Cute Johnlock fic. Again it started on Omegle but I finished it myself this time.

John I need your help. -SH

What is it? -JW

Problem. Are you home? -SH

Yes I am, what's the problem? -JW

Good. The bedroom floor is melting. -SH

What? -JW

John stormed out of the kitchen into the bedroom. " What the hell did you do Sherlock! "

" Experiment! " Sherlock called back. " Get the bleach! " John ran back to the kitchen to get the bleach and tossed it over to Sherlock. " I guessed that, but what sort of experiment! "

" Just wanted to see how it reacted with wood flooring. " Sherlock tipped the bleach across the floor. There was a low fizzing. " That should stop it. " " You could have tried it on a loose piece of wood, not on the bloody floor! " John screamed. " There wasn't one at hand. " Sherlock replied, with a quirk of his eyebrow. " It's not the end of the world John. "

John stared angry at the ruined floor. " No, but you just ruined Mrs Hudson's antique floor. She's going to murder you Sherlock, and so am I! " Sherlock frowned. " You're being awfully dramatic. It's early 70's, hardly antique. Why are you angry, most of all? "

" Because you ruined a floor with a bloody experiment, and that happens ALL THE TIME! The table is ruined, my teacups have mysteriously disappeared, and not to mention my jam! " John stood closer to Sherlock and looked up to him, very angry. Sherlock looked down at John, one eyebrow raised. " You're awfully upset John. " " YES, well… " John searched for words but couldn't find the right ones. " I, I have the right to be angry! "

" Perhaps, you should calm down. " Sherlock murmured, overly aware of John's proximity to him. " No! I'm not going to calm down! You calm down, with your experiments! "

John was now pointing his finger at him and was dangerously close to Sherlock's eyes.

" You're being ridiculous. " Sherlock said in a low voice, breathing hot on the other man's face. " No I'm not! Or maybe I am but I have anger problems and I can't really stop it now! " He yelled out of breath, now standing on his toes to try and reach the same eye level as Sherlock but failing. It was like an impulse. Sherlock couldn't stop himself. He seized hold of John by his shoulders, and kissed him, not letting him go, moaning softly. " Oh… " John said startled after pulling away. He lowered himself on his feet and looked up surprised. " That does the trick then- " Sherlock smothered John's mouth with his lips, stifling his words, and kissed him harder, unable to stop, now. The argument had fueled him unbelievably. John kissed him back like he had never kissed anyone before.

Suddenly he pushed Sherlock away. " I, er, sorry. ' He said shocked. Sherlock pulled back, breathless, suddenly realizing where he was and what he was doing. " I… Sorry. Not good? " " No, very good but, unexpected. John looked around as if he thought the whole world could se. When he had confirmed there was no one else he looked up to Sherlock and smiled. " You just kissed me … ". " I know. " Sherlock replied distractedly, looking sideways. " I don't know why, I couldn't help myself. " John laid his and on Sherlock's cheek so he faced him again. " It's fine Sherlock …" " Right. Then you understand how I feel … about you. " John nodded and smiled widely. " I feel the same " Sherlock nodded slowly. " I didn't anticipate this… "

" Neither did I … " John looked at the floor. " You made quite a mess…" " I know. Please get angry again? " John smiled and stood on his toes again, he kissed Sherlock passionately until they heard footsteps and the door opened. Mrs Hudson entered and looked angry at the floor " Ey! What have you done to my bloody floor! "