"Okay, round one, you ready" Sherlock announced as he spun the arrow on the board and stared at it intently.
"Blue foot" He said as he stepped onto the board, "this is the easy part, the first move".
"I know" John grinned at him and spun the arrow to take his go.
"Red hand", he placed his hand on a circle quite close to Sherlock as he wanted to see his reaction. But he didn't really do anything except take his go.
This time he took a really good shot at spinning the arrow, as if he had a theory on where it should stop, which he probably did.
"Yellow foot" He smirked and reached his leg over John and basically laid on top of him.
John just stayed there, frozen to the spot, "Sherlock you planned that move didn't you?" He questioned.
"Maybe, he replied, "but anyway take your turn and make it a good one this time.
And he did, he thought deeply about the angle and fractions needed to make the perfect spin and he did.
"Blue foot" He said and jerked back so quickly that Sherlock almost fell of him but they ended up in a much more awkward position.
"Better?" He asked.
"Better" Sherlock replied, now that's how you play the game. He winked at John and took his next go.
Their interesting game of twister took just under an hour before they both ended in a giggling pile of twisted arms and legs on the floor.
"Is everything alright in there boys?" Came the voice of Mrs Hudson outside.
They both jumped up immediately and stared at each other.
"Leave this one to me", John muttered quietly.
"Yes, all fine Mrs Hudson, Its just Sherlock tripped over getting out of bed, you know what he' like when he's drunk eh?"
"Oh yes, well call me if you need anything ok?" She asked.
"Yes we will thank you" John replied and collapsed onto Sherlock again, "Now she's gone what should we do?"
"I will get us a cup of tea each and we can, well I don't know, cuddle on the sofa watching antiques roadshow or something" Sherlock said.
"Good idea" Said John as they both wandered over to the kitchen to get a drink each.
"Oh god Sherlock you still have those fingers in the fridge" John gasped taken aback by the surprise.
"Er yes sorry, experiment you see" He muttered back whilst getting the sugar out the cupboard.
They continued to argue over which teapot would sell for more money or whether a vase was from 1863 or 1963 for half an hour and completely tired themselves out from it.
Before they knew it they were both asleep on the sofa together, John cuddled up to Sherlock, wrapped in a bed sheet. Little did Sherlock know, that John was secretly still awake and smiling at this dream come true.
He didn't want to go to sleep in case this was still a dream and he would wake up to Sherlock shouting at him that it was already half past eleven on a Monday.
But soon after he drifted back to sleep cloaked in Sherlocks warmth.