Sherlock stared at John for a few seconds before glancing out the window. "I don't like to play games, John."

John sighed and leaned forward to invade Sherlock's personal space, "then how about I tell you what I've been thinking and you wait before you start talking?"

Sherlock glared slightly through his eyelashes before nodding slowly.

"First off, you didn't go to Molly's house and she is upset." Sherlock opened his mouth to protest, but was silenced when he saw John's face. "And another thing, why is the apartment in a horrible state? I didn't leave it like that!" he seemed exasperated.

Sherlock licked his lips nervously, and glanced at his coffee. "Sherlock," John whispered softly. "It wasn't your fault."

He looked up at John's face quickly and saw concern. "I just needed some time to figure a few things out. I didn't mean to upset you this bad but I couldn't see you until I knew." He stopped himself and glanced around nervously.

When Sherlock realized that John wasn't going to finish his thoughts, he piped in. "Know what? What could have been so important that you didn't need my help deducing? I know many things and this could have been solved in a fast manner."

John's face twisted into a smile and he leaned forward brushing his lips against Sherlock's. Sherlock's brain froze in its thinking process and he sputtered, confused. "See?" John teased while smiling warmly. "You wouldn't have been a good person to ask. You can't handle emotions."

Sherlock snapped back to reality and stared into John's eyes for a moment before responding, "but I can handle you, John."

And John kissed him a little harder before he disappeared from the booth. Sherlock stood up spilling the coffee all over the table and he nearly growled when John exited the coffee shop heading away from their apartment. Paying for the coffee and giving an extra tip for the mess he made, he stumbled out of the coffee shop and searched for a route that John would have taken.

He figured it was the dark alley on the left side. He would enjoy an adrenaline rush before he went to sleep. Jogging to the alley, he could see a silhouette disappearing around the corner and he nearly cried out. Walking quickly down the alley, he was about to exit when a hand grasped him from behind the dumpster.

He went to swipe the hand away but paused when he saw the face connected. Smiling widely and biting his lip he pressed John into the wall. "I guess you are great at deducing other things," John murmured before pressing his lips to Sherlock's.

And as Sherlock pulled away, he laughed.

Sorry about the wait.. I have no excuses except Tumblr has become an obsession... And I did finally finish LOTR! :D
And I wanted to write more on this but somehow to me this is how I should end it... If anyone wants they can take it from there but... I like it ending here :)