Not a proper story.
Bored during a lesson so I did this random little thing.
Under 500 words and completely pointless.
"Don't be alarmed, it involves sex" Mycroft snickered.
"Sex doesn't alarm me." Sherlock responded too quickly.
"How would you know?" Mycroft grinned evilly.
Sherlock glanced at John trying to send him a mental warning. "Ask John," he smiled. Mycroft blanched and John's jaw dropped open.
"What?" they both asked.
Sherlock looked at John (his eyes pleading 'just go along with it') and he said, "John and I have sex on a regular basis and it does not alarm me." John looked a little shocked and spilt his tea but he did not deny it.
Mycroft's eyes were extremely wide and he stumbled on his words, "Oh...I didn't..um..know." he was blushing now.
"It's true," John said, surprising Sherlock. "We are together, and Sherlock is /definitely/ not alarmed by sex." a smile creeping upon of lips.
Mycroft cleared his throat and ignored what he said. He then proceeded to give them the rest of the details on the case.
They left and they did not mention what had happened until long after when Sherlock woke up from the drug The Woman had given him.
"What was that about?" John asked, sitting at the table with Sherlock.
"What was what about?" he asked, knowing exactly what he was talking about. John shot him a look. "Oh, that."
"Yes that. A little warning would have been nice." John remarked.
"Yes sorry. I just wanted to see the look on Mycroft's face." he chuckled.
"Why did you say it was me though? You could have lied about anyone and I would have backed you up." John told him.
"I said it was you because us being together seems far more likely than me being with anyone else." Sherlock stated matter-of-factly.
John couldn't help but agree but it still made him think. "So you think there is a possibility of us actually being together?" he didn't mean to ask it but it had slipped out.
Sherlock huffed, annoyed he was being put on the spot like that. "Theoretically, yes. I think that is a possibility."
John's heart skipped a beat "Do you want that?"
Sherlock was a little taken aback by the question. He hadn't really thought about it before. He stayed quiet for a few moments before answering, "Yes."
John felt a rush of joy at the simple word. He got up from his chair, walked over to Sherlock, bent down, and kissed him.
Sherlock's heart jumped out of his chest. "Yes. Definitely yes."