LINK: journal/OTP-30-Theme-Challenge-316178206
Pairing: John x Sherlock
Holding Hands
It was a normal day, which meant it was a boring day at 221B Baker Street. John was attempting write his out his blog while Sherlock was trying to deduce where a crack in the wall had come from (because obviously neither he nor John had put it there.) Holmes glared at it with malice, unable to figure out it's origin and still too stubborn to give up the lame little mystery. John, try as he might, could not produce a single word on to his computer screen. Nothing interesting had happened today, so what was there to write about?
The two flat mates seemed reluctant to give into such a dull evening, however only Sherlock continued his on going investigation of the Crack from Hell, as he had named it. Watson however retired to watching his friend's ridiculous evaluation of the wall. The consulting detective kept ducking and turning about, making the doctor feel slightly dizzy. Honestly was a crack in the wall that interesting?
"Mrs. Hudson did that. There was a bug; she panicked and kicked the wall. She packed quite a wallop."
"Why would you do that?" Sherlock blurted out standing up suddenly, looking upset. He pointed an angry finger towards John and began stalking toward him.
"I had nothing better to do and you solved my case for me!"
"A case?" John said looking annoyed and bewildered "Your kidding right? It is just a crack! Besides you were making me nauseous with all of your pacing around."
Instead of returning to the wall, Sherlock stood in the area behind John and glanced over his shoulder and began silently deducing things about his roommate's morning, which he knew annoyed him to no end. The doctor however wasn't going to let Sherlock get the better of him and decided to focus in on something else. The something else that caught his eye just happened to be his flat mate's hands. They were supporting Sherlock as he leaned on the desk. Pale and small for a man's hands, in made John chuckle.
Caught off guard by John's rumbling laughter the consulting detective shifted oddly following the doctor's gaze. What on earth was so funny about his hands? His face flushed slightly as he glared at his friend.
"What?" he asked confused.
"Your hands" John said still giggling, "they're so tiny" Sherlock gave him a look that stated just how crazy he thought John was, which was saying something when you lived with someone like Sherlock. John quieted his laughter but a smirk still stayed on his face. Not only had he succeeded in annoying his friend but he also got the tall man to blush, something that was rare to see on his face. Of course he could've let the situation go and let Sherlock continue to burn holes into his head with his eyes but John felt he didn't disserve that treatment, not just yet at least. Carefully he put his own hand on top of Sherlock's and rubbed gentile circles on the knuckles. He could feel Sherlock stiffen as he entwined their fingers, his only slightly more tanned than his friend's.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm holding your hand." he said without looking up. The hand fit in his perfectly, even with the odd way he was holding it; he like the way it looked in his own. It was radiating a lot of heat, John realized, too much to be healthy.
"Sherlock, are you ok-" he stopped suddenly and started giggling again. Sherlock's entire face from his neck to his hairline was red. Sent one more glare at his roommate; he went off to pout in his chair a few feet away. John didn't think he could stop laughing, he turned back to his blog and typed out his title for the days entry. My Roommate Is Adorable.