John walked up the stairs to his apartment, only to walk in on something he never thought he would see. His beautiful Sherlock, wrapped in a tortilla.

John just stood there blankly for a minute, taking in what he saw. His boyfriend. On the ground. Wrapped in a tortilla. With lettuce in his hair. The empty confused look on Johns face was replaced with a look of utter joy. His laughter filled the room and Sherlock jolted at the realisation that John was watching him.

"This. Is the WIERDEST thing you have EVER done!" John said amidst his fit of laughter.

Sherlock's face went red despite his attempts to hide his embarrassment, after all, he did have a perfectly good reason.

John walked over to his Mexican wrapped man, smiling sweetly. He crouched down next to Sherlock's face and pulled a bit of lettuce out of his hair. "What on Earth are you doing?" John asked, still trying to stifle his giggles.

"Living. Breathing, pumping blood through, " John cut him off and gave him a playful nudge. "Without being a smart ass" John giggled.

"I have a perfectly good reason" Sherlock said.

"And what is that reason?" John asked, the laughter finally stopping.

Sherlock looked John up and down, "You'll never know"

And with that Sherlock burst out of his tortilla and embraced John with a burning passion. Fingers ran over bodies and through hair, lips locked, chests pressed together. They made sweet love (hard-core sex) and stayed 'wrapped' around each other until dawn.

Fin.