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3rd persons POV:
It was a normal day in 221 baker street or that's what john thought, he was sitting on his chair sipping tea and reading the hobbit it was quite quiet john thought and just as he was thinking that sherlock barged in and yelled "john have you seen my coat" "no i haven't did you checked the last place you had it" john said a bit annoyed that sherlock interrupted him when he was reading "if i knew the last place i had it, it wouldn't be missing now, would it john" sherlock said sarcastically,
john got a bit annoyed after sherlock said that "if you want i'll help you look" john said already wanting to punch sherlock right in the face "you better help I need to find it I have a case and it's cold outside" sherlock muttered "you could always use my coat if you need to hurry, I don't mind lending it to you just as long as you don't ruin it" john said not really wanting to help him look for his coat
"no I'm going to wear my own coat, besides your coat won't fit me it would be to small" sherlock said sounding childish at the start and a bit smug at the end either way sherlock said it john was still annoyed that sherlock interrupted him when he was reading "okay fine how about we look behind the couch, maybe it's behind there" john said trying to help, and started moving the couch "AAAHHH" john yelled falling in-between the wall and the couch "god you idiot how did you mana-AAHH" sherlock also managing to fall in-between the wall and couch and on top of john "oh-um sorry john" sherlock said a bit embarrassed "it's um it's fine" john said blush creeping on his face a couple minutes passed and sherlock was still on top of john.
Sherlock POV:
I kept on staring at John's eyes and his lips it was mesmerizing his lips looked so soft and kissable
I didn't realize, but I was leaning in my face was inches away from his. I could feel his breath on my skin.
John's POV:
Sherlock was coming closer and closer to my face I saw he was staring at my lips, so I started staring at his the look soft I slightly turned my head and I inch closer to him until the gap between us is closed and after what feels like a minute but was actually way longer we separated
Sherlock POV:
me and john separated before the kiss got to heated. I'm not going to lie. I miss the warmth his lips gave mine "i'm, i'm sorry." i stammered an apology