Sherlock
He just had gotten a call from Scotland Yard which he answered at the moment. You sat in John's armchair reading the newest newspapers not paying attention to Sherlock. You just had finished your article so you got up and went downstairs to check on Mrs Hudson. When you got down you heard Sherlock calling your name.
'Down here.' you shouted back. Right after you heard him jumping down the stairs.
'Something interesting happen?' you asked him as you saw his exited expression. He turned two times holding his arms high up in the air.
'Ah. Two murders. Now a third one and something is different. The game is on!' with that he took your head between
his hands and kissed you right on your lips like he did with Mrs Hudson when he was exited about a new case. You were left in confusion. This had been the first time he had ever kissed you.
He was about to leave when he suddenly stopped. He turned around very slowly and stared in your slightly widened eyes when he realised what he just did. He hadn't noticed. He had acted on impulse like always. He turned around fully and stepped closer.
'I am sorry. I wanted our first kiss to be special but now I ruined it.' he admitted depressed. You couldn't help but giggle. That was all it took for Sherlock to take your face in his hands once more. The both of you closed your eyes as you closed the gap between you kissing properly this time. It was like fireworks when his soft lips touched yours and it felt the same for him.
John
[ read in how he asked you out]
Greg
Greg was visiting you in the pathology of St Barts hospital in which you worked. You didn't ask him to come but you were happy that he was by your side.
Today started like every other. In the morning new corpses came in from the last night. You stared to inspect them. When it was around noon you made a horrible development. In the description stood it was a woman killed in a car accident last night. 27 years old, (Y/F/N). You shivered when you read the name. It couldn't be. It may be a coincidence since (Y/F/N) is a common name. You lifted the blanket and immediately started sobbing and fell to the ground leaning against the wall behind you ultimately starting to cry. You were a mess.
This was the moment Greg entered the pathology.
'(Y/N) you forgot your keys in my car when I dropped you off earlier.' he said not knowing in what condition you were in. (Y/F/N) and you were inseparable since early childhood and now she was laying dead infront of you on this cold table. It was like she never lived at all.
Finally, Greg spotted you on the ground. His expression fell at the spot as he sprinted towards you. He didn't know what had happened but he would beat the crap out of anybody who had the audacity to make you cry.
'(Y/N). Hey I'm here. What happened.' he asked laying an arm around your shoulders trying to comport you. You weren't able to form proper words so you just pointed your finger at the autopsy table. Greg got up to see your best friends face. He had met her before as you had introduced the both of them but he didn't know her enough as to shed tears. So he sat next to you embracing you. 'I am so so sorry.' he repeated a few times until you actually stopped crying.
'Thank you Greg for being here.' you stared genuinely grateful.
You locked eyes with him and he couldn't help it. He inspected your face. The teary eyes and the slight blush on your face which happened from crying. You were the most beautyful woman in his eyes and that from the day he met you. Suddenly he realised how close you were your face only a few inches apart. He went for it. He leaned closer to you making his intentions clear and giving you enough time to back off if you wanted to. But you didn't. When your lips touched all the emotions the two of you held set free into the kiss. All you sadness and love flooded into this one passionate kiss. Your lips moved in sync while his hands landed on your waist and yours on the back of his neck. After a few moments you had the separate for air resting your foreheads together. He reached around you embracing you in this position and even though you just lost your best friend you managed to smile because of Greg. You rested your face in the crook of his neck while his head was on yours. He had wanted to do this for so long and he had hoped the circumstances to be better but he wouldn't want to be anywhere else than here. He felt your face moving under his, looking down to you again. You smiled a sad smile which caused him to kiss you again. And again. You loved this man and he loved you. You knew now and he knew as well.
Mycroft
It had been a day like every other. You worked late at Mycroft's office and he did as well. You didn't see him but you could tell as much as that he didn't leave his office for the last hours, except there was a secret exit, which you highly doubted.
It was around 11:30pm when you finally finished up and got up to wish you boss [and main love interest :3 ] a good night. Maybe to scold him again for working that late.
You knocked on his door and waited. No answer. You did it again and a third and fourth time. Still no answer. You sighed. Maybe you were worrying for no reason at all, so you reached down to the door handle excepting the door to be locked. You were surprised when the door actually opened, reveling a perfectly cleaned and organised office. In the office chair sat a Mycroft you certainly didn't want to see. His head was sunken to his desk and his hands and arms were handing loosely to his sides. You were so shocked that you momentarily forgot to breathe. Your first thought was that he was dead or unconscious, so you rushed over to him.
'Mycroft.' you called him by his first name as you forgot all your formalities in that moment. You placed your hand on his shoulder and he moved under your touch. The feeling of relief formed all over your body as he straightened up and looked at you with a tired and confused expression.
'(Y/N)? What's wrong?' he asked groggy not being able to read the atmosphere. You placed your hand on your chest as you breathed in and out deeply and slowly, trying to calm down.
'Dear, what happened?' he now asked starting to get worried what was a rare state for him.
'I-I thought you were unconscious.. or...or worse.' you stuttered meeting his gaze.
'Oh. Yeah. I am sorry about that. I must have fallen asleep.' he stated to what you shook your head in amusement.
'Yeah, I noticed as much.' you giggled. Now a faint smile was forming on his lips as well. He scratched the back of his head as he sat on the corner of his desk and looked down at you, who was so worried for him. And all pieces clicked onto its right place.
'Are you alright?' you asked as you noticed that he had watched your facial expressions intensely.
'Why are you that worried about me?'
You stared in his eyes bluntly.
'What do you mean?'
'I mean: You thought I was hurt or anything, which made you nearly faint as well. I usually don't cause that kind of feelings in people.' You shook your head once again.
'You are way to insecure about yourself, Mycroft. There are nice people in this world. People who care about you. People like me.' you commented not noticing how free in your speech you were.
With that Mycroft got up from his desk, grabbed both of your upper arms in his hands and kissed you passionately. It was over before you could even comprehend what actually happened, but when you did you stepped closer to Mycroft and kissed him once again, to his surprise. Not that he minded though.
Moriarty
Jim and you had been dating for at least a month now. You had expected him to be comfortable with display of affection but he hadn't kissed you even once. He told you that you were his queen and gave you other sweet and loving nicknames, you have been holding hands and when he brought you home he had hugged you goodbye. Not that you minded. You planned to give him as much time as he needed.
One day you visited him at his 'office' you called it. A busy man as he was his secretary asked you to wait infront of it as he had a meeting right now. And you waited. 20 minutes. 40 minutes. One of his subordinates came around. Sebastian Moran was his name and as you talked to him you started to notice that nobody at this place knew who you were. Jim hadn't told anybody of you. You were not hurt. You understood instead. But Sebastian was slowly but steady getting on your nerves as he begun to aggressively hit on you. You told him that you were not interested but he didn't listen. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. The both of you leaned against the wall opposite to the door of Jim's office, which opened right in that moment. Reveling a angry looking Moriarty. Sebastian misread the situation.
'The meeting didn't went well, huh? Look boss, what a hot chic I just met.' he said gesturing towards your uncomfortable looking figure. 'I think she got lost or something.' he added leaning extremely close to your face, which you turned away trying to get out of his tight grip. That was all Jim could take. He took his gun and shot Sebastian in the foot, who jumped away from you in surprise and pain. You ran in Jim's arms which wrapped around you tightly. Sebastian finally got what was going on and excused himself, jumping out of view on one leg. Jim looked at you concerned.
'Are you alright, my queen? Did he do something weird? I will kill him!' he asked and stated at the same time.
'No everything is fine. You stopped him before he could really do anything.' you reassured him. 'I was waiting for you.' You now leaned into his hug. Now he smiled. Some of his hitmen crossed you as you stood in the middle of the hallway. All of them gave you questioned and interested looks, which seemed to piss off Jim even more. Without warning he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you aggressively but passionate at the same time, claiming you his. The hitmen walked away fast as the two of you had to pull away for air.
'That's not how I expected our first kiss to be.' you stated slightly amused as he looked at you apologetic, but grinned nevertheless. With that the two of you leaned in again for a more loving and sweet kiss. Both of you forgetting your surroundings as your lips moved together. His hands wandered to your waist and the back of your neck as yours rested on his chest, feeling his now fastened heartbeat. And you smiled proud that you could cause such a reaction from the consulting criminal.