting on the opposite chair, "I want to ask you something..." he looked down at his hands, clenching them into fists. I sat, watching his every move. He seemed nervous, but at ease at the same time. That was something I'd never be able to figure out about John. How did he do that? He took a deep breath, and looked up at me.

"Would you like to eat dinner with me?" he asked.

"John, I always eat dinner with you," I said. He shook his head, chuckling.

"You're so thick sometimes," he said, standing up.

"Sherlock Holmes, will you go out on a date with me?" 

I froze. I blinked a few times, but didn't move. I was in shock. This had never happened before. I just stared at him, until he cleared his throat, blushing.

"Ummm..." was all I managed to say. John nodded, sulking slightly and turning around.

"Wait, where are you going?" I asked, standing up.

"To my room," John said, continuing to walk away. My mind spun with things to say or do to stop him, but I could only think of one. I walked to him, and wrapped my arms around his waist. He stopped, momentarily stunned. I squeezed him tighter, wrapping him in a backwards hug. His hands found mine, and he pried them away from his torso. He turned around, his blue eyes wide.

"I..." I stumbled for the right words to say. "Don't go," I said. His pupils dilated, and his breathing quickened. Then, he smirked.

He put his hands on my waist, and pulled me closer. I couldn't comprehend what was happening. He backed me up against the wall, pressing his chest against mine. 

"John..." I gasped as his mouth pressed against mine. His nose squashed against my face as he kissed me. I placed one hand in his hair, the other on his cheek. We pulled away for air, but immediately went back in. I felt a flicker of his tongue, and I opened my mouth. His tongue gently wrapped around mine, and my knees gave out. John pulled away, grinning.

"Did I just make you weak in the knees?" he asked.

"Shut up," I said, pulling him back in. He pushed me farther up the wall, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He smiled into a kiss, placing a hand on my thigh. He leaned into me, and kissed my neck. I let out a small moan as John nibbled on my earlobe, earning a smirk from him. My cheeks were bright red, and I smiled, pulling away from him. Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from the hallway.