Tea
"Tea?"
"Please."
John:
Sherlock seems to like tea. He always asks me to make some or takes s sip from my cup. Then again he doesn´t seem to prefer a special brand, he just orders for "tea" and if I ask him which one he feels like, he´ll say "Whatever you like" or not answer at all, being caught in his own world again. So I´ll put the kettle on, choose a brand, wait a few minutes, throw the bags away and hand him his cup. And he´ll snap his head in my direction and look at me through his clear grey eyes. And I´ll feel some sort of connection between us. Maybe it´s just that he appreciates my tea.
Sherlock:
John loves tea. Hardly see him drinking something else when at home. He drinks it to get up, to come down, to relax, to think, to sleep, to watch TV, to read a book, to write his blog. He seems obsessed. Currently making and offering it. I´m not that much of a fan. Most brands taste dull. But when John hands me the cup and I take a sip he is pleased. And tea´s not so bad after all.
Hope I can update more frequently since the chapters are that short.
I also think about a fic only dedicated to Johnlocks´ sexgames. Interested?