xX Johnlock - Toothpaste Kisses Xx

A/N: Heavily inspired by the song - yes, you guessed it - 'Toothpaste Kisses'. If you haven't heard it then go check it out. In all honesty, I prefer the cover by Dodie Clark ^^ This is just quick fanfic but enjoy

John lay down in bed under his covers about to drift off to sleep when he heard his door creak open. He turned over to see Sherlock’s silhouette in the door frame. “Sherlock, what are you-“
“I couldn’t sleep John” said Sherlock, “My mind has been racing for hours on end and refuses to sleep. Even though I really want to.”
“Oh” said John, “Well what can I do to help?”
Sherlock silently made his way over to John’s bed and crawled under the covers. John furrowed his eyebrows. “Uh...”
“Just...Distract me John” said Sherlock restlessly, “Or soothe me. Whatever can stop the bombs exploding in my mind.”
John raised an eyebrow and hesitantly reached an arm forward. He stroked Sherlock’s shoulder and he felt him sigh at his touch.

Sherlock’s eyes shone like two beacons in the dark, his pupils dilating massively and alarmingly. John could see traces of sleep in the corners of his eyes. Apparently the sand man decided to pay him a visit.  John smiled slightly at the thought. “What’s so funny, John?” asked Sherlock.
“Nothing” smiled John. Sherlock pouted and shuffled slightly closer to John.
“My mind is still racing to fast for my liking John” said Sherlock. John couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Please, just for once” whispered Sherlock, “Make it stop for a little while.”
John was practically cradling Sherlock by now like a child. Unsure what to do and with unease John leaned close and felt Sherlock’s breathe hitch. John’s eyes lit up ever so slightly and he pecked Sherlock gently on the lips. A look of deep concentration passed over Sherlock’s eyes. “That didn’t help at all” complained Sherlock, “In fact my head is whirring faster!”
John shook his head with a faint smile playing on his lips. “Don’t think” insisted John, “Just endure it.”
He kissed Sherlock once more on the lips. Sherlock could taste toothpaste on John’s lips. John pulled away in satisfaction as Sherlock led there is silence and completely still.

“Can you do that one more time..?” whispered Sherlock, “I think it’s working now.”
John’s eyes shone as he leaned in and kissed Sherlock again but more intimately. He stroked Sherlock’s wrist fondly. Eventually they broke apart. Sherlock’s eyes slipped closed as John left a trail of butterfly kisses along his shoulder and neck. At this moment in time everything felt divine. When John finally stopped giving Sherlock feather kisses he glanced at Sherlock’s face which was snoozing against a pillow. John felt a small smile break loose. “Good night, sleepy head” whispered John, giving Sherlock a final peck on the nose.