Sebastia was in the kitchen, and from the couch John could hear clanging and clattering and angry muttering. She had told him to stay out, that she wanted to surprise him, so he had reluctantly complied. But the noise in there made him wonder, one, what she was doing, and two, what state his kitchen would be in once she was done. He tried to focus on his paper, but he was completely unsuccessful. Now he was trying to see how many glances he could get in before she caught him.
The answer was thirteen.
"John!"
"Sorry, sorry," he muttered, tossing his hands up in defeat. He heard her mumble something under her breath, and he couldn't quite make it out, but he was sure it was something along the lines of "he never listens". He sat for a moment more, then decided, sod it, it was his flat and he was going to go be curious. He stood and crept to the doorway, closing his eyes and poking his head into the kitchen. "I'm not looking," he hurriedly clarified. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
He heard her let out a huff, close the oven door, and then heard her footsteps as she approached. He peeked out one eye, nose scrunching, to see her frowning at him and wielding a batter covered spoon. Her frown soon broke, replaced by a wide smile and a laugh.
"John, I wanted to surprise you!"
"Well, I don't know what you're doing. I'm not looking. I just wanted to check on you." He flashed a mischievous grin. "So, what are you baking?"
She scowled and hit his arm with the batter covered spoon. He let out a small shout of protest. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he tugged her close while taking hold of the spoon and leaving a smudge of batter across her cheek. She let out an indignant yelp, lower lip jutting out in an over exaggerated pout. With a smirk John nibbled on her lower lip, kissing her pout away. After a few moments she pulled away, raising an eyebrow at him.
"John Hamish Watson, are you trying to distract me?"
He shook his head, trying his best to look innocent. She scowled at him, but he could tell it was a half-hearted attempt to be upset with him. "I hate you."
John chuckled, pulling her in for another kiss. "Liar," he mumbled before kissing her again.
The cake burnt.