As it has been for the past two days, this is dedicated to my dear Sherlock ADD Buddy. I'm still working on the drawing. I've colored it now, and am trying to figure out how to shade it. And I'm still working on that story. As always, this is for you. :)
Day 3: Gaming/ Watching a MovieCHALLENGE ACCEPTED!
The few people who knew about John and Sherlock's pre-relationship"Cluedo Incident", as they called it, often joked about it. "What, did he actually commit the murder himself?" was frequently asked, as well as several other barbs. What people didn't know, however, was that Sherlock and John recently made a game of their own- one where it actually was possible for the victim to have done it.
They never named it, per say, but it did become a fairly regular feature in their household. Whenever Sherlock was bored to the point of blowing more holes in the wall or performing unauthorized experiments on John, John would pull it out and they would play.
There weren't any rules- no set rules, anyway. The only thing that governed the game was the limits if their imaginations- and the laws of physics, of course. No matter how "boring" Sherlock claimed they were, even the genius couldn't fought or beat them.
While the game constantly changed, several elements remained constant. Murder was always the cause of the game. Sherlock would give John, or John would give Sherlock, a set of variables surrounding the murder and they would have to deduce (or in John's case, guess) the circumstances of the murder and a possible murderer, and then explain their reasoning. Sherlock came up with explanations John didn't even know were possible, and John grew quite good at making stuff up. There was never a true winner, because no matter who won or lost it always ended with them kissing, and possibly having sex afterwards.
And that was their game. Quite simple, really, but it was a fun distraction from the real life murders they so often had to deal with.
John was a movie buff. Most people didn't know it, but the man had such a huge archive of random movie trivia that it almost put his lover's knowledge of 243 types of tobacco ash to shame. It had actually inspired Sherlock to suggest to John, on multiple occasions, that if he was going to store such useless information in his hard drive he could at least build a mind palace. (Sherlock wasn't aware, but John actually had a rather similar construct in his mind, and that was how he managed to retain all that trivia. John was vaguely aware of its existence, but not aware enough to inform Sherlock of it.)
But this was why every Friday night, unless there was a case, was designated movie night. Every Friday night, John would select an old movie that he had picked up earlier in the day, or select one from Netflix, pop some popcorn and sit down on the couch with Sherlock. Sherlock would almost immediately begin to deduce the outcome of the movie, but John managed to shut him up with a kiss and promise of sex afterwards before he gave too much away.
Those nights usually ended well for them both. John would get to see his movie, and some time with Sherlock, and Sherlock got to spend a full two or three hours just... Listening to John. His heartbeat, his breathing, everything. Sherlock suspected he would never grow tired of listening to the doctor. And then there was the sex. That was always very nice. Of course.
One night, John had picked up the old 1920s version of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. When the dramatic music began, and the images began to flash in grainy black and white on the screen, Sherlock groaned. "Not another silent movie," he said. John simultaneously took another piece of popcorn and put a finger to his love's cupid bow lips. "Shhh," he said.
This confused Sherlock. "Why should I be silent?" he cried. "It's a silent movie. All you can hear is the music-"
"Shhh."
Suddenly, John placed his lips on Sherlock again. Their kiss was slow and sweet, and tasted of popcorn, butter, and salt. Sherlock smiled as he felt John's lips press against his.
"Fine," Sherlock huffed petulantly. His eyes widened in surprise when John placed an unexpected kiss on his lips. John looked at him, eyes shining and smiling widely. "Thanks, Sher," he said. "You know how much this means to me." Sherlock couldn't help but smile back. He placed his head on John's shoulder and listened to his love breathe.
An hour and a half later, the movie was over. Sherlock grunted as John gently shoved him aside to stretch. "How'd you like it?" Sherlock asked. John smiled. "It was good," he said. He knew better than to ask if Sherlock had enjoyed it. He knew he hadn't been paying attention.
Suddenly, John's lips were on Sherlock's. Sherlock smiled into the kiss, which was slow and sweet, and tasted of popcorn. They stopped a few minutes later to take a breath for air, and John smiled at Sherlock. "C'mon, let's go to bed," John suggested, rasing his eyebrows teasingly at the detective.
"Oh god, yes," Sherlock breathed, and he let the shorter man lead him into their shared room.
A/N: And there you have it! Day 3! I will happily admit I'm not very pleased with this one, but this prompt didn't exactly stir my creativity as well as the previous two did, so I did the best I could. Also, I couldn't decide whether or not to write them playing a game or watching a movie, so I decided to do both! Again, I apologize for this chapter- tomorrow's prompt is much better, in my opinion. Reviews are still appreciated (I say appreciated, what I mean is I obsessively check my email every ten minutes to see if I've gotten a new one) and greatly looked forward to! Remember, reviews are to me what cake and Lestrade are to Mycroft. Thank you, and goodnight! (or goodmorning, depending on where you are)
Love, RainyDays-and-DayDreams
p.s. John always struck me as the movie-aficionado type. Not entirely sure why.
