While John was cleaning, among many of Sherlock's books he came across a small unmarked black one. In his own curiosity, he flicked through a few pages.
Just as expected, it was just a notebook, filled with information on cases and experiments, probably from before the two had met. Fascinated by some of the cases, John continued to flick through the book, until he came to a familiar case. As John had put it on his blog, 'A Study in Pink'. But as he read through, more than just notes on the cases, there were notes on John himself there. Most of the information at first was just minor details, all in which Sherlock had explained when they first met.
John flicked through all the pages, there was nothing unusual until the final pages in the book. He stared in amazement, the final three pages were all drawings, OF HIM. They were all simple portraits, all different, and all perfect.
"Thank you" said Sherlock, snatching the book from Johns hands. He glanced over the pages John was looking at and sighed as he shut it. "I can't believe you actually saw those. They're awful"
"What?" John questioned shooting up from where he was, "No, they're brilliant Sherlock. I didn't even know you could draw."
Sherlock shook his head, not even wanting to respond he turned to walk away, but John snatched the book from his hands.
John flicked back to the drawings examining them a bit more while Sherlock attempted to get the book back. Luckily for John, he was able to dodge him, for the most part. John stood at the end of the lounge, keeping a hold of the book with one hand, and keeping Sherlock away with the other.
"Admit they're good and you can have the book back." He grinned.
"Seriously, John. This is childish."
John laughed, "If it's so childish, quit."
Sherlock stepped closer, leaning down at John with a smirk. "Never" he whispered, jumping forward, causing John to fall backwards onto the lounge and himself to fall on top of John.
John lay under Sherlock laughing, Sherlock soon joining, laughing into Johns shoulder.
"God Sherlock" John started, attempting to get words out through his laughed, "All this for a book."
Sherlock placed his hands either side of John and pushed himself up enough to look down at him, "Of course." He dropped back to Johns shoulder and continued laughing.
John dropped the book to the floor. He wrapped his arms around Sherlock, one hand resting on his back, the other entangled in his curls. His laughter slowly fading with Sherlock's.
These were the moments John always loved to have with Sherlock. It wasn't just the danger he loved. He loved the small things too. Sherlock playing the violin, going grocery shopping, odd experiments, notes around the house and just Sherlock.
Sherlock turned his face as he finished laughing bringing his hand to Johns chest.
"I want to stay like this forever." John mumbled still slightly out of breath.
A small smiled came across Sherlock's face as he traced circles on Johns jumper.
Sherlock reached behind and grabbed the hand on his back bringing back to where it was. He intertwined their fingers together and kissed the back of Johns hand softly. For a while he held his hand to his lips, holding onto the moment for as long as he could before they were taken back into reality.