Ok, so here's the first one. Sorry it's so short, but I do the most writing in the middle of the night and I'm usually kinda tired. I know, not the best strategy. I'm also not good at writing long things. I'm not good with complicated plots (simple ones, too, really...).
Details by Robert Downey Jr.
Holmes sat unmoving on his customary chair, smoking a pipe, fingers lightly touching. Watson sat opposite him, leafing through a medical journal. The fire was softly crackling in the hearth, and a light snow had begun on the streets. Holmes watched the doctor intently through half closed lids. He could almost smell the man from across the room as he observed Watson breathe. The slight rise and fall of the relaxed man's chest soon matched Holmes's. The detective watched Watson's hands turn each page of the journal intently. He had a certain unique quality in the way that he moved that Holmes hadn't noticed before. Every movement was somehow both carefree and deliberate. It was hypnotizing.
Holmes found himself wanting to be nearer to the man opposite him. It was taking a great deal of restraint to maintain his current position. Watching Watson made him realize how much he enjoyed simply being in the same room as him, especially at times like this when neither had to say a word. He loved the little details in the doctor's movement and expression. At the present, his brow was lightly furrowed, his eyes squinting a little at the pages in front of him. Suddenly, Watson felt Holmes's gaze upon him and met the detective's eyes. Embarrassed at having been caught, but unwilling to look away, Holmes kept his gaze steady. A silent understanding was passed between the two of them, and Watson returned to his journal.
The little details about this man really were what Holmes enjoyed the most
