John's lips part, and Sherlock counts the teeth he can see. Ten.
The left side of John's mouth curves slowly upward.
Eleven.
Twelve.
Thirteen.
John laughs, and Sherlock realizes the doctor is smiling at him.
Sherlock stops counting:
Sometimes John is too lovely to quantify.
A/N: Written for a writing exercise with the prompt "smile." If you enjoyed it or particularly didn't, please drop me a quick thumbs-up or thumbs-down! Thanks for reading!
