"I don't understand why they all love this blasted earflap hat!" Sherlock groaned, throwing the said object across the room, right at John, interrupting his reading of the newspaper.
It was a lazy morning in 221B Baker Street. There had been no new cases the past two days and the consulting detective was getting a tad bit restless. Not knowing what to do, he decided to check his emails, that so happened to be flooded with photos of him wearing the beloved deerstalker hat.
John sighed and picked it up. "It's a Sherlock Holmes trademark now. Stop fighting it."
"Of all the things..." he grumbled.
"Well I think it looks cute," John said, going back to his newspaper.
Sherlock pouted and sat beside him. "Do you really think so?"
"Yes."
The detective sighed and put it on, facing the army doctor.
"Watson?"
"Hmm?" he looked to him and smiled.
"You're gonna wear it for me?"
"Oh don't be ridiculous, John," Sherlock retorted, crossing his arms. "I was simply enlightened.
"Sherlock! That's really sweet."
"Shut up." John laughed and kissed him softly. Sherlock fidgeted a bit at first, but after a moment melted into him.
"Okay fine," the detective said. "It's all for you."
"That's nice...how should I reward you?"
Sherlock smirked and whispered: "Oh, I have a few ideas in mind."
"I would love to help get your mind off of your boredom. Anything you want."
The consulting detective paused for a short while before responding "I want you naked in the bedroom in five minutes, understand?"
The doctor's eyes widened for a second before he smiled. "What exactly are you planning, Sherlock?"
"Oh, John. Where's the excitement if I tell you? Just do it, okay?"
He swallowed hard and nodded, and Sherlock smiled, taking the deerstalker hat from his head and holding it with both of his hands.
He walked towards the bathroom door. "Five minutes, he repeated. John rushed to the bedroom.