Tickle
"John, go away," Sherlock frowned. I chuckled and pinched him again. He made an unamused noise. It made me smile and I pinched him again. "John, go away I'm thinking."
"You're no fun Sherlock," I frowned. I nudged him. He opened his eyes and glared at me. He was sprawled across the lounge, his hands in a prayer position. I sat on the ground next to him, enjoying annoying him.
"Now's not the time for fun John, it's the time for thinking," Sherlock said.
"What do you need to be thinking about? You've solved all of the cases," I replied.
"I need to stimulate my mind," Sherlock said, closing his eyes. A few minutes passed before I pinched him again.
"John! Please!" he cried out, his eyes flying open and giving me a third degree stare.
"Come on, you need to have some fun," I smiled. Sherlock grumbled something. He closed his eyes again and went back to thinking. "Hey Sherlock, are you ticklish?"
"What?" Sherlock asked, not looking at me.
"Are ticklish?" I asked again.
"Don't be absurd John. A silly thing like that does not affect me," Sherlock answered.
"You're lying. You are ticklish, you just don't want to admit so I don't tickle you," I grinned.
"I am not lying John," Sherlock replied. I placed my hand on his chest. He didn't seem to notice it, not realising what my devilish plan was until it was too late. I tickled him, a great burst of laughter exploding from him.
"You are lying!" I laughed.
"John! Please stop! Ha-ha! No, it tickles! Ha-ha!" Sherlock laughed. He fell off the lounge, only to catch his breath before I launched into another round of tickles. He tried to escape me, but I caught his leg and pulled him back. He rolled onto his back as I attacked him. He was able to push me off to catch his breath. We laid next to each other, panting and laughing. "I hate you, you know that?"
"Love you too," I smiled. It was probably the most emotion I had ever seen on him, at least the most real emotion. I noticed him eyeing me off, the devil in his eyes. "Oh no, you're not touching me Sherlock. I'm a soldier; it's not going to work."
"And I am a detective, but that doesn't change anything," Sherlock smiled. I wasn't able to escape before he lunged at me. Great laughter escaped my lungs. I kicked at him, trying to push me off. I bucked his leg, making him fall on top of me. I pushed him off, rolling on top of him and I attacked him. Pleads of mercy escaped him, but I ignored him, only tickling him more. He kneed me in the stomach and I fell on top of him, my head resting on his chest. His chest rose and fell, trying to catch his breath as giggles bubbled from his lips. I propped myself onto my elbows and smiled at him.
"Told you it wasn't going to work," I chuckled.
"You are the devil John," Sherlock smiled tiredly, "But I love you nonetheless."
"Love you too," I grinned, leaning down to kiss him. He kissed back with eagerness. He took the moment of me being off-guard and attacked with tickles.