A fun little 221B inspired by a conversation with MapleleafCameo.
Disclaimer: Don't own the boys - wish I did.
It had been a good day all round. A triple murder, some strange and convoluted clues, and a chase across London to prevent a fourth murder.
As was their custom, Sherlock and John celebrated their success with a meal. Instead of eating out, John had persuaded Sherlock to get take-away so they could stay at home, watch a good comedy and unwind.
"I'll dish this up," John carried the food into the kitchen. "I'll let you set up in there – what film we watching?"
"Hot Fuzz."
John laughed. "Great!"
As he carried the food in John's smile widened – his lovable genius had made a nest on the couch using cushions, and pulled the coffee table close so that they could put their feet up.
While they ate and watched the film, Sherlock kept up a running commentary, comparing the film characters to various members of Lestrade's team, reducing John to a giggling mess, and as the evening progressed he felt his doctor gradually resting more weight against him, as he fell asleep.
Looking down, Sherlock noticed how the meal had left John with a little rounded pot belly. Unable to resist, he reached over and gently rubbed his hand over it.
"Don't." John mumbled against his shoulder.
"What?" his hand continued to move.
"Do that."
"Why?"
"I'm not a laughing Buddha!"
A/N: It's considered good luck to rub the belly of a Laughing Buddha – but please remember it's considered highly disrespectful to rub the belly of a formal statue of Buddha.