Sherlock took John's pulse, quickly wrote it down, and turned back to the blogger.
"Ready?"
John took a breath and licked his lips. "Yes."
Sherlock leaned forward and slowly closed his mouth over John's.
His lips were soft and warm. Sherlock pressed slightly harder against the comfort of his blogger.
Leaning up, his torso in between John's legs, he shifted a bit so that the doctor's legs weren't touching his hips and ribs.
Contact with... the lower half of their bodies could alter the results.
John's hands tangled into the detective's dark hair. Sherlock couldn't help but put his hands on John's waist.
That couldn't alter results. Could it?
Suddenly Sherlock broke off. John hadn't even heard the timer this time. Two minutes, he practically melted into Sherlock.
Part three, he didn't even want to think about, if just two minutes does that to him.
Sherlock pulled back slightly after he turned off the timer.
"You're a better test subject then usual, John. More... Willing." He smiled, stood, and rushed into his room, closing the door behind him.
John sat there, bright red, feeling, for the first time, angry at himself for being in love.
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Sorry for the short chapter! :(
Thank you for reading this fanfic! :D