a/n i apologize if this is horrible, i've been reading SO MANY wonderful johnlock fics that i was inspired. i haven't published a fic in years but this one just demanded it. hopefully it will at least make you giggle. :)
this takes place some time in the future, moriarty is dead & sherlock has come back to john.
Piercing
Sherlock came bursting through the door of their flat and whipped off his scarf and coat. After flinging them onto the hook on the wall he flounced into his seat on the couch. Grabbing his laptop he said "Tea.".
A few minutes later a shadow entered his peripheral vision & cup of tea was set on the coffee table at his right knee. When the shadow remained Sherlock looked up to see John, breathing shallow, cheeks flushing crimson, staring at Sherlock's chest. Smirking Sherlock resumed typing.
After a few minutes of silent contemplation John blurted "What the bloody hell is that?"
"Working John."
"Don't tell me you... I mean you couldn't have... did you really?"
"Dull." Sherlock sighed. "Please finish a sentence sometime today John. I've got much work to do."
"Did you pierce your nipples Sherlock?"
"No."
"What? No? I can clearly see..."
"No, I did not pierce them. A very large very hairy man at the tattoo parlor pierced them for me. He even offered to do it for free if I'd let him su..."
"Ah ah, I've got the picture." John sputtered. "But why?"
"Last week at the morgue you said the body probably had a fulfilling sex life just by looking at its piercings. You went on to say piercing a very sensitive area greatly increased..."
"Yes, yes Sherlock I'm aware of what I said but why in the world would that make you of all people..." John caught the tightening of Sherlock's features. "...someone who values their transport" John corrected "want to get pierced."
Sherlock's eyes slowly raised from the screen of the laptop to rest on John's. "Maybe I'm interested in having a fulfilling sex life."
"Well that's uh... I'm not... but you said... you told me that... I... you... oh bloody hell." John fell onto the couch holding his head in his hands.
Sherlock stood & began unbuttoning his shirt. John felt the silky fabric land on his knee. He looked up to see Sherlock's bare back entering his bedroom. "Do keep up John."
John stood ready to ask Sherlock what the bloody hell he was talking about when he noticed a shoe in the middle of the floor. Sherlock's shoe. One of the shiny black shoes Sherlock had just been wearing.
Suddenly a sock fell on top of the shoe. John took a hesitant step forward & noticed there was another shoe in the doorway.
John had stepped over the coffee table, pulled off his jumper & bounded into Sherlock's room before the second sock hit the floor.