A/N: My first five-and-one fic! R&R plz
Disclaimer: Don't own Sherlock
1)
" 'Night Sherlock"
The violin paused. " 'Night John"
An hour later the bedroom door opened, "John?"
"Hmm? Something wrong?"
"The fire's out and it's cold."
"Well re-light it t- oh wait you'd probably manage to burn the flat down. Erm…here, uh, climb in."
2)
"John, my feet are cold."
"Here, move closer – mine aren't."
The covers shifted; Sherlock's feet suddenly intertwining themselves with John's underneath the latter's blankets.
3)
"John, this room is cold."
"You have your sheets."
"But they're not as warm as your blankets."
"Well come under mine then."
They shifted so that they shared both sheets and blankets.
4)
"John, I'm cold."
"Hmm?"
"You have comfy pajamas, I don't even have a shirt on."
"That's your own fault." But nevertheless, he shifted closer. "We can share body heat."
They snuggled close together, arms across one another.
"You're the doctor."
5)
They were out.
"It's cold."
"Here, let's grab a coffee," said John, turning into a nearby café.
"You don't happen to have any extra pounds on you, do you?"
"No, why?"
"I don't have any on me."
"We can share."
They walked out to a park bench, wrapping their hands around the cup, sitting close together.
1)
John was sure. He wouldn't risk it if he wasn't.
"Sherlock, my lips are still cold."