Sherlock watched John stumble into their flat at 2:30 in the morning. Johns cheeks were flushed and he was sporting a ridiculous smile. Sherlock felt a stab of jealousy. He knew that John had a date with a girl he had met in the supermarket and from the wrinkles in John's shirt it seemed to have gone well.

"Dopamine is a curious chemical John." Sherlock says, his eyes glancing back to his, well John's, laptop.

John licked his top lip and ran a hand through his sweat spiked hair. "I didn't expect you to still be up..."

Sherlock swiftly closed the laptop as John came into the living room "I did not expect you to be out this late." His pale blue eyes started to tear John apart. The glaze shifting from the blonde hair on his head to the brown leather shoes so fast it was eery. The short blonde crossed his arms over his chest as if to protect himself from his roommates prying eyes.

"Dinner and a movie. Not the sort of first date i would imagine could get a man like you invited to a girls flat. She must have been desperate. You saw The Hunger Games, obviously her choice. Hamburgers at a pub. She's in her early 30's recently divorced and you two have a date set up for later this week. A date I would advise you not to go on."

During Sherlock's speech John's cheeks had gotten even more flushed but his happy afterglow had faded. Before he spoke he pushed his lips out and closed his eyes; "and why's that Sherlock."

"Because you are not the only poor sod she is seeing." Sherlock said rolling his eyes at his clearly idiotic roommate.

"and how, Sherlock, could you possibly know that."

"Well, John, if you must really know, I did a little research on the subject and as far as your date and tonight's activities the remanence are still on your clothes."

John's eyes were wide and mouth had gone slack. "What do you mean by research."

Sherlock gave an exaggerated sigh,"You don't honestly believe your passwords are the only ones I can guess, do you?"

The two locked eyes, Sherlock's light blue eyes glaring annoyed into John's dark ones. They stayed like this, tension rising in the air, until the blonde looked down at the floor.

"What were you thinking, you can't just go through peoples personal lives. There's a difference between deduction and outright..." Sherlock's sad face stopped John in his tracks.

His roommate was often crossing the invisible lines society had in place but this seemed to be something different. It was common for the consulting detective to fiddle with John's life. In fact John can't remember the last time he had done something Sherlock hadn't known about.

The look Sherlock wore was not one his annoyed I-know-all looks, but one that looked of personal hurt.

John sighed and shook his head as he walked towards the couch his friend was sprawled out on. "You can't break into other peoples accounts, no matter what the reasons for doing so are. My accounts are one thing, I trust you and I don't think I could stop you from doing so if I tried." He said settling down behind his friend.

"It is in my best interest to protect you at all cost. I will do what I must." Sherlock stated leaning his body back against Johns and resting his head against the blonde's chest.

John laughed, "Yes, I can see that." He began to run his fingers through the dark hair of his companion. Sherlock leaned into the ministrations and sighed bringing his hands to his lips in so he looked like he was praying.

"You would not have liked her anyway..."

"No, I think you're right. I wouldn't have. To.. boring." He laughed again and continued to run his fingers through his friends hair. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the arm of the couch. His fingers still running through Sherlock's hair and drifted to sleep.