Okay this is my first fic so it doesn't go to well. Sorry I guess.
Hope you enjoy it and please review.
John stepped in the door having been to the store to get some milk. He proceeded to the fridge to put it away. He hadn't noticed Sherlock lying on the floor in the living room.
Sherlock: JOHN!
John: GOD, you scared me. What? why you are on the floor?
Sherlock: I believe i asked you a question john.
John walked in to the living room and sat himself down in his normal chair and grabbed the news paper.
John: eerm no you didn't
Sherlock continued to look up blackly at the ceiling
Sherlock: I believe I did
John: well I've been out for nearly half an hour
Sherlock: have you? I barely noticed your absence.
John: thanks. ... Well?
Sherlock: what?
John: what did you want to ask me?
Sherlock: ah, I was wondering if you had been kidnapped by Microft lately?
John: oh right no, haven't seen him in a while actually..
He trailed off
Sherlock: I fell of the couch and I can't be bothered to move
John: what?
Sherlock: your question...
John looked at him blankly
Sherlock: why am I on the floor?
John: aah...
A few minutes of silence went past, neither of them really agnolaging each other's presence. When suddenly Sherlock sprung from his lying position in the middle of the living room and bounced to his feet. He turned to look directly at john.
John: what is it no?
He was cut off by Sherlock grabbing him hand over mouth and dragging him behind the curtain. Sherlock released him from his icy grasp.
John: WHAT AR?
He was cut off again by Sherlock's hand over his mouth
Sherlock: sshhh...
They stood pressed against each other, John's back to the wall behind the curtain, in silence. Though confused and frankly pissed of John couldn't help but love being close to Sherlock in this way, he could feel his heart beat against his own and his stone hand across his mouth. Sherlock's other hand was placed on john's back just between his shoulder blades holding him close. Very close.
Sherlock: we're not alone...
His voice was barely a whisper he was making sure only john could hear him. He slowly truned around so his back was to John and he could peek passed the curtain. Holding his breath Sherlock looked round the curtain to find Mrs Hudson tidying some papers Sherlock had left scattered around the room. Although the supposed threat was just Mrs Hudson Sherlock undoubtedly enjoyed being near john. He wanted to stay there all day. He had to make an excuse to keep john behind the curtain. So he lied
Sherlock: Anderson...
Again he was whispering. He turned back to face john and cradled him as he had done before.
Sherlock: I don't want him to know we're here. Stay quiet and still.
Sherlock removed his hand from john's lips and rested it upon john's waist. John's breath uncontrollably hitched in his throat. They stayed there staring right into each other's eyes for countless minuets, in silence until john spoke suddenly
John: I think he is gone Sherlock it's been almost 10 minuets
Although he thought Anderson had gone his voice was a husky whisper.
Sherlock: Ah... yes sorry.
John realeast himself form sherlock's arms and walked into the center of the room and started inspecting it for reasons as to why Anderson would be here until he gave up and asked Sherlock what he undoubtably had figured out within five seconds.
John: okay tell me.
Sherlock strided towards the couch and through himself across it valiantly.
Sherlock: oh... he wanted something from me that i might have taken from his office earlier.
Lie.
John: and what might that something be?
Sherlock: nothing of your concern, all you must know is that i didn't want to give it back and that's why we hid.
John: okay
After an awkward silence john announced he was going to bed. Walking up the stairs he wonder what had just happened Sherlock wasn't being truthful with him he could tell so he pondered on what other reasons there could be for Sherlock pulling him behind a curtain and holding him close.