Apple-
Sticky with juice and rightly pissed off, John washed his hands angrily in the kitchen sink until they were raw. Drying them off on a hand towel just as angrily, John tried to kill Sherlock with a glare to the back of his curls.
Sherlock sat at the dinning room table, seemingly oblivious to John behind him at the sink attempting to kill him. Slicing into another apple, Sherlock cored the surprisingly juicy fruit almost expertly and slid the discarded seeds to a pile off to side with the dull side of the kitchen knife.
Dropping different sized chunks of the fresh apple into beakers that contained different chemicals and solutions, Sherlock examined the results and scrawled them down into a little note-book.
"John, I need more apples." Sherlock said flatly, annoyed that there weren't anymore in the bag in front of him.
John said nothing, he just crossed his arms across his chest and waited.
"John?" Sherlock tuned in his seat, his dress shirt sleeves were neatly rolled up to his elbows and juice dripped down his pale forearms. It only took a second for Sherlock to deduce what was wrong and he exhaled an annoyed little puff of air from his nose. "John, it's an experiment, I didn't know you were going to come up behind me and-"
Holding up a finger, John hushed the detective. "Why have you doused all our apples in different types of acids?"
"For science John!" Sherlock got excited very quickly about his latest experiment and started to spout out names of chemicals and reaction times, apparently the apples synthesized something that started with the letter 'P'. John wouldn't have been able to pronounce it even if his life depended on it.
"-and that is why I need more apples John." Sherlock stared at him expectantly, oceans for eyes surprisingly warm and full of excitement.
John stared right back at Sherlock, his set face melted and the anger he felt towards his crazy detective faltered. Wiggling his nose a little before dropping his folded arms to his sides, his jumper sleeves falling past the tips of his fingers, John approached Sherlock who was turned in his seat waiting expectantly as John walked over to him.
"Fine, I will get you your apples you great prat." John reached out and brushed a soft hand over the detectives cheek bone and tilted his pale face up wards. "Just clean the table okay? I want to actually be able to wrap my arms around you next time without getting covered in sticky juice." John made Sherlock nod his head with the hand still cupping the detectives cheek.
Sherlock rolled his eyes, "this isn't the time to be messing around John! Hurry or I'll have to start my experiment all over again!"
It was John's turn to roll his eyes, with a swift peck of his lips to Sherlock's mop on the top of his head, John went and fetched him some more apples before he burnt the flat down.