Pool Fun
Sherlock crossed his thin arms and tapped bare toes on the concrete while Lestrade, Mycroft, and John waded in the water.
"Why do people insist on putting things into categories, I mean a cereal could be a type of candy for all I care-"
"Sherlock, do you want to play the game or not?" John exclaimed. Sherlock tilted his head with his back still turned to the group,
"No."
"Fine let's play something else." John replied sulkily, he rather liked Categories. Sherlock spun around drawing his legs up into the perfect cannonball; only Mycroft was able to avoid the splash. Granted no one really minded as they were all already wet.
"How about Marco-Polo?" Sherlock said once he had surfaced with eyes glinting. Mycroft had already drifted away and Lestrade seemed more inclined to do handstands. John raised an arm, biting his lip,
"It won't be much fun with only two people."
"Nonsense." He shut his eyes shouting, "Marco!"
"You didn't give me any time!" John dove and swam frantically.
"Marco!" Sherlock hollered gaining on John. John rose, stole a breath of air and submerged soundlessly. "Marco, Marco!" Sherlock repeated, "John you're supposed to say Polo." He frowned. John took one look at his expression and laughed. Sherlock launched himself, hugging John and propelling them underwater. They emerged breathless.
My first 221B fic! I can't wait to write more. Thank you so much for reading~!