Hey ya'll!

So as you might have noticed, my past one-shots in this series have kind of been in some sort of chronological order-things happen later(the next one-shot takes place some time after the last) This one isn't like that. It's another scenario of first Johnlock interaction(furthering their relationship) An AU in an AU!

I wrote it with my friend Sheep over text and modified it just a little bit(barely anything at all) to be more "official" fanfic like.

After this I'll go back to the ongoing loose storyline of my other one-shots (look forward to sic-fics and nightmares!-great opportunities for fluff. And I may sometime in the future I might give you guys some more attempted lemon)

so that's it for notes. Pocket Martin says ENJOY

John was fast asleep, having a pleasant dream-Sherlock actually went out to buy milk and jam-when he was woken up by the sound of a violin. Sleepily, he made his way to the living room.

"Sherlock, it's two in the morning you do realize. Now is not the time to be playing the violin." Sherlock stopped abruptly and turned to him.

"I couldn't sleep. I thought going to the store would tire me but it didn't, so I made tea. But I still couldn't sleep, so now I'm playing my violin. Tea?"

"Sher-" John stopped; knowing saying anything further was pointless. "Sure, I'll have some tea." Sherlock walked over with a cup. "What you were playing-did you write that?"

"Yes, I got bored with other composers. They were too ordinary." John sat down on the couch with the cup of tea. As soon as he did, Sherlock plopped down with his head in his friend's lap. John looked down at his flat mate and blushed.

"W-what are you doing?" he stammered. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"I'm trying to get comfortable, obviously."

"By laying your head in my lap?"

"Precisely." John's hands started shaking. He wasn't the best at hiding this sort of thing. Then again, what could be hidden from Sherlock? The tea in his hands tipped, spilling some of its contents onto the carpet. Sherlock, thankfully, chose to ignore it. "You're nervous John."

"What? No I'm not."

"Don't try to hide it John. You know you can't keep anything from me." John gulped.

"Then do you know why I feel nervous?" John was beyond nervous-he was terrified. He had never meant for his feelings to be known. Sherlock was only ever interested in his cases. If John were to confess he would be rejected in a heartbeat. Sherlock looked at John with slight annoyance. Of course he knew why, thought John. He's always known. Sherlock took John's hand in his and held it tightly to stop it from shaking. His face softened.

"Don't be scared." He whispered. John looked down into his crushes eyes; eyes that, at the moment, looked soft and warm, and inviting. (Compelling even)

"Sherlock I-" Sherlock shook his head.

"You don't need to say anything John."

"But-" Sherlock put his hand on his cheek, silencing John again. He slid it to the back of John's neck as he pulled his head up to his. John gasped as Sherlock's face got closer. He was even more terrified now. The doctor didn't know what to do. He'd never had the biggest sex life; let alone anything besides what had to do with friendship with another man. He kept watching Sherlock's face get closer and closer until he could feel Sherlock's breath on his own. John knew his heart was in his throat, and he was positive Sherlock could hear it. Smirking, Sherlock turned his face and kissed John's cheek. He knew that John was scared of what he was feeling, so Sherlock didn't want to push him.

John just sat there in shocked silence, his face scarlet. Sherlock got off the couch, and John watched him walk out of the living room. Sherlock stopped in the door frame and gave John a small smile.

"Good night John." He turned and went to his room, leaving John sitting frozen on the couch. All John could do was sit there with his mouth hanging open. He was still shocked. He'd always be shocked. Sherlock just kissed him. Sherlock did, of his own accord-no experiment. It was simply him reacting to the heat of the moment, responding to John's more than nervousness. "And close your mouth, you'll catch flies." Sherlock shouted from his room. John immediately snapped his mouth shut. After finally collecting himself, he returned to his room as well. They were both still-lying on their respective beds, wondering what the future held. John and Sherlock smiled to themselves and rolled over, closing their eyes. Sleep took them instantly.