John entered the flat holding the newly bought bag of groceries that mostly consisted of items for Sherlock's experiments, earning him a few glances and glares from the other isles. He sighed, far too stressed from the row he got into with the self-checkout station. He slightly hobbled over to the table, practically throwing the bag of groceries onto the table where Sherlock sat.
Sherlock didn't flinch. He was too focused on the microscope he was currently peering into, staring down at the small pieces of evidence found at the last crime scene. John scowled at him, plopping down onto his chair and grabbing the paper, flipping it open and reading it angrily.
Sherlock sighed, turning to John and almost blowing him away with the face he wore, and spat out a very irritated, "Thank you, John." John stared at him for a moment, trying to read why the mad genius, the "high functioning sociopath", had just told him thank you, even if it was out of anger or annoyance.
John smiled a little, and then began to laugh. Sherlock frowned, sticking out his bottom lip in a childish pout. "What's so funny?" "Your face when you said that!" John wheezed, "You looked like an annoyed child!" His eyes were now watering, and his cheeks were a rosy pink.
Sherlock's cheeks were just darker than John's. He kept scowling, and eventually got up and went into the pantry. John, trying to catch his breath, looked over to Sherlock, wondering what he was doing. He returned with a jar of John's favorite strawberry jam, opening it and looking at John with a devious expression.
John looked at the jar in confusion. He normally ate it with his toast every morning with a cuppa and the day's paper. Sherlock hated the stuff. He preferred honey. Honey in his tea, honey on his bread (John thought it was disgusting.), even honey on his salad – which he rarely ate.
Sherlock walked over to John, and turned the jar over, onto his head. John looked at Sherlock, his hair now full of strawberry jelly, and snorted a little. They both began to laugh hysterically, wheezing and choking on their breaths. Sherlock kneeled down, still laughing, and placed a soft kiss to John's lips. John kissed back, discreetly taking a handful of the jam out of his hair and rubbing it all over Sherlock's face.
Sherlock reached a hand up to his cheek, looking at the jam on his fingers, and then looking at John. Suddenly, he jolted over to the jar and took out another scoop of the jam, throwing it at John, splattering it all over his shirt. John glanced up at Sherlock, smirking slightly and running over to the pantry.
Just a short, barely fluff one-shot. SoRRY if you've never read my work and are a little creeped out by this actually that's great because that's the whole point of my job
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