Fluff, Fluff, Fluffity, Fluff..
;) Johns had a bad day 'bless 'im'
Like I said I'm not sure so please leave comments/ reviews
Oooooooh and if there are any Sherlock fan fictions that you have written I WOULD LOVE TO READ THEM! Xx
I always review a good story/storyline etc etc…
It was dark outside when John got back from work with the shopping; he rushed hurriedly into 221B in a huff and slammed the door shut behind him. Needless to say it had been a bad day; Sarah hadn't taken the breakup well at all and had spent the entire day glaring at John from behind her desk, one of his patients had managed to spill a hot cup of coffee all over his new jumper and to top it all off one of his TESCO bags had split on the way home from shopping leaving John too juggle the milk and bread the whole walk back to the flat, John Watson was in a very bad mood!
Sherlock, who was sitting in his usual spot in the kitchen analysing the toenail of a heroin addict that had recently been murdered in one of Lestrade's cases, noticed John's mood the moment he walked into the flat but decided against taking the necessary precautions and instead walked straight into the study to confront the fuming army doctor.
"You're late" Sherlock said pretentiously as John dropped the bags on the floor and slouched onto his arm chair with an annoyed moan.
"Good Deduction" John growled at Sherlock in a way the made the detective back off a little, it was evident by the way John was tapping his hands against his leg that he was not one to be messed with at this moment.
However Sherlock continued,
"You're normally home by seven" The consulting detective added instantly noticing he had made the wrong move as John pulled himself off the chair and marched up to him; their faces were now inches apart.
"Look, Sherlock, I've had a bad day and right now I could do without you and your stupid cases and your stupid brilliant mind and your questions and the deductions and JUST EVERYTHING" John took a few deep breaths to calm down before he continued, "so if you wouldn't mind not talking to me right now, just go get on with your experiment and we can both be peaceful and happy, Okay?" The army doctor sighed; believe it or not he didn't like arguing with Sherlock.
"John?" Sherlock's voice was a whisper, much less confident than normal; this took John by surprise, he had never heard the detective this quiet, he seemed nervous.
"What now, Sherlock?"
"You're wrong"
"Oh as usual then, well go on Sherlock since your obviously dying to tell me, why am I wrong?" John could feel the anger building up inside him again, at this rate he'd have to leave 221B to let him cool down and that was the last thing he wanted at seven o'clock at night.
"Because John I wouldn't be happy!"
"WHA-what / on earth/do you mean?" John's confusion was quickly answered when the detective leaned forward closing the space between them and slowly, nervously placed a kiss on John's lips.
Hmmm...
I'm not sure guys
Please give me feedback because I really want to get these characters right,
I think this one is going to need some edits but yeah if you like it and want me to continue let me know because writers block is being a bitch right now (do I use the phrase right now too often)
I'm all for constructive crit. But may I just say that I know about the punctuation fails, its my weakness (hehe) I don't know I just can't do it (I can pretty much put commas everywhere but in the place where they should be -.-)
Oh well
Thanks for reading by the way xx