So this is just going to be a series of short drabbles about the boys and life around 221B Baker Street. I don't really know where this is heading, or how long it's going this will be, but I would very much appreciate feedback, and any suggestions on random cute things to include later on :)

I don't own theses wonderful characters, original or BBC, and make no profit from this etc.

I hope you enjoy!

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The rain had settled to a steady drizzle by the time John had finished his third mug of tea. He knew it was a bit excessive, but he was too warm and comfortable to care. Sherlock had run off somewhere a couple of hours ago, but John had had enough running around soaked and cold to the bone in the past few days to last him a while. No, John much preferred being cosy.

Of course, it could never last.

The whirlwind of limbs and coat that was Sherlock Holmes burst into the flat, startling the doctor as he was rising from his chair, shouting loud enough for the whole street to hear, "John, JOHN!"

John just stood with his empty mug, waiting for the breathless detective to continue speaking. When he didn't elaborate, John stepped past him and walked into the kitchen.
"Yes, Sherlock?" he prompted over his shoulder. Sherlock followed him, obviously agitated.

"Wilyougoforacoffewithm."
John turned to face Sherlock, eyebrow raised as he tried to figure out what had just been mumbled at him.

"...What?"

"Ahem, that is..." Sherlock shifted uncomfortably, "Will...you...come out for a coffee with me? Or tea or whatever else you would possibly like because honestly I..."
John missed most of what Sherlock had started to ramble about. His mind was reeling. Had Sherlock Holmes, self-proclaimed sociopath, just asked him out?

Oh my God, he thought, he did. What do I do? I can't say yes, obviously, that would be weird, right? This can't actually be happening.
"Sure." Wait, he hadn't meant to say that.
"Really?"
"Yeah, let me just... get my coat." John was so confused.

The confusion however wasn't enough to stop the huge grin spreading across his face as he followed Sherlock out the flat. This would be interesting.

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I know it seems sudden and crazy, but they're entire life is just that, so I thought, why not?

Okay, I'll go write the next chapter. Please review? I love you :3