Authors note: I think I wrote fluff. Which is... new for me. This is my first time posting anything with this pairing, also. So yeah.
Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes and John Watson belong to Sir Conan Doyle. I make no profit from using them.
Tea: [Noun]
The dried and prepared leaves of a shrub, Camellia Sinensis, from which a somewhat bitter, aromatic beverage is prepared by infusion in hot water.
Sherlock's mouth tastes like peppermint tea.
Which is a little bit odd and not at all odd, if John really thinks about it properly.
"You're thinking again." Sherlock presses a kiss to the back of John's neck, making him jump in shock. "Which is distracting me."
John sighs, turning in his seat to face Sherlock. "Sorry. I've got something on my mind."
Sherlock moves away from John and flops onto his bed. "If you're still having issue's over the whole homosexuality deal then we can take some time away from each other."
John sighs again, realises he's been doing that more then should be acceptable, and then stands up and climbs onto the bed with Sherlock. Sherlock has longer limbs then should be normal and he has to manoeuvre himself so that he can lay beside him without having a knee in his stomach.
"Spend time away from you? You've got to be kidding." Sherlock rolls on his side, facing away from him and that simple gesture makes John's heart ache. He sits up, places his hands either side of Sherlock's head and leans over him. "Sherlock look at me."
"Why?"
"Because I'd like to tell you something and I'd rather not talk to the back of your head or the side of your face, that's why."
Sherlock makes a noise of displeasure but rolls over anyway, a pout on his face. Sometimes (most of the time) Sherlock reminds John of a five year old who hasn't gotten their own way. Today is no different and he can't help but smile at the look he's receiving.
"I love you."
Sherlock frowns at John for a moment before rolling over again, away from him.
Did Sherlock just reject him? Was that his way of saying that he didn't feel the same way? God, John wished he had Sherlock's ability to read people in this moment.
"I really really love you." He continues on. He might as well get it all out, right? There was no way this situation could get any more awkward or painful. "I love when you call Anderson a twat. When you stink out our room with those horrid experiments of yours."
"John." Sherlock says, his normally deep baritone voice gruff and a tad higher then usual.
"I love the way your hair sticks up when you've just woken up, the way you smell warm and spicy after you get out of the shower. The way you never tie your school tie properly. All of you. I love you-"
Sherlock presses his lips to John's, silencing him completely. It's not a careful kiss, like the ones normally shared between them. Its hungry and hard and makes John's heart beat in his chest like a jack hammer.
When they finally pull away, both of them gasping for breath, John lays his hand on Sherlock's chest- feeling Sherlock's rapid heartbeat underneath his palm.
"I also love that you taste like peppermint."
Sherlock chuckles. "Lipton."
"Thank god for Lipton." Is all John manages to get out before Sherlock is kissing him again, softly and sweetly and John can almost feel the love in every slide of their lips.
Conversation is a bit scarce then and that's okay, John thinks as he threads his fingers in Sherlock's hair, it was getting a bit ridiculous anyway.
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