John was a man of comfort, comfortable clothes, comfortable coat, comfortable boots. Preferably a nice pair of army boots. What could he say? He'd got used to the fit.

Sherlock, on the other hand… well, Sherlock was all about his fancy Italian loafers and smart shiny leather shoes that were about as practical as strapping two dead cows to your feet. He was always groaning when he took them off at the end of an evening and more often than not, that led to him moaning until John peeled his socks off and massaged his feet.

Well, no more of it.

John had bought him a nice comfy pair of army boots in his size. John managed to get them on Sherlock for about ten minutes until Sherlock complained he felt like he was clunking about like a deep sea diver and threw them into a corner.

Now they sat in the bottom of the wardrobe, just gathering dust and falling out and landing on their toes every morning when they got dressed.

But this evening, John frowned and looked down as he opened the wardrobe. Usually one or both of the pesky bloody things would make a bid for freedom and land square on his big toe. More often than not that cause a fit of swearing and the wardrobe door being slammed on them to contain them.

Then he heard it. The distinct sound of heavy boot steps clunking towards their bedroom. John turned and his eyes went wide, jaw falling open in shock at the sight before him.

Leaning on the doorframe - dressed just in a pair of desert camouflage fatigues and his boots - was Sherlock. He smiled a little bit, his arm across his bare chest to grab the opposite elbow, a perfect eyebrow quirked.

"Bloody hell…"

Sherlock grinned at John's reaction and moved forward, grabbing hold of John, resting a hand in the middle of his back and pulling him close. John's mouth had gone dry and his eyes had become great circles of black. Blinking, he made a funny little noise as Sherlock kissed him deeply, his long pale fingers in blonde hair.

"What do you think?" Sherlock whispered against John's flushed lips.

"Its bloody marvellous." John replied breathlessly.

"And the boots?"

"Keep them on…"