Johnlock fluff *one shots*

Sherlock litteraly took the biscuit.

'Sherlock, love; Do you want a cup of tea?' John asked, raising his voice slightly so it carried over to the consulting detective who sat quietly in the living room.
'Hmm...please...' came his muffled replied. John smiled as he moved the boiling kettle over to the awaiting teacup, quickly getting a second cup out as he poured the first. Once the tea was made according to each mans preference; John made his way out the kitchen only to be stopped by his stomach beginning to growl.
Snack time.
John placed the tea cups down on the table before turning back to the kitchen cabinets; rummaging round for the last packet of rich tea fingers.
When searching came up with nothing John scratched his head, swearing to himself he'd seen them only yesterday. Giving up, John picked up the still hot teas and brought them into the living room where Sherlock sat with a blank look on his face.
John placed Sherlocks and his own tea on the side before sitting down with a sigh, looking around for any sign he may have already eaten the disappearing rich tea fingers.
'Lost something?' Sherlock asked, his face still holding that strange half conscience half  I'm-in-my-mind-palace look.
'I'm just a little peckish and I thought we had some rich tea fingers in the cabinet but they seemed to have-' John broke off as he pulled his gaze up and on to the now guilty looking detective.
'Oh' Sherlock mumbled through a mouthful of biscuit; his face becoming slightly pink.
'Well at least I know where they went' John laughed, trying to stop the guilty look on sherlocks face from spreading. The consulting detective began to relax again as he placed another biscuit half way into his mouth.
'Any left for me love?' John said, his stomach becoming louder and more demanding. Sherlock rummaged around in the packet that sat beside him for a moment before becoming very still. The only movement was the rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathed.
'This is the last one' Sherlock mumbled, pointing towards the biscuit that dangled from his mouth. John sighed, seeing the tension form in Sherlocks shoulders again. The two men had not long established their relationship and John didn't think the idea that he wasn't going to leave Sherlock had quite sunk in. Deciding to use this moment to his advantage, John stood from his seat and moved to stand directly in front of the guilt stricken detective. Leaning down so his light blue eyes were level with Sherlocks deep blue green ones. John smiled, studying how adorable Sherlock looked with the half biscuit in between his lips. 
'I guess we'll have to share.' John said, closing the distance between them and carefully biting the remainder of the biscuit that dangled from the now stunned detectives mouth. John made sure to only lightly brush Sherlocks lips with his own, still unsure of what the other man was comfortable with. The army doctor straightened, turning to sit back in his seat when a pair of strong arms span him around on the spot. Before John could understand what was happening the same pair of hands had clutched the front of his shirt and brought his lips crashing towards the taller mans. Although the kiss had started rather intense, it slowly mellowed into something long and tender; John reaching up on his tiptoes to hold the back of Sherlocks neck, messing lightly on his curls. Sherlock broke the kiss, his face flushed and smiling. The men stood there for a moment, nether one wanting to move as they stood close to each other; their foreheads touching and arms wrapped around each others waist in a loving embrace.
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John woke up the next morning to a face full of raven black curls at his chin and Sherlocks steady breathing against his chest. It took him a while to notice the packet of rich tea fingers that sat on the bedside table.