WHOA SO MANY UPLOADS SO FAST
This is a 221b though, so. Yeah.
Blah blah blah, I don't own them, ehh.
And once again, this is because of Atlin and Mirith. Atlin mentioned in one of her stories that Sherlock cannot use a vending machine and it Stuck in my head. It's actually a note in my phone.
And Mirith responded so quickly to my 1st Johnlock story and was just SO LOVELY that I figured I could write another one. I gots time.
So, uh, I love you guys. REAL TALK.
Enjoy!
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Sometimes Sherlock does things I don't understand. Granted, that happens a lot. Sherlock is a bloody genius but that doesn't stop him from not knowing about the solar system, or being unable to properly work a vending machine.
Admittedly, that's hilarious, and what I'm going to write about now because Sherlock has done some not-good things lately (involving the microwave and decomposing appendages) and there hasn't been a case for ages.
It started-
"John, stop."
"What?" John looked up from his blog.
Sherlock glared, tapping his fingers together under his chin, sighing and moving the laptop to the side and shut the lid firmly.
"Sherlock, I'm working." John huffed good-naturedly, carding his fingers through Sherlock's hair, biting his lip when Sherlock arched up into his touch. He looked up at John expectantly, lifting his head and meeting him halfway for a kiss.
But of course with John and Sherlock nothing ever stays chaste, and within seconds Sherlock had pried his mouth open to press his tongue insistently against John's. It was a silent OhGodtouchmeJohn and John knew it. Of course he did. And he damn would touch him thankyouverymuch.
But not right now. He pushed Sherlock back and smiled. "Sherlock, you berk, I love you but I'm busy." And with that he reopened his laptop, clicked open his blog, and began.
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COCKBLOGGED*
HOOOOOOOOOOOOO
*Courtesy of Mirith Griffin. She's fantastic.
Thanks for reading! :D
