Night had fallen quietly on Baker Street, the darkness cloaking the buildings like an inky stole. The day had passed without event, Sherlock finishing a case and relaxing into a sort of post-coital slumber. Not that he'd ever experienced it, thought John, ruffling his newspaper to cover his face even though it wasn't blushing at the thought of Sherlock in that sort of...situation.
Sherlock spoke suddenly, making John jump. "John, either you are blushing or laughing, the cause of which I neither know nor care. However, it is extremely distracting for you to ruffle that newspaper. Please desist."
John rolled his eyes.
"I saw that."
