A/N : You know the drill, if you don't read with the song I'll disown you...

(the song is highlighted...) And as always enjoy! 

A few weeks later...

Sherlock and I had been released from the hospital, Sherlock was supposed to be taking it easy but... He's Sherlock so he went straight back to work.

I on the other hand had bundles of unexpected down time and that was something I was not used to.

So occasionally I would baby sit for John and I would cook and clean the house.

Sherlock and I were still not speaking to each other, he was so angry that I had challenged Moriarty without his support. I had tried to talk to him bu the ignored me every time. I couldn't begin to say how much that hurt.

I stood in the kitchen in 221b, the sun was setting behind the buildings in the yard behind the kitchen. The kitchen was painted in soft hues of pink and gold. It was achingly quiet in the house. John had gone out with Rosie to do some shopping, (We needed milk). And Sherlock hadn't come out of his room all day. I was supposed to have dinner with Andrea but something came up so here I stood in the kitchen doing dishes.

I tried to focus on the warm water and not the pain that my hands were in. It was too quiet in the kitchen, so i dried my hands and turned on the radio.

"Bringing you the greatest pop hits of the 90's here is Sixpence None the Richer's Kiss me." The radio announced.

The opening strains of the guitar were accompanied by a creaking floorboard behind me. I spun round as Sherlock entered the room his shirt unbuttoned all the way and his chest exposed.

"John could you-" He looked up at me his eyes widening. "Uh hey Keyland I thought you were John..."

"I'm-not." I stated too quickly.

"I see that."

"He went to the store."

"Oh."

"Kiss me, out of the bearded barley,

Nightly, beside the green green grass

He stood awkwardly in the doorway.

Swing swing, swing the spinning step

You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight

lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance silver moon sparklin'

So kiss me.

"Do you need help?" I asked turning red at seeing his scarred skin with the accompaniment of the song.

Sherlock blinks at me before replying.

"Actually yeah, I need to re-bandage my wounds but I can't reach them all...I can just wait for john.

"I'll do it."

Kiss me down by the tree house

Swing me, upon its tire

Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat

We'll take the marked on your father's map

"I mean why not right?!"

Sherlock awkwardly shuffles over to the counter and sits on it as I open the first aid box. I notice he is red too and I blush as the singer continues singing.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand,

Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance Silver moon sparklin'

So kiss me

I wrap the bandage around Sherlock blushing as my face comes closer to his chest. "I'm sorry." he says. "for what?""For letting him kiss you.""Well, It's not how a girl imagines her first kiss-""That wasn't your first kiss!""Yeah it was...""No we've kissed before.""...Oh at the airport? That was a half kiss." I blush, looking up at him.He has an intense look on his face."You're right, I can do better."As the music swells he stands up and takes me in his arms, his lips seeking mine.I gasp lightly as he scoops me up and takes me to the couch in the living room.The kiss was gentle and sweet, and... lovely.I didn't want to stop so i didn't My hands finding their way up into his hair. Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand,

Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance

Silver moon sparklin'

So kiss me

...

Kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand,

Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance

Silver moon sparkling... So kiss me

So kiss me,

So kiss me,

So kiss me."

We were both so... engrossed that we didn't notice john standing in the doorway until he dropped the glass milk jug, and it landed with a crash on the floor.

Sherlock and I both turned to the doorway.

"Uhhhhh I ermmmmmmmm... I got milk..." John stuttered. It looked like his brain was melting.

"Hello John." Sherlock said his voice raspy.

I started giggling at the look on John's face.

Sherlock joined in with a chuckle, and soon the whole of 221b was filled with awkward, forced laughter.

I put my hand on Sherlock's chest and pushed him off of me as I sat up.

"Er... Congratulations." John smiled awkwardly. 

Sherlock busied himself with buttoning his shirt, as Mrs. Hudson came hurrying up the stairs.

"What is all the ruckus?!" She exclaimed.

"Nothing." Sherlock and I chorus.

"They finally got together." John smirked.

"Oh?! You did?!!!" She smiles.

I nod.

She rushes over and hugs the two of us.

"I knew it from the very start!!" She beams.

"You- You did?" Sherlock asks.

"Why do you think I offered you two an apartment together?!" She smiles, hugging us again. 

I smile at her, as John sets Rosie down on Sherlock's lap.

"So when's the wedding?" John asks as he swept up the broken glass.

I looked at Sherlock. His eyes were a mischievous green.