I am dragged into the BBC (Benedict) Sherlock Holmes series now. Oh my God, they were amazing.

Unbetaed, but I hope you like it. My first Sherlock fanfic. Warning: Sherlock X Watson.

Enjoy!

"You. On my lap. Now."

It wasn't the first (or the last) Sherlock demanded something strange. It was usual, even, for Sherlock to ask him as if he was his personal slave. Take my phone for me. Sherlock would ask that, even though the phone was inside his own bloody jacket. And it made Watson thought, since when did he ever agreed on all that? Since when did he start to follow whatever strange requests the psychopath asked?

"I beg your pardon?" He finally answered, trying to ignore Sherlock by pouring his tea onto the cup. It was a nice English Afternoon tea, and Watson has no intention of abandoning his last favourite pastime he hadn't sacrifice for Sherlock related erratic demands.

"Don't you hear? Here, now, on my lap."

"I am not your bloody cat."

"Don't make me repeat myself, Watson. You are better than that."

Watson sighed deeply. Oh Queen, he was weak towards Sherlock. That, or he is a masochist. Otherwise, how did he put off with all that?

"How about this?" Watson gulped down his every pride, his embarrassment and his real feelings; as he stood in front of Sherlock. The curly brunette scowled.

"That's not on my lap. I want you on my lap, NOW."

"Well, it is just inappropriate, and…"

"And what?"

Watson was blushing furiously. Oh Queen, what did he do… and was he that masochist, loving every torture Sherlock brought him, that now he actually fell in love with the guy? Oh Queen…

But his blush wasn't purely embarrassment. It turned into rage when he saw how Sherlock was enjoying it. For Queen's sake, he was smiling. Grinning. Like a cat.

"What's wrong?" Sherlock teased.

"You. Shut up. Or tell me why are you asking me that! That, or I won't do this!"

"Reason? Oh, that's simple. Erection."

"What? I beg your pardon?"

"I have an erection and I want you to release me."

"Oh QUEEN!"

Mrs. Hudson smiled to her cup of tea.

Oh, good young days of youth…

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