Everyone knows Sherlock is lacking of common senses. Simple, as Doctor Watson wrote in his blog, he doesn't know the earth goes around the sun. He knows nothing about people's feeling, impossible for him to choose a more polite and gentle way to say those miserable truth. Not caring, no understanding, play with criminal, and even the police. Sherlock is completely blind with human senses.
So when Doctor Watson said "Kiss me", he did exactly, perfect angle, avoid of bumping into each other's nose, benefit for the tongue to get in, just right for the twilight sprinkling in his forest-like eye lashes.
That was a long, long time. The Doctor standed steady - a bit shaking than the beginning - waiting for his cat, his roommate, his lover to finish this showing off of skills, and quickly skipped to the next step. God damn it, he had been indicating him for the whole day, ever since the morning beam kissingly drew the slim lines of his body and the tough shape of his own. He usually gets up early in the morning, preparing the breakfast and clean up the eating table. But this time he didn't, instead he tried to graph the outline alone the thick quilt, to feel the only sign - even it's slighter than usual - of human beings: the temperature. He found himself quite burning.
The fight continued. The detective put up the face when he facing his enemies - cold, cruel, with overpowing pressure in the eyes and the raising head. To follow him the doctor had to tiptoed. His eyes, the shining light in them showed that he's in the mood, he's seeking for something, something will satisfied...
The action was interrupted. The two split - actually, is Sherlock pushed the doctor away from him. The doctor was hurriedly catching his breath, and, pleasantly noticed of the blush on the detective's face. That was a fleeting silence, and the doctor coughed with embarrassment.
"John? Did you catch a cold?"
John didn't answer, the way his lover wiped away the drooling around the side of his mouth was ADORABLE. After two and three times of another burst of coughing, he answered in a low but quick voice.
"No - no, I didn't." Sherlock frowned his eyebrows again. "I was just...just, catching my breath."
"Oh, than's fine then. That's fine." The decetive seemed relieved, then he turned his way back...head to the kitchen. "So, if you don't have any other stuff to bother , then please excues me, for I got experiments for... "
The doctor stared at him incredbily, his mouth was even a bit open. The pale red mark over his lips was still clear. He couldn't believe Sherlock just left him like that, he can't be such inconsiderate, though it's him...
"Or, " didn't get the expected answer, the decetive turned his head back. "you got something to say?"
John really opened his mouth, then closed it tightly, with one finger raising, hesitating for a moment, then made a certainly gesture of refuse. His head stood down as the three deep wrinkles on his forehead was clearly as the Great Rift.
"I will say nothing. Nothing!"
His lover arched one side of his eyebrow doubtfully and deliberately.
"Let's see, John. You know, people who lied shall swallow..."
End.
After the dream I've been dreaming them kissing in the living room, must be violence and sweet___(;3 so CUTE
Prob write the translation later??