"Sherlock?" John asked, looking at the detective curling into his side.
"Hmm?" he asks, looking up at him with his blue-green eyes.
"What are you doing?" John raised an eyebrow.
" 'm cold." he explains.
"Get a blanket." John suggests.
"You're warmer." Sherlock mumbles, burying his face into John's side. John rolls his eyes.
"Whatever." John mutters, turning back to his computer.
"What are you typing?" Sherlock asks.
"Our latest case." John replies. Sherlock looks up and reads over his shoulder.
"Don't write that!" he exclaims.
"What?" John asks, looking at the detective with confusion.
"The part about how I got shot!" Sherlock clarifies.
"But you did get shot." John points out, gesturing to the bandages still wrapped around his arm.
"Yeah, well that doesn't mean the whole world needs to know." Sherlock mutters, pouting.
"You realize that you are a human being, right?" John asked.
"That is highly offensive John." Sherlock replies, glaring at him.
"You are! And humans get hurt. So get over it." John smiles slightly and finishes up the blog, then publishes it. Sherlock is still pouting and John rolls his eyes.
"Sherlock, move, I need to get ready." John says, putting his laptop to the side and attempting to push Sherlock away. Of course, Sherlock being Sherlock, he proceeded to crawl onto John's lap like a little kid.
"Sherlock!" John protested. Sherlock looked up and his face was a few inches from John's.
"Yes John?" he asked innocently. John's face was turning red and he seemed flustered.
"Get off me!" he exclaimed.
"Why?" Sherlock asked, looking hurt (though it was just an act). "Because, Sherlock, you're on my lap and I have to get ready!" John exclaims.
"What for?" Sherlock asks, knowing perfectly well that John has a date.
"I have a date tonight!" John exclaims, struggling against Sherlock.
"Dull." Sherlock mutters.
"I don't care, after this week with you, I need a night off!" John almost shouts.
"John, don't go." Sherlock demands, resting his head on John's shoulder.
"Why not?" John asks, angry.
"Because I don't want you to." Sherlock says, looking up and kissing John on the cheek. John freezes, mouth open in a failed attempt to say that that's not a good enough reason. Sherlock climbs off of John and walks into the kitchen to tend to an experiment.
"Sherlock." John says. The curly haired man peeks around the corner.
"Yes?" he asks.
"Why did you kiss me?" the man asks, siting straight and tall, trying to look like he's not freaking out when he is.
"Because I like you. Obviously." Sherlock rolls his eyes.
"Come here." John orders, and for once, Sherlock obeys. He stands in front of John as he stands up. And then suddenly John's kissing Sherlock on the mouth and Sherlock is frozen in shock for a moment. John starts to pull away, afraid he did the wrong thing, but then Sherock's hands are cupping his cheeks and his lips are soft on his. Suddenly, there's a short intake of breath and Sherlock steps back.
"John, I believe your date is here." Sherlock says the word with so much disgust you'd have thought he said garbage can. John doesn't seem to be able to talk and Sherlock isn't much help either.
"I knew you two were together." the girl shouts angrily, then storms out. John sighs and walks into the kitchen.
"Interesting theory in getting rid of my date this time Sherlock." John jokes. Sherlock smiles and continues to inspect something through a microscope.