Part II: Give me a kiss

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>>Shit!<< A hand behind me grabbed for the teacup that slipped out of my fingers. Too close! I was completely cramped. He put the cup on the sideboard and went a few steps back.


>>What's wrong, John? I checked your web-history, there were no equivocal blogs we are looking for, excepting your own.<<


>>WHAT? You … ah, forget it.<< I turned and looked into Sherlock's uncomprehending face.


>>A madman makes trouble in the Net for days and we have no idea where he strikes next. My eyes burn, my neck is stiff, I'm freezing and you ask me >What's wrong<.<<


>>Yes. Sooo?<< He emphasized the word especially.


I shrugged and finished our tea. What should I say? >You fascinate me.<, >I get nervous when you take a longer look at me.<, >I can hardly breathe when your are by my side.<. Never!


>>John, I can't work when you conceal something from me.<<


>>You constantly hide things from me.<<


>>So you admit it.<<


>>Pffff<<, I blew the air through my lips out loud. >>Sherlock what do you want to hear from me?<<


>>That, what's exactly now going on in your head. Give ...<<


>>... me time to rest.<<


He looked more than not amused. I didn't care.


>>Give me a blanket and let me sleep, ... <<


>>You are childish.<<


>>... give me a teddy bear too for a carefree sleep and ...<<


>>JOHN!<<


>>... GIVE ME A KISS!<<