It was a dull evening at the address 221 B Baker Street. The windows were shut, the flat was lit only by the fading rays of the sun and inside the two occupants were rather silent as opposed to their usual nature.

Usually they were either out, chatting or going head to head about one silly thing it another. But right now...all they were doing was staring at one another, chairs facing and eyes deadlocked...

"Do it." Sherlock says, breaking the silence.

John gives him a puzzled look and replies "Do what?"

Sherlock looks annoyed "You know what...you've been thinking about it since we sat down." he snaps as if the answer were written on a sheet of paper and dangled before his face.

"Do wha-...! No...noooo no no not that." John says, clapping his palms against his knees and leaning back in his chair. "You KNOW I wouldn't do that." he adds, reaching up and pressing a finger to his temple, staring out at the black-haired man.

"Oh please, I'm not that stupid..." Sherlock says, looking and sounding rather insulted.

"No...no you are that stupid sometimes." John fires right back.

There's a silence...Sherlocks eyes never leave him.

"Would you stop that?!" John says finally.

"Stop what...?"

"STARING! It's putting me off..." John says, looking away...

Sherlock seems to squint in frustration, a signature look that is neither a glare nor a pout. "You're starting to bore me...This games getting old, would you just do it and get it over with?!" he says, his voice bouncing off the walls as his volume rises.

There's another elongated silence between the two...before John stands up harshly.

"FINE...fine..." he says, giving in.

Sherlock stands as well, his hands in his pockets as he stands before John in wait.

John reaches up and takes a firm hold (albeit gentle) hold on Sherlocks chin and leans him down a little.

He rests his forehead on Sherlocks, their eyes meeting for a split second. It was like two great forces of nature colliding in between their gazes...

"You're lucky I bloody love you..." John says in a scolding yet...genuine tone before releasing Sherlock and scratching the back of his neck as a light flush momentarily flashes on his face.

Sherlock beams, having won another game of "Just Do It", a game he seemed to enjoy a little too much these days.