Authors Note: I'd like to thank my friend Toria for editing all of my fanfictions. I have written a ton of Sherlock Watson drafts because I am so in love with them, and she has put it up with it 3 thanks tor!
I just finished watching the BBC Sherlock and I am in full support of their cute romance that we hard core fans all know they are going to have. I feel like there aren't enough cute stories for them, so I tried my best to write some. Enjoy!
-Saby
Little Things
Watson reached out his hands to try and stop the papers as they were swept off Sherlock's desk. A sharp London breeze rolled through the window.
"Remind me again why you're leaving that open?" he said as he placed them all in a pile once again.
"It helps me think. If the smell of a nice cigarette can't fill the room, might as well be smelling the fresh air."
The word fresh was held almost a beat too long.
Watson sighed and stood up, picking a chair fluff off of his suit jacket.
Sherlock was fumbling with his tie. His eye brows burrowed inwards in frustration as he looped the piece of fabric around and around, only to pull it off in anger.
"Dammit John! Why do men wear these things? How in god's name is someone supposed to remember how to tie this?"
Watson rolled his eyes and picked another chair fluff off himself. He slowly made his way over to Sherlock.
"It's not that hard. You'll remember once you learn. Did no one ever teach you this?"
"Please. You know I have too many other things to worry myself about."
The pair were going to a black tie event that Watson had convinced Sherlock to go to. 'It helps public reputation,' John had said.
Watson grabbed Sherlock's tie and unwound the messy knot he had made. He was standing really close to him.
The room went silent as John slowly folded the tie into a square.
"Thank you." Sherlock muttered.
Neither of them moved. Both could hear the others light breaths as they eventually made eye contact.
They stared at each other; both refusing to look away.
"John?" Sherlock said.
"Yes?" Watson replied.
"You're still holding onto my tie."
Watson looked down and saw his hand still lightly grasping Sherlock's tie. He glanced back up and let go.
"Sorry." he murmured as he turned to walk away.
His heart was beating a little bit faster than usual.
"John?"
"What?" Watson said, stopping to look back a moment.
Sherlock reached forward and in one fell swoop grabbed a piece of chair fluff from Watson's jacket. He held it up to investigate and then dropped it.
"You look dashing." He said, and smiled.
It was a cute smile; one John rarely got to see.
The comment caught John completely off guard.
A moment's pause.
John tried to speak as though he wasn't affected by Sherlock's comment.
"We'd, uh, best be off," John said, his mind racing.
"Yes," Sherlock replied. He grabbed his coat and opened the door. He started down the stairs at his regular pace.
"Coming?" he said, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. Watson brushed off his jacket one more time and followed him out, trying to conceal a little smile he had tugging at the corner of his lips.