Closing the refrigerator door, John turned to set the milk on the table as he let out a sigh of exasperation.
"Now tell me AGAIN, why out of every possible bed, you needed to use mine?", he questioned, now annoyed with his partner.
"John, you happened to have the same model of bed as the couple that burned. It was only natural that I used your readily available bed to experiment. I don't see what the big deal is," Sherlock responded flatly, clearly not wishing to engage in such trivial matters with John.
"Well Sherlock, it may have had something to do with the fact that I was still in the bed!", exclaimed John, as he sat down at the kitchen table.
Sherlock sat down in the empty chair across from John, and rested his arms on the table. John watched intently, as Sherlock placed one hand over the other, and locked eyes with John. He couldn't keep his eyes on his for more than a few seconds, before needing to look away. He always felt intimidated by Sherlock's domineering presence when he was around John. Quickly, John realized that he was lost in his thoughts, and Sherlock had not broken his stare with John.
"Well then, what would you suggest I do for a bed until I get a new one Sherlock? If you haven't noticed, all we have is arm chairs, and not be quite frank, I'm not going to sleep in one of those."
"That's simple, I already planned it out. Mrs. Hudson has an extra bed downstairs you can use. She said it's no problem at all, and I'm sure it's your size."
"No Sherlock! I am NOT going to be staying wit-" John stopped mid-sentence, "What do you mean my size?"
"I'm simply stating you're smaller in stature John, nothing to get upset about. Fine then, you'll stay in my bed."
"But then, where will you sleep? I can't put you out of a bed."
"You wouldn't be, we'd share. There's plenty of room," Sherlock responded, a bit of warmth in his voice now.
John quickly brought his coffee cup up to his lips, doing his best to hide the blood rushing to his cheeks. He could feel the red warmth in his face, and prayed that Sherlock hadn't noticed. He looked over his mug, and saw that in fact, Sherlock had. He closed his eyes tight, took a long sip of coffee, before setting the cup back down on the table..(to be continued)