Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, to be fair though the powers that be won't even let me try.
A/N: Dedicated to MapleleafCameo as a very late birthday gift.
John bought the warm bowl of popcorn into the living room, ignoring the grumpy Detective curled on the couch.
He pressed play on the DVD player and joined Sherlock on the sofa.
"Is this really necessary, John?" Sherlock asked trying not to whinge.
"Yep. I promised you a Bond night and - though I still can't believe you haven't watched it in the first place - you're going to get one. God knows it's about time we got around to it."
"But I have so many experiments that need to be done, you know how little down time we have."
"I know, Sherlock, but whose fault is that?" John gave him a loving but stern look. "We need to slow down, we're not as young as we used to be." He chuckled softly, placing a hand on Sherlock's cheek.
"So you'd rather spend your evenings at home watching telly?" Sherlock glanced in contempt at James Bond as he parachuted onto a large yacht.
"Of course not," John said, with a playful look in his eyes. "But then again, there are other things we can do on our down time."
John snuggled closely into Sherlock, delivering a long and passionate kiss.
It did not take long for the untouched popcorn to cool entirely, as across the screen danced a very forgotten about James Bond.
A/N: This is my first attempt at slash, so please be gentle with me if you decide to review.