They were now completely alone. John looked at Sherlock and he stared back. They waited for several seconds for Sherlock to be certain that Lestrade had gone. He then just leant in to kiss John but he had gotten up already.
"John" He groaned "Why are you getting up already"?
"Because" John said "I want to have some time alone first, you know blogging and stuff"
"Yeah sure, stuff" Sherlock giggled back.
John giggled innocently at the dirty joke Sherlock had just made, as he had never heard him joke around before.
"We could always play Cluedo", John suggested. Sherlock was bewildered by this remark and started to stare awkwardly at John.
"Cluedo, really?" Sherlock Taunted "I thought you hated playing Cluedo with me"?
"I used to Sherlock, I really did, but now things have changed and maybe this time, I can be the bad guy" He smiled darkly and winked at Sherlock.
"Oh John, you naughty boy"
Ten minutes later and they still hadn't started their game of cluedo yet. Sherlock was getting irritated and was beginning to consider taking it out on the wall
"You know what John" he said, "you could have told me when you were actually planning to start this game.
"Sorry Sherlock, its just I need to finish this blog from yesterday ok?"
Now John was sat on his armchair with his laptop, wearing only the bed sheet Sherlock had leant him.
"The Dark Alley, is that the best idea you have?"
Sherlock laughed at him as John shot him a sharp glance and returned back to his blog.
"You know what Sherlock, this can wait", he said shutting his laptop down and putting it on the floor beside him, "It's almost like we're afraid to give it a go".
"Well I'm certainly not", said Sherlock as he ripped the bed sheet of off John.
"Woah, Sherlock please, can we at least put some pants on and get the board out". John replied quickly.
"Pants – ok, board – maybe not so much", muttered Sherlock as he trotted over to the cupboard to get out a game for them.
"Then what do you suggest?" He asked inquisitively as he watched Sherlock rummage around in the depths of the his wardrobe.
John just about made out Sherlock saying "Twister" as he pulled the board and sheet out of the wardrobe.
"Ok twister it is, us wearing nothing but boxers playing twister, what could go wrong?" John giggled and walked over to the sheet, "you first?"
"The games, John, are on!" he shouted as he leapt over to the board to go first.
"Sherlock, quiet, for one thing you sound like Moriarty and for another Mrs Hudson might come back and hear you".
Sherlock spun round on his heels and looked at John like an innocent puppy that had just been told off for chewing the sofa leg. John had only just realised how skinny Sherlock actually was. Being married to his work was one thing but did he ever even eat?
No, that wouldn't matter for them now, nothing would stand in their way now. Ever.
