Prompt:
Imagine your OTP are home for the day and Person A is extremely, hopelessly, incurably bored. Person B is just reading/wrapped up in their own static activity, so A decides the only way to kill the boredom is with sex. A tries to get B's attention, first subtly by sighing loudly and pacing around them, but when B doesn't notice them, A dramatically sighs and feigns fainting into their lap, blocking their book/etc.
Sherlock lay on the couch, back facing to John, who was typing up his blog post. Sherlock groaned and flipped over to face him. "Johhnnn," He groaned. Watson rolled his eyes and continued typing. "Jawn. Jawwwnnnn."
"What?" John finally said.
"I'm bored," Sherlock rolled onto the floor. "And Ms. Hudson said no more shooting her wall."
"Read a book," Watson suggested, furiously typing. "I'm busy, as you can tell. I need this up by tonight or people are gonna get bored."
"Not as bored as me," Sherlock complained, laying on the floor for minutes in silence, staring at the ceiling. "I read all my books, I don't have any experiments to work on, and Lestrade has been denying cases because they're 'too easy' for me."
Silence.
"All cases are too easy for me!" Sherlock continued. "Lestrade doesn't want me near Anderson, that's what it is. Damn Anderson! I need a case."
"Sherlock, please," John finally said. "It will only take a few minutes and then we can watch telly or something."
Sherlock groaned and continued to lay there. Finally, a bright idea popped into his head. The only thing that could cure this boredom was the one thing he was certain John wanted.
Sherlock got up and walked over to John, clearing his throat. John continued to type, this time fully blocking out Sherlock. Sherlock paced around the chair a few times, clearing his throat even more. John continued to type.
"Jawn," Sherlock said, to no avail. He groaned loudly, sure to get John's attention. Realizing this wasn't working, he tried to bribe John. "If you pay attention to me, I'll take my shirt off."
"Sherlock, I've seen you without a shirt thousands of times. I have important business to take care of, and if you keep interrupting me I will-"
He looked up and realized Sherlock was no longer in the room. He looked around and never found him, so he shrugged it off and continued to type.
Sherlock came back with nothing but his blue robe on. "Jawn," He said in the most seductive tone possible. "Guess what I have on under this robe?"
"Nothing," John rolled his eyes. "Leave me alone, Sherlock."
"If you stop blog writing, you can have this," Sherlock said, grinning. John just ignored him further. "John?"
"Damn it, Sherlock!" John shouted. "I am almost done. Can you stop being so selfish for one minute and let me finish my post?!"
Sherlock was silent. "You didn't have to be mean about it…" he frowned. "Fine. I'm giving you five minutes and then we are doing what I want to do."
"Fine," John said. Sherlock flopped down on the couch with his mobile out, watching the time. He slowly watched it to turn to 5 minutes, then he got up and went over to John.
"It's been 5 minutes John," He said, kneeling next to Watson. "It's Sherlock time."
"Hold on, i'm almost done," John continued to type.
Sherlock sighed deeply and then flopped on John's lap, blocking John's view of the laptop.
"Sherlock, move!" John shouted. "I need to finish this!"
Sherlock laughed and moved his fingers to the touch pad, moving it to the "save as draft" button on the page. He closed his laptop and moved it to the floor.
"Notice mee," He joked. Watson rolled his eyes and leaned down to kiss Sherlock.