What... - Sherlock, JohnNo one had any idea Sherlock and John were up in their shared flat, but then again, why would anyone care Mrs. Hudson was gone to visit a friend, Sherlock wasn't in a mad dash to investigate anything, and John, well John had played hooky from work. It was a Friday, and he'd just wanted a three day weekend for once. Maybe be able to relax, read a good book. He slept in late, got up, had all intentions of making tea, and then couldn't make up his mind on which tea he'd like. So, he gave up on the whole thing altogether, and sat on the couch. He was reading an article in a magazine he'd picked up at the market earlier in the week when Sherlock walked in.
John looked him over from the top of his magazine and then continued reading. Sherlock, wearing his light blue pajamas and robe looked at John, stretched, and walked into the kitchen. John heard the rattling of spoons and clinking of glasses. She
Comfort"John, it's okay, it's alright now."
"NOW IT'S NOT! It is not okay!"
I had never seen John so scared, so angry, so out of control. It frightened me. He was always calm, held himself back, always in control. But he wasn't as I watched him. He breathed rapidly and shallow, I could practically see his heart pounding away in his chest. He was scared stiff by what he had seen, even if it wasn't real.
"Okay John, you need to calm down," I soothed.
"NO! I just ARGH!" John yelled. He was falling apart right in front me. I needed to comfort him somehow, I just didn't know how. Feelings isn't something I know a great deal of, they'd become even more confusing since I had met John. My stomach doing strange things every time he looked into my eyes, the hate I felt for all of the women he went out with, the urge to hug him after he comes home from a long day at work burning in body, the need for him to be touching me, having his lips on mine, raging in every fibre in my body, the strange feeli
Hot Showers"Sherlock? I'm more than willing to play alongseriously, by all means, keep goingbut I have to ask"
Sherlock merely purred and John had to shake his head a little to clear his thoughts. Though he certainly wasn't arguing with his current positionpinned against a wall underneath Sherlockhe was understandably confused.
"Are you feeling alright? I mean, I've only just"
"Gotten out of a very hot shower. So hot in fact, that you didn't put on your robe, only a towel to cover your lower half."
"And so hot, that even a minute and 20 seconds later I can still see that your skin is red from where the water scalded youespecially here." Sherlock said, and he pressed his lips to the top of John's shoulder. He smiled when John hummed a mix between a moan and a chuckle. As quick to respond to flirtation as ever, John never had been the blushing, chaste type. Just another thing that Sherlock loved about him: he was quickto catch on an