JW & SH

A/N: I would like to dedicate this chapter to clostridium. They gave me the idea for this chapter. Please keep the ideas coming everyone! Thanks!

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Chapter Eight: A Simple Chore

"Damn it!" John heard Sherlock swearing coming from the room where they kept their washer and dryer. The doctor spun around to see water leaking from underneath the door. "John!" The call came seconds later. "I need you!"

"What are you doing in there?" John raced over to the scene, grabbing a couple of towels on his way. He mopped up some of the water, and left the towel to soak up any more that came through. The door opened to reveal Sherlock standing by the washing machine, an irritated look on his face. Water continued to pour out, running in streams past the consulting detective.

"I was trying to do laundry," Sherlock explained. John had to bite back a laugh at his husband's lost puppy-dog look. "The washer must be broken. There's no other possibilities to explain why it leaked."

"I'll give you one," John smirked. It wasn't often that he knew more than his husband. The few times he did were few and far between. The doctor trudged through the water, over to the overflowing washing machine. He immediately could tell what the problem was. "You didn't shut the lid tight enough. That's the reason the thing leaked."

"But this was a simple chore…"

"Help me clean this water up Sherlock," John knelt down and started soaking up water with the towel he had in his hand. Sherlock went and grabbed another few towels from their place, laying them out across the floor when he returned. They both mopped up the remaining liquid, taking sopping wet towels to hang in the bathroom every so often. Soon enough— too long in Sherlock's opinion— they were finished. John wiped his forehead with the back of his arm, breathing a sigh of relief. It was a miracle that none of their personal items were destroyed thatday. The mess had been contained to the one room. The couple didn't really keep anything of value in their laundry room anyway.

"From now on," John got up off the floor. He raised an eyebrow at his husband. "Maybe you should let me handle the washing."

"Fine with me," Sherlock nodded. The consulting detective walked out of the room, leaving John to restart the washer. The doctor went over to the machine, glancing down just as he was about to shut the lid. All the clothes inside were… pink.

"Sherlock!" John shouted, enunciating every syllable. The taller man burst in, thinking his husband was being attacked or something. When he saw that there was no immediate danger, Sherlock visibly relaxed. For a moment. "Why are all the clothes in the washer pink?"

"I'm not the expert on washing clothes John," Sherlock crossed his arms. "You tell me." John sighed and reached into the washer. He fished around for a bit until he found the culprit.

A red sock.

"Sherlock," John silently counted to ten. "How many times have I told you to seperate the white clothes from the red ones?"

"Several times…" Sherlock grumbled. Suddenly, the consulting detective got a mischievous look in his eyes. He crept over to the washer, and toward John. The doctor was so focused on his husband's face inching closer to his, he didn't notice the taller man grab a wet pink shirt out of the washer until it covered his face.

"Wha?" John was stunned. "Not funny Sherlock!" He pulled the wet mass off his face and immediately threw it at a laughing Sherlock. It stuck in the man's dark curly hair causing John to chuckle. "Now that was funny."

"Oh yeah?" Sherlock dashed back over to the washer, grabbing another piece of clothing to retaliate with. In minutes, both men were reduced to giggles fired the wet projectiles back and forth at each other. When the now-pink clothes were scattered on the floor, the couple stood on opposite sides of the room staring each other down. They were both breathing hard from the little 'fight' they just had.

"Truce?" John asked.

"Truce," Sherlock responded. He pulled his husband into his chest. "I love you John." The consulting detective leaned down and pressed his lips to his blogger's.

"I love you too my high-functioning sociopath," John whispered once they had broken apart. "Now, help me clean up this new mess?" Sherlock was out of the room before John could even finish his sentence. The doctor sighed.

Some things would never change.

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