I dont own Sherlock.
This is just random thing that popped up in my head one day... It could become a two chapter thing but I'm not too sure on that... ah well enjoy :D
Sherlock was following John around the apartment and it was starting to get on his nerves.
It had started yesterday when Sherlock banged his left hand on the kitchen table by accident and according to him it was still hurting.
"Sherlock there is nothing wrong with it! Your hand is perfectly fine."
"John if it was pefectly fine then it wouldn't be hurting"
"No, no it is fine you are just bored because you don't have a case and now if you will excuse me I have to go to work."
"but john…"
"Oh for the love of… here let me see" John gently grabbed his hand and brought it up to his face. John's breath tickled his hand and Sherlock's heart rate sped up. Confused at his own reaction Sherlock didn't hear when john asked him a question.
"Sherlock."
"Hmm what?" Sherlock snapped to attention and looked at John's face and for some strange reason couldn't look away from john's grey eyes.
"I said there is nothing wrong with your hand." John narrowed his eyes and Sherlock found himself tracing a wrinkle from the side of John's eyes down his cheek and focusing on his lips.
"Are you alright Sherlock?"
"Of course I am not alright John my hand hurts right here." Sherlock pointed to the center of the back of his hand.
John sighed and let go of Sherlock's hand "look Sherlock, I am running late I have to go."
"You can't just leave me like this. I have experiments to run and I can't do them with efficiency if I keep getting distracted with pain."
John rolled his eyes "Sherlock really there is nothing wrong." he started to move towards the door to their apartment.
"John!"
John made a frustrated noise and quickly turned around. He grabbed Sherlock's hand and kissed it.
"There hope its better. Now stop bothering me you big baby!" With that john walked out of the door and left Sherlock standing with his left hand still up in the air and a look of pure shock on his face.