"John. John. John. John." Sherlock keeps knocking on the door and saying John's name.

"What the bloody hell do you want?!" John throws open the bathroom door angrily, wearing nothing but a towel held loosely around his waist. Sherlock's eyes widen and he becomes flustered.

"I-I'm bored." He stutters, trying (and failing) to keep his eyes locked on John's face. He can't help but notice how wonderful he looks, and the tattoos are fascinating and he would love to be able to study them, and his scar. John raises an eyebrow and clears his throat.

"Sherlock, what do you want me to do about it?" John asks, smirking slightly at how flustered Sherlock is.

"What?" Sherlock asks, slightly alarmed at being spoken to.

"What do you want me to do to cure your boredom?" John repeats, his smirk growing.

"John, when did you get those tattoos?" Sherlock asks.

"Various times in my life, why?" John cocks his head to the side slightly.

"Sherlock, just let me get dressed real quick and I'll let you look them, okay?" John says, still smirking. Sherlock simply nods and backs away as John pushes past him and into his room. He comes out a few minutes later, this time with jeans on, but still no shirt. Sherlock watches him until he stops in front of him, at which point he casts his eyes downward.

"Come on, stop standing in the middle of the hallway." John smiles at him and starts walking into the living room. Sherlock follows him, then as soon as he stops steps right into his personal space, trailing his fingers over the tattoo on John's shoulder and then down to the one on his side and so on and so on. John has a total of 7 tattoos, and Sherlock traces and catalogues them all. Sherlock runs his fingers along the one nearest John's scar, and then his attention is focused on it. He runs his fingers lightly across it and John immediately stiffens.

"I'm sorry." Sherlock says quickly, face turning red.

"No, no, it's fine. Just self-conscious about it is all." John explains. Sherlock nods and continues studying it. It doesn't hold his attention for long before he becomes distracted by the sudden realization that he is very close to John, and that he really wants to kiss him but is very unsure of whether or not he should. He glances up at John, who is looking down at him and they're so close and something needs to happen.

"John." Sherlock breathes out. And then lips crash against lips, everything is suddenly so unimportant because Sherlock is kissing John and it feels as if they aren't ever going to stop. When they do, it's John that pulls away first.

"Are you still bored?" He jokes, smiling. Sherlock rolls his eyes.

"Of course not John." He smiles. "You always chase the boredom away."