'Theres no way that's happening, Sherlock.'

'Why? It's the only logical solution to all your problems.'

'Public indecency? Have you heard of it?'

'John, sitting on my lap is hardly indecent.'

Now, people started to look. Sherlock and John had been unable to procure a cab so they decided to take the tube. Bad decision. What seemed like millions of people were huddled into the box car. When John and Sherlock boarded there was only one spot for the both of them and John insisted Sherlock took it. He did, but soon John complained of foot pains.

'How would you know? Your social mores are all screwed up.'

'Fine. You don't have to sit on my lap, but I'm not getting up. You've decided not to sit. Your foot pains are not my fault, so don't complain to me.'

John huffed. His feet were really killing him and he needed to sit. It's just that sitting on Sherlock's lap in a crowded train didn't seem right. Oh god did he want to. John wanted nothing more than to collapse into his partner's lap and have himself a proper cuddle. He just couldn't. Could he?

The train ride seemed to drag on forever. John's need for relief of his foot pains was rapidly gaining ground on his need for public discretion. Each second felt like hours to John's sore legs.

Sherlock was the one who made me run all round London. John thought angrily. This is completely his fault.

John began to shift from foot to foot. He was visibly uncomfortable and everyone on the train with half a brain cell could see. People began to eye John. They seemed to be unsettled by John's lack of comfort. Soon other passengers started to restless and twitchy.

'John, just sit down.' Sherlock pleaded with an air on nonchalance.

'I said no.'

'John, please sit down. I don't like seeing you in pain. Please.'

'Sherlock.' John gave him a firm glare. He was also the recipient of equally firm glares from the strangers who boarded with them. He didn't need to be the world's only consulting detective to know what they were thinking. He sighed. Everyone on the train now thought less of John for being upset with his partner for trying to offer comfort.

The awkward side steps and disappointed looks finally got to John. He threw himself down on top of Sherlock. Sherlock welcomed him with open arms and John blushed with great fervor. He avoided any and all eye contact. Sherlock wrapped his lithe arms around John. Sherlock continued to tap on his phone which now sat in John's lap.

'This is stupid.' John muttered and Sherlock gave a small kiss to the landscape of skin that sat between John's shoulders. John's new skin color could easily be compared to that of an juicy red delicious apple.

'No one cares, John. Stop focussing on what people think.'

'Still... It's a bit weird.' John whispered. He started following the lines of veins on Sherlock's arm and hand with his finger tips.

'I don't mind what others think. We won't see any of these people again, so their opinion doesn't matter.'

'Thanks, love.' John's voice was barely audible. He felt Sherlock smile into his back.

After John sat down the train ride was infinitely better. He almost felt upset when the train pulled up to their stop. Almost. The wheels screeched as they pulled up and they were jostled a bit while the train jerked to a halt. John was the first passenger out of the box car. Sherlock slowly ambled behind, laughing to himself.

The two men of 221b Baker Street convened and clasped hands. They leisurely strolled down the street to their flat. John and Sherlock chatted happily. They didn't release each other's hands as Sherlock fumbled to open the door.

'I still can't believe I actually sat on your lap!' John shook his head and laughed despite himself.

'It was the logical thing to do.'

'Oh come off it.' John nudged Sherlock. Sherlock struggled to hide his smirk. 'You know you loved it.'

'Perhaps with you, I did.' Sherlock's smile broke through. 'But if it had been anyone else I might have felt a bit like Father Christmas.'

A/N: just a little short one to apologize for my lack of updating recently. I have revisions, but I'm trying really hard to write. It's just my english revision is ALL writing so I've hit a bit of writers block. Sorry:(